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ladykailitha · 8 months

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Royal Pain Part 21

Hello! We're back with more Royal Pain. For the person(s) that thought the kiss meant the nearing of the end of the story: NOPE! We still have a bit to get through plot wise. Plus I don't usually go through past them getting together, and wanted to explore that a little before the end.

Also, where have my commenters gone? I used to get 10 or so comments a post and the last part of "Well Met By Moonlight" only had one. My usual commenters just didn't. If I have suggested in anyway that I don't like comments or don't appreciate them, know that I really, really do! And I miss it when people who used comment don't anymore. I'm not going to name names because this isn't a callout post, just a concern, I guess.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

Today we have a replay reaction to the kiss by the Royal Pain crew, Wayne being wise (and mention of a ring that has always been a thing in the story, I just forgot to put it in before this oops!) and Chrissy getting some advice.

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To say that Steve was practically squealing from joy when he got to his car would be an understatement. He put his bluetooth earpiece in his right ear and immediately called Robin.

“Are you okay?” she asked as soon as she picked up.

“Eddie kissed me!” he giggled excitedly.

“No fucking way!” she gasped.

“Not yet anyway,” he said slyly, pulling into traffic.

“Steven Joseph Harrington!” Robin squeaked. “You don’t get to make dirty puns like that unless I’m in hitting distance.”

Steve laughed. “Joseph isn’t my middle name.”

He could hear her snap her fingers. “I’ll guess it eventually.”

“It’s been nearly a decade and you still haven’t guessed it,” he reminded her. “I can make it harder though...”

“Don’t you dare!” she hissed. There was silence for a moment. “You can’t make it harder, can you?”

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “I can actually, but you told me not to.”

He could feel her narrow her eyes from across town as she weighed her options.

“Go ahead,” she said haughtily. “I don’t think you can.”

Steve grinned. “I have two middle names and you’ve never guessed either one.”

“You do not!” Robin hissed. “There is no way!”

“My parents were super traditional,” he told her. “My middle names come from each of my grandfathers.”

“Oh my god,” she said, “that makes so much sense.”

Steve licked his lips and waited. Five, four, three, two–

“Don’t you change the subject, Steven!” Robin came back. “Eddie kissed you.”

“He did indeed,” Steve said, “and I will tell you all about it when I get back to the shop. I’m like three minutes away.”

“I want to know everything!”

“I promise.”

Steve got to the shop and everyone was standing around the front counter, chins propped up on their hands, blinking at him expectantly.

He shook his head. “Menaces, the lot of you.”

Erica batted her eyelashes. “Yeah, but you like menaces.”

Steve tilted his head to the side and then nodded. “Yeah, yeah. But first I have to tell about my lunch with Wayne.”

Erica and Chrissy groaned, pushing off the counter and rolling their eyes. Robin and Argyle stayed in position though.

“Trust me,” Steve said holding his hands up, “it’s relevant to the story.”

“This better be good, Harrington,” Chrissy snarked.

“Oh it will be,” he said with a smile, “I promise.”

He started telling them everything. Wayne’s approval, the confrontation with Quinn, Eddie coming to the rescue, the kiss.

“Lunch was definitely relevant, dude,” Argyle said. “Getting parental approval is super important in a relationship. Especially if they’re close.”

Steve nodded. “So does the story live up the hype?” he asked the girls.

Robin rolled her eyes. “I suppose.”

Chrissy giggled. “It was so cute, Stevie. I’m happy for you!”

Steve waited for Erica, who sat there tapping her lips for a moment. She cocked her head. “Ehhh...it was all right.”

Everyone protested, talking over each other.

She burst out laughing. “God, you guys so easy. Of course it was awesome. Super sweet, too.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something when the bell over the door sounded, announcing the arrival of his next client.

He turned to greet them as everyone but Robin scattered. As much as he would love to gossip about his newly minted love life, he had clients that wanted tattoos.

Eddie kept licking his lips the whole way to his apartment.

“What made you change your mind?” Wayne asked. “About dating Steve? Him saying ‘I love you’?”

Eddie bit his lip and shook his head. “I had made the decision before that. It was just with Seth stalking me, I didn’t want to get Steve hurt if Seth thought we were together.”

Wayne nodded. “If Seth would threaten Steve over being your friend and tattoo artist, I shudder to think what he would have done if your relationship was more serious.”

“In fact I was going to tell him before Seth threatened him,” Eddie said with a sigh. “We had plans to have dinner at his place and I was going to tell him then.”

“But then Seth showed up?” Wayne asked.

Eddie nodded. “And then that night, I was going to at least let him know that after the whole thing with Seth got resolved, I was going to kiss the hell out him, but that didn’t work out either.”

Wayne tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“That was the night he ran into an ex,” Eddie explained. “The ex. The one that broke his heart. Found out a whole bunch of other shit that night, too. I spent most of the night trying to console him.”

“So the stars finally aligned today, then?” Wayne asked.

“About god damned time, too,” Eddie agreed fiercely.

Wayne hummed. “He’s good for ya, Ed. I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in a long time. Even when Seth was breathing down your neck, you were more solid. You had your friends, but with Steve standing beside you, you looked like you could handle whatever the world threw at you as long as you had him.”

Eddie blushed, annoyed that driving kept him from ducking his head or shoving hair in his mouth to cover the flush on his cheeks. “He makes me feel brave, because he’s been through shit too and he’s still standing. Still moving forward each day. I love that about him.”

“Good.”

They drove the rest of the trip in silence. When they got back to the apartment they chatted as Eddie helped Wayne pack for his journey back to Hawkins.

“I want to see you both come Labor Day,” Wayne growled. “No excuses, you hear?”

Eddie nodded. “Yes, sir.” He gave him a jaunty salute.

It looked absolutely ridiculous coming from a long haired metalhead and Wayne’s snort cinched it.

Eddie grinned but gave him a gentle shove. “Steve wasn’t lying when he said that was the plan, by the way. We had been talking about taking him down to meet you since the first week of us becoming friends.”

Wayne nodded sagely. “I understand that he’s not close with his parents.”

“It was big ole mess,” Eddie said softly. “His parents are very recently divorced, like it was finalized last month, recent.”

Wayne hummed. “I remember you saying something about that,” he said. “At least you had an uncle who cared when your parents decided to be shit, it doesn’t seem like Steve had that option.”

“He was close to his grandpa though,” Eddie murmured. “On his mom’s side. He was really broken up when the man died.”

Wayne zipped up his suitcase. “How old was Steve?”

Eddie shrugged. “Young. Eight or nine. His grandfather got cancer before his mom met his dad. His grandpa had struggled with the disease before it finally took him. Steve said that it had ravaged so much of his body that his death certificate was like a laundry list of possible causes of death. Heart failure, kidney failure, cancer...you name it, it was probably on the damn thing.”

“That ring he wears all the time,” Wayne asked, “that his grandfather’s?”

Eddie nodded. “His dad tried to take it for years, saying it inappropriate to leave to a little boy.”

“Only he wasn’t going to stay a little boy forever,” Wayne said. “I guessing that since he still has it, his mom interfered?”

“Maureen Harrington wasn’t going to be winning any best mom awards at any point in Steve’s life,” Eddie scoffed, “but she did do some shit and hiding that ring was one of them.”

“I’m glad he had someone looking out for him,” Wayne said. “I’m sorry it wasn’t all the time. But he at least had something some of the time.”

“He’s not jealous of me or Robin,” Eddie said, “Or anyone of his friends that have a good home life. He’s happy with his found family. He loves them as though they are blood.”

Wayne smiled. “I’m happy for you, Ed. You’ve got something real special with Steve.”

Eddie blushed. “I love him.”

“I think the whole world knows it’s mutual at this point,” Wayne said with a small shake of his head.

Eddie just grinned.

Steve grinned as Chrissy wandered out of her room for the third time today. The first time was that she forgot her purse in her car. The second time it was because she had a question for Robin (completely made up and not something that was essential at all to her job). The third time it was because she wanted to ask Robin if she wanted anything from the deli on the corner for lunch.

Could you tell that Vickie was being trained by Robin today?

Vickie put her hand on Robin’s arm to get her to slow down in her nervous and very rapid fire explanation of the phone system and Steve thought Chrissy was going to explode.

Chrissy was wearing a pink blouse with spaghetti straps and white lacy cardigan over the tightest jeans Steve had ever seen and he’s been to a lot of Corroded Coffin shows. Her hair was up in an artfully messy ponytail and her makeup was tasteful and very pink.

Steve was just grateful she hadn’t paired the outfit with anything high heeled and instead chose white ballet flats. He was always worried someone was going to sprain their ankles in high heels walking on their hardwood floors.

He winced as Chrissy’s poor attempt at flirting fell flat.

“Oh,” Robin said, “Steve already ordered him and me Chinese, sorry.”

“I’d love something though,” Vickie said brightly. “Do they have a turkey club?”

Chrissy sputtered for a moment before she nodded meekly. “Yeah.”

“Great!” Vickie continued. “Just let me know how much and I’ll wire you the funds.”

Chrissy nodded again and with a squeak, dashed back into her room. Steve watched as Vickie’s smile turned knowing.

He shook his head and went to go talk to his apprentice.

“Someone’s got a crush,” he said, leaning against the door frame, with his arms folded.

Chrissy threw her arms in the air. “At least you noticed. I don’t think she has.”

Steve chuckled and made his way over to her, swinging the door shut behind him.

“I love her,” he said sitting down on her client lounger, “but she absolutely loses her head when a pretty girl is around. Gay, straight, bi. Doesn’t matter she becomes an absolute mess.”

“I’ve noticed,” Chrissy said bitterly. She thought about Vickie and Mandy and how Robin was just goo around them.

He hummed, knowing exactly what she was thinking. “Here’s the thing though, you are one hundred percent ahead of the game compared to the other two girls.”

Chrissy scoffed. “What makes you think that?”

Steve grinned. “Mandy has a boyfriend, soon to be fiance and Vickie could be bisexual. But she could also be straight. Robin knows you’re a lesbian. You have the advantage of her knowing where she stands with you.”

Chrissy blinked. “Oh.”

“You want to get the girl?” Steve asked. She nodded. “Then you’ve got to step up your game. Time to woo her and not just flirt with her.”

Chrissy chewed on her lip. “But how do I do that?”

Steve shook his head. “Well for starters, paying attention. Robin and I always get Chinese on Fridays.”

She blinked for a moment, pulled out her phone and then the light bulb went off above her head. “Oops.”

“Yeah...”

She took a deep breath. “Do you think I have a chance?”

“She thinks the cheerleading thing is scary hot, so...”

Chrissy grinned. “It’s short skirt, isn’t it?”

Steve shrugged. “And the cute little socks.”

Chrissy laughed. “Can’t forget those.”

He turned to walk away, but she stopped him. “Thanks for this, Steve. I know you didn’t have to.”

Steve just smiled softly and then walked out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Thoughts on how to get the girl of her dreams.

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evenmorefatallyobsessed · 4 months

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Non-RWBY/ MLP models I wanna do and how I'd explain them in Remnant.

01. Felix Argyle (Ferris)

Would Probably use a similar story to how he met his princess but set and altered to fit Remnant.

Felix was simply born with two physical Faunus traits. While I say simply this would be more on pair with a condition/ mutation like Polymelia a genetic anomaly that results in people having extra limbs.

The difference being that in Felix's case he's simply born with a extra trait. However the effects it has on him are more detrimental For instance racist see him as even more of a animal then most faunus.

While some faunus see him with contempt for seemingly being to them what Faunus are yo racist. His parents ashamed and afraid of redicue lock him up I their house

Things would play out similar to how they did in their book but instead of Crusch Jaune and the Arcs noticing the families odd behavior find and rescue the boy.

2. Toga (My Hero Academia)

Her circumstances can be similar to her series. Given that Neo can form illusions and Xanthe can quite literally transmutation seemingly anything to gold I don't see why Toga can't take on the apperance/ voice and even eventually semblance of those whose blood she ingest.

Though I would alter the reasoning to that of that she needs the others aura to mimic them. Blood is just the easiest way to injest it as while the blood cells are still there is no reason they shouldn't theoretically still retain their aura.

03. Najimi Osana (Komi Can't Communicate)

This one's fairly easy too, Najimi simply grew up with Jaune (Or one of his sisters) as a classmate. He befriended everyone like in his own manga/ anime.

And simply got a crush on Jaune convincing himself he'd confess at graduation... Only Jaune wasn't there and had left for Beacon.

04. Rebecca (Cyberpunk 2077)

Rebecca's is a bit harder but off the top of my head, I can see her and the gang she rolled with in Mantle. Not as techy as they had been in Cyberpunk though, or maybe they were. Not really too important for the relevance her, point is Rebecca nearly dies. And only survives because Pietro can't help but try and save her on principle.

Using his technology... And even his semblance he does manage to save the girl, though the result leaves her more mechanical then human. Rebecca as we know is loyal, arguably to a fault.

So once she hears the old man quite literally tore his soul apart to save her she grows attached to him and his... daughter Penny who insist on calling her sister.

05. Midna (Legend of Zelda, Twilights Princess)

Honestly, I got nothing for this one, doesn't mean I wanna make it any less. Maybe Jaune falls into the Twilight Realm instead of the Everafter... Or Midna is sent to Remnant instead of Zelda's world. Or Jaune and the Arc's as a whole could be Link's Ancestors who could be guarding the Mirror of Twilight to this day.

06. Amy Rose, Rouge the Bat & Blaze the Cat (Sonic Franchise)

Jaune fell into Mobius instead of the Everafter

07 Hideri Kanzaki (Blend S)

Him and Jaune come from the same village were his parents are farmers. Hideri unlike Jaune adored getting dressed up and praised and dreamed of the big city and becoming a cute idol.

Jaune supported his dream, encouraging his friend who in turn encouraged him to be a Huntsman as well. He left for Vale with Jaune who fought off several Grimm on their way there. He aimed to start his career as a idol while Jaune tried for Beacon...

Several months later he's crossdressing at a cafe and Jaune steps in to see how his friends doing.

08. Fujiwara Sisters, Maki & Nagatoro's Crew

These are actually super easy, their civilians, lets say Mistral, since both shows are based in japan and Mistral seems to be the asia of Remnant.

I can see two simple ways of doing it, Senpai and Shirogine can be related to, or friends of Jaune's parents. Hence why when visiting Mistral Jaune decides to see how his old friend/ Cousin are.

Also maybe I should give a brief summary of three others I've already maid.

Louise de La Vallière (Familiar of Zero)

this one as a commission already has a setting... Basically the Valliere family fought with the Arcs in the Great War where her grandfather fought besides Jaeger Arc.

The two grew close as brothers and agreed to marry their children, unfortunately Julius fell in love with Juniper and caused friction by cancelling his engagement to the two elder daughters.

Thankfully Jaeger did have a younger son, Jaune, who would become Beacon's Prof. Arc.

This is a reference to Louise fiancée Jean-Jacques Wardes

who looks about the same ages a my Prof. Arc model, the irony being that Jaune supported, trained and helped his fiancée however he could unlike his traitorous counterpart.

He never intended to actually make the young girl follow through with their wedding either. Perfectly willing to break his word and dishonor himself so she could be free to love whoever she chooses.

Because of Jaune's influence and the fact that she's not considered a failure magician in Remnant and in turn ostracized Louise isn't as violent as she is initially.

And while Jaune doesn't notices it, Louise doesn't see their engagement in a negative light.

Manami Aiba/ La Brava (My Hero Academia)

Born with dwarfism Manami always felt different, self conscious and misunderstood. She yearned for connection and affection from a young age and could always feel others look at her differently...

She was quite sharp and capable, but there was another facet to her... She Loved HARD. When she got a crush it wasn't a simple crush, but instead utter affection.

Her pure little heart was so filled with affection on her first ever that the immense emotion awoke her aura and semblance... Love. The ability to multiple the targeted individual dependent on her feeling towards them.

Given her semblance she saw it as proof that she needed to pursue him, cherish and learn about him. Unfortunately it resulted in her freaking said boy out, viewing her as a stalking, and rumor spread over the tiny lil' weirdo stalker.

She ended up leaving school, shutting herself off from others, and surviving in private using her impressive computer skills to make money. Whether that be a regular computer job, hacking systems for less savory people or selling information she managed to dig up to Hei Xiong.

But nothing healed her heart, made her reach out, there was no Gentle Criminal who filled her world with light in Remnant... No instead one day, where she'd been forced to leave her home on a rare occasion she was stopped by several thugs... And then saved, by a random, kind... Cute, tall... Knight.

Ilulu (Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid)

I'm thinking of doing something similar to the series but instead of Toru being injured and found by Kobayashi it's Ilulu who is found and healed by Jaune.

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friedbaekhyunandeggso · 1 year

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found you - ch. 2 (part I)

pairing: gojo satoru x female oc (ara natsuna)

tropes: psycho! rival! athlete! yandere! gojo x introvert! booksmart! oc

warnings: 18+ only babes, profanity, mentions of abusive parental figure, stalking/possessive themes, death, pet-names (princess, kitten, baby), grinding, fingering, dub/non-consented sex, begging, rough sex, creampie (pls don't b silly & cover ur willy irl), manipulation

word count/plot: [9.5k!] ara catches gojo's attention when news breaks that she is the top academically ranked student in their grade. he is ranked second. he tries to befriend her but she ignores him. despite her obvious disinterest, his obsession begins...

a/n: hi guys so yes, i've decided to make this into a mini-series. honestly i was a bit hesitant to post shi like this bc its obv hella messed up/toxic so pls read at ur own risk. i also want to mention that it is never my intention to glamorize or romanticize a relationship like this-this is simply a dark "romance"/smut story that i happen to write in my free time. i also split this chapter into 2 parts bc it got too long LOL. The second part of this chapter is already written so hopefully i can edit and upload it fast enough but pls look forward to that!

ch. 1 , chapter 2 [ part 1 | part 2 ]

“No. fucking. way.” Millie gasped through the phone, “You had sex with Gojo?”

Ara lowered her phone as she shot a nervous glance towards her bedroom door. It was the weekend so her Dad was home.

She raised the phone to her ear again, whispering-her tone laced with disappointment, “I just told you that Gojo might’ve hurt Noel, Jaemin and Arman just for talking to me and that’s what you're worried about?”

“Wait, you didn’t hear? Jaemin’s dead.”

Ara froze, “What.”

“You left when the cops came but when they searched the house they found his dead body in Nanami’s freezer.”

Ara went silent in shock as Millie continued, “Yeah, there’s like a whole fucking investigation going on. Nanami was pisssssedddd. Poor guy’s probably never gonna throw a party again.”

Ara sputtered, “What-how is that even-“ Ara shook her head, “Is Jaemin really dead?”

“Yes, girl. Why would I lie about that?”

Ara’s heart pounded in her chest. “I-I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking insane. His pretty face will be missed-but how the fuck do you lock yourself in a freezer?”

Ara’s eyes widened, “He didn’t.”

“He did.”

“No-no, I’m saying he didn’t lock himself in. Someone else could’ve locked him in.”

Ara closed her eyes, fear making her voice waver, “It was probably Gojo.”

“What? Are you serious, Ara.. There’s no fucking way. I get the guy’s into you but that would just be extra.”

Ara swallowed, “Millie—“

“You really think Gojo would do all that cuz Jaemin talked to you?” she asked, doubtfully.

Ara spoke fast, “Yes, he was the one who laced Arman’s drink as well.”

“What? No way. Everyone knows Arman’s took Molly before, he probably overdid it and sent his own bitchass to the hospital.”

“Millie, you don’t understand. He showed me the Molly he used to lace his drink.”

“Huh—Girl, I know you're not super crazy about Gojo and yeah, he’s a total narc but he’s not the type to do that or commit murder.” she stated, flippantly.

Ara’s heart sank.

Millie continued, “Anyway, tell me how the hell you lost your virginity to him because that’s like, major.”

Ara closed her eyes once-more, her brows furrowing, “It wasn’t my choice.” she gritted out.

Suddenly she heard someone call Millie’s name through the phone.

“Shit, my mom’s calling me—“

“Wait,” Ara nearly yelled but quickly clamped her hand over her mouth-eyeing her bedroom door nervously. Her Dad could enter at any second if he wanted to.

“What?”

“I-I need plan B.” she whispered. (a/n: if u don’t know what plan B is, it’s a contraceptive)

Millie gasped, “For real? Jesus—y’all went at it, huh? No condom?!”

Ara squeezed her eyes shut, “Millie, I’m serious.”

“Shit, I don’t know if I can get it to you today. My brother’s out of town so he took the car but-why don’t you ask Gojo?”

“I did-“

Suddenly there was a knock on her window and Ara froze, her head swiveling to see a shadow behind the curtain. He was here.

Ara swallowed, “I-I gotta go.”

“Shit-okay, okay, I’ll try to get it to you by Monday, okay? You better tell me all the details about you and Gojo on the bus.”

Suddenly the sound of the window opening could be heard and Ara quickly ended the call.

Gojo popped his head from around the curtain and stepped out, a bright smile on his lips as he ran a hand through his tousled white hair.

“C’mon, princess—when you gonna open the window on the first knock?”

He had stayed over the whole night since the party. He’d even wanted to shower with her-which she adamantly refused. She just wanted him to leave.

He finally left this morning, telling her some excuse that she didn’t care for—she just needed him to go. She just hadn’t expected him to be back, especially so soon.

He tossed a McDonald’s bag onto her bed.

“You hungry? There’s fries in there. I don’t want em, I just wanted the apple pie. There’s one in there for you too.”

Ever since he entered he kept walking towards her and she kept stepping back.

He went still before raising a brow, “What’re you doing, kitten?”

Her throat felt dry as she stuttered out, “Y-you shouldn’t be here, my Dad’s home. He’s awake.”

“So? Isn’t your door locked?”

“He has a key.”

He smirked, smugly, “I’ll hide if he comes.”

He searched her face before adding, “Happy?”

When she didn’t respond-merely rooted in spot-he tilted his head, “Now let me give my baby a hug.”

Before she could move he sauntered over and pulled her into a hug. Due to her shorter height he had to hunch over to press his face into her neck—planting kisses under her jaw. His hands caressing her sides.

He squeezed her hips while nuzzling his nose further into her neck, “Just wanna squeeze you to death.”

His words sent a shot of fear through her body.

And yet, his intoxicating cologne filled her nostrils—the scent so inviting and rich it was almost seductive. The slight masculine husk at the end of the scent only enhanced its effect. He’d changed his clothes to a simple long sleeve and pants. The shiny watch on his wrist glimmered.

She pushed herself out of his grasp, shaking slightly. His blue eyes attentive as he stared at her.

“I- I need plan B.”

A grin split across his lips, “You’re still on that, kitten?”

“I’m not joking, Gojo. I can’t get pregnant.”

He reached over, placing his hand over her stomach. His hand so large it felt like he covered most of her torso.

“We’re both adults now, aren’t we? We’ll make it work—“

She shoved his hand off.

His grin widened, “You think your tits would get bigger?”

“That’s not funny.” she spat, face flushed, “I need plan B, Gojo—I’m not joking.”

Suddenly he moved towards her, easily cupping the sides of her face as he kissed the top of her head.

“Okay, okay—so stubborn,”

She trembled in his hold but did her best to not wrench herself away just yet. She needed to get him to bring it for her. She looked up at him.

He was already looking down at her, “Be a good kitten and I’ll think about it.” he mused.

He slipped his thumb past her lips and her eyes widened. His other hand moved to her nape-to hold her in place.

“Suck.” he ordered gently.

When she didn’t move, his fingers at her nape tightened, “Or do you want the real thing?”

She wrenched herself away from him. Fear bouncing within her body as she stared at him, out of breath.

His eyes flashed with desire as he stared down at his glistening thumb, “If you weren’t sore I’d fuck you so hard right now.” he murmured.

He’d tried to fuck her again last night. But the second he cupped her cunt, she’d writhed so bad—he decided to listen to her little mewls and whines. He figured she was sore due to the number he’d done on her.

He lowered his hand before looking at her, “I’m leaving. I won’t be back till Monday.”

She was frozen—keeping her face as blank as possible to not show her relief.

He stepped towards her, cupping her chin to keep her looking up at him, “You better answer my texts, okay? Don’t make me upset.”

She swallowed before nodding.

A light smile slipped across his lips, “Good girl.”

He bent low, tilting his face to kiss her. She fought the urge to wrench her face away. Her lips trembled as he pressed his lips into hers—letting him nibble on her bottom lip before he pulled back.

The small smile still on his lips, “Don’t miss me too much.”

She nodded slowly.

His eyes dropped to her lips once-again, his hand slipping around her back to draw her chest flush against him. She fought the urge to wince when she felt his hard-on press into her lower belly through his jeans.

Her heart raced a mile per minute as she looked up at him. She was terrified.

His hand on her chin slid to her cheek, his thumb playing with her bottom lip.

“So pretty, kitten. Too pretty,” he mused.

His hand on her back slid down to her ass, giving it a nice squeeze. She jolted a bit, a slight gasp leaving her lips.

“M’gonna miss you so much.” he muttered, before kissing her once more. His lips more insistent this time.

He finally pulled away, his eyes wistful as he looked her up and down.

“Don’t know how I’m gonna go without you.” he spoke huskily.

She closed her eyes, locking her jaw as he showered a trail of kisses down her temple to her neck. Each kiss making her pulse go faster.

His lips found hers once more, giving her one last kiss before finally stepping back, his face flushed and lips parted—as if he didn’t want to be done. His blazing blue eyes were half-lidded and hazy with lust.

She shivered.

He raised his hand to playfully tap her nose.

An easygoing smirk slipped across his lips, “See you at school, princess.”

She swallowed before looking away from him and nodding. School? How am I gonna face him at school? Just thinking about it made her uneasy.

He turned around and pushed the curtains aside. He easily pulled the window open and jumped out, disappearing downwards somewhere.

She waited a beat before running towards the window. She looked around to see that he was nowhere to be seen.

She swiftly closed the window and pulled the curtains over.

She stood still for a moment before falling to her knees. She felt like a complete mess. She covered her face with her hands.

What do I do?

Everyone was talking about Nanami’s party. Everyone.

People seemed worried, confused and shocked. Especially after it came out that Arman had died. He supposedly went into a coma at first and then his heart had completely stopped.

An unnecessary amount of police officers loitered the halls. They were calling in students-that had reportedly been to the party-to the office. Luckily, she hadn’t been called in yet.

To say Ara felt sick wouldn’t be covering it. She felt absolutely morbid. First, Jaemin and now, Arman. She had hoped that Arman would make it. Noel hadn’t shown up to school either.

The rumors were spreading like wildfire. Everyone seemed to think that Jaemin locking himself in the freezer was a drunk accident. As well as Arman overdosing. Just a bad mistake. But Ara knew the truth. Gojo had flat out told her.

But would anyone believe me?

She frowned as she remembered Millie’s reaction. She had completely thought she was crazy. Even when she’d met her on the bus and she tried to bring it up again, Millie dismissed it—saying that she must've been envisioning things because she was crossed. She even went as far as saying that she would trust Gojo with her drink.

As-fucking-if!

All Millie had wanted to know was how her and Gojo’s night had gone. Ara didn’t even bother trying to express that he’d forced himself on her. Simply just saying that he was horrible in bed and that she never wanted it to happen again. Millie had been astonished.

As much as Ara wanted to be mad at the girl she couldn’t help but be grateful for her because she brought her the contraceptive that she asked for. She was terrified of having waited too long to take one. She had googled it and heard that they were the most effective the sooner they were taken.

She needed to take it as soon as possible.

She stepped out of the classroom, readjusting her bag’s strap over her shoulder. She walked quickly down the hall.

She slowed down her pace when she turned the hall and saw a policeman walking down the opposite way. Her throat went dry.

For a second her mind wandered to what would happen if she just stopped the police officer and told him everything. From top to bottom what happened at the party—Noel’s and Arman’s parents deserved to know the truth. And the students deserved to know that their fellow ‘heart-throb’ classmate was a psychopath murderer.

And maybe she could get justice for herself—before it was too late.

But admitting that meant it was definitely going to get back to her father. And if her father had even heard about her whereabouts that night.. what she’s done and seen…

She stopped in the middle of the hall, indecision making her tense up.

The officer frowned, stopping mid-step before approaching her.

“You okay, miss—“

“Officer Miles!” a familiar, enthusiastic voice greeted from down the hall.

Ara’s heart stopped.

The officer’s face lit up, “If it isn’t Gojo Satoru.”

She took a couple steps back to watch Gojo approach the Officer, greeting him with a pat on the shoulder before effortlessly roping him into a conversation.

It was common knowledge that Gojo’s father was the past Director of National Intelligence for the former President. Despite that, money had always been flooding in his family for generations. Eitherway, it wasn’t unexpected that Gojo knew the cop by name because his family was closely integrated with law enforcement. It seemed not only on a federal level but also local.

Her throat was drier than the Sahara desert as she quickly scurried away—barely looking in Gojo’s direction. She did not need to catch his attention right now-but in the back of her mind she knew she had.

Questions ran in her mind a mile per minute. Did he interrupt the police officer on purpose? Did he know I was considering snitching? Does he think I’m gonna snitch? Is he going to ask me about it later—

She shook her head. She needed to focus on getting to the bathroom right now and downing that contraceptive pill—worry about everything else later.

She entered the bathroom and sighed in relief when she found it was empty. She glanced back to make sure no one was behind her-she felt the need to, for some reason.

Her heart raced as she placed her backpack on the counter before pausing when she realized maybe she should take the pill in the bathroom stall. That way if anyone entered the bathroom no one could see her.

She quickly went into the bathroom stall only for a hand to stop the door a second before it closed. Suddenly Gojo stood before her, locking the stall closed behind himself.

His platinum hair was left in its typical ruffled state. His uniform was perfectly ironed, as usual. His classic black sunglasses peeked out of his dress-shirt’s chest pocket. And his scent, that masculine, deep yet alluring cologne that felt too expensive to be filling the air between them.

Her eyes widened in fear. She was certain he was going to be angry-he’d just seen her almost speak to the police officer. There was no way he wasn’t—

“Fuck, I missed you so much, baby.” he cooed.

He reached out to touch her and she immediately backed away, despite the small space.

Her heart raced in terror. “Gojo, w-what are you doing?”

“What else? I saw you in the hall and followed you. You saw me too—“ he pouted, “but you ignored me, meanie.”

He reached out to grasp her chin, making her look up at him, “You didn’t miss me?”

She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. He felt too large in the cramped space of the bathroom stall. Her body had broken out in a cold-sweat.

Her instincts screamed at her to get as far away from him as possible—and yet, she was terrified to do anything too rash. She was still in shock that he hadn’t suspected her of snitching on him.

Fear made her voice waver as she looked into his intimidating, diamond-like cerulean eyes. She felt like they were going to swallow her whole.

“Gojo…”

His platinum brows drew together at her shakiness, “Yeah, kitten?”

She locked her jaw, hating the concern in his eyes. She was terrified to even bring this up but she knew she had to.

“Arman and Jaemin—they’re dead, Gojo. They’re dead.” her voice cracked.

Something dark seemed to blaze within his eyes before his fingers tightened around her chin.

His voice was tight, “You worried about them?”

She grabbed his wrist, attempting to pull away from his grasp.

“You killed them.” she spat-an undercurrent of hopelessness in her fierce tone.

Before he could respond the sound footsteps entering the bathroom was audible. Her eyes widened.

Suddenly his hands were on her, turning her around so that her back was flush against his chest. Her heart jumped in terror when she felt his hard-on against her lower back.

Just as she gasped, his hand clamped around her mouth. He leaned low, his lips brushing her ear with each word he spoke, “They died because of you.”

She writhed in his grasp, only to easily have her head shoved back against his chest by his hand on her mouth. His other hand pressed into her lower belly, making him feel more of his erection—this time against her ass.

“Don’t make a fuss, kitten, you don’t want anyone to hear you now, do we?” he whispered into her ear.

Her eyes widened as she heard feminine voices speaking a short distance away.

His hand at her navel slipped down to her leg, slipping right around her upper thigh to hoist her smaller frame higher so he could press his throbbing erection fully against her ass.

He began to grind his cock against her.

“Mmm, missed you so much.” he muttered, lowly.

Just as she made short noises of protest, his hand squeezed around her mouth. “Don’t whine, kitten. It’s your fault I’m hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, locking her jaw as she tried not to be too loud despite wanting to desperately get away from him. The feeling of his hard-on sliding between her ass was the oddest sensation.

“F-fuck,” he gritted out in a harsh whisper.

His hand on her upper thigh slid to her cunt, his fingers rubbing against her clit through her underwear. She jolted in his grasp-a light squeak leaving her lips.

The feminine voices in the bathroom went quiet.

Gojo froze-only to continue rubbing at her sweet spot when the voices resumed. He chuckled darkly in her ear.

She writhed against him as his fingers worked her clit through her underwear. She bit back the squeals threatening to leave her lips at each of his ministrations.

Her hands went to his at her core, attempting to shove his wrist away but he released her mouth to clasp both of her wrists in one hand. He held her hands to chest.

She attempted to get his hand away from her cunt by squeezing her legs together but instead his fingers dipped deeper into her core. Another low chuckle left his lips when she gasped.

His hand gripping her wrists tightened, “You’ve got to stay quiet now, kitten-since you wanna act so bad.”

She bit into her lower lip when he slipped a finger into her warmth. Somehow she was incredibly warm down there-almost slippery-wet.

She felt his chest vibrate when he groaned into her neck. She clenched her teeth when she felt his hard-on throb behind her. He began to grind himself against her once-more.

She resisted the urge to squeal when his finger slipped deeper inside her. His finger was just too long. Her body jolted when he slipped another in.

“Ha-aah,” he bucked his hard-on further into her, “So warm.” he groaned.

He nipped on her ear as he rubbed his cock against her, letting himself fully revel in the soft curve of her ass. Her breathing was all over the place as his actions made her cunt squeeze tightly around his fingers.

He stopped grinding against her, instead bending lower to drop a kiss to her temple. His fingers moved within her.

“You need some attention down here, don’t you?”

His fingers in her cunt began to pump in and out of her. Her body jerked forward—if it weren’t for his hand pinning her wrists to her chest she would’ve certainly fallen over.

His fingers never left her cunt, only traveling deeper when she jerked forward.

“You know,” his voice husky at her ear, “You never came last time.”

His fingers pumped in and out of her faster. She glanced down to see her skirt bunched up and a hint of her underwear shoved aside for his fingers to gain access to her cunt. His fist was slick with her wetness as he pumped in and out of her.

“Need to change that.” he spoke lowly into her ear.

Her thighs squeezed around him.

Suddenly the sound of the bathroom doors closing echoed. Before she could even think to get away from him, his hand at her cunt ripped off her underwear. Her body buckled at the action but he gripped her hip to steady her.

He then straightened up, letting go of her hip to unbuckle himself.

“Can’t wait anymore.”

Her eyes widened in realization and she shoved herself away from him. She struggled against his hold on her wrists but managed to make him let go.

Just as she moved towards the door, her head was slammed against the stall wall. His hand was at her nape, holding her still against the door. He pushed her head lower, making her ass stick out.

He flipped her skirt up, revealing her bare, slick cunt. He shoved the full length of his cock in her.

She cried out. His hand slid around her nape to her jaw—cupping her mouth. Her body writhed at the sensation of feeling so stuffed.

She shivered when she heard a low, relieved sigh leave his lips. His dick twitched within her.

He slammed his cock into her once more-making her body buck against the door. She cried out into his hand, turning her face aside to reach around and place her hand on him anywhere—in attempt to stop him.

Before her hands could make contact, he grabbed both of her wrists in one of his once-more. Pinning her wrists to her back.

She squealed when he delivered another harsh thrust of his hips to her bruised cunt.

“N-no, Gojo-please-please, not here..” she begged-her low voice muffled by his fingers.

His hand around her wrists squeezed. He bent over her, pressing his dick deep into her as he did so. The tip of his cock seating itself in places no one else had been. She writhed against the stall door.

He spoke right beside her ear, “I’ll keep your hands cuz you’re still being bad.”

“Gojo, please, let me go. Let me go.” she whisper-cried.

“Call me Satoru, princess, Satoru.”

She closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks. How did I get here?

“Please..” she begged, helplessly.

His cock pumped in and out of her slowly. She felt her wetness travel down her thighs.

“C’mon, say it.” he urged, like a devil in her ear. “Satoru.”

She was silent, merely taking in the sensation of his cock fucking her slowly as quietly as she could.

Suddenly his cock snapped into her sharply, making her wince as she cried out. The tip of his cock hit somewhere deep enough to hurt, though she couldn’t deny the jolt of pleasure that ran up her spine.

“Please!” she whimpered.

His hand on her mouth tightened, “Say it.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, “S-satoru-“

Suddenly his cock slammed into her again and again—much, much rougher. Her body bucked against the stall doors. Tiny gasps leaving her mouth with each rough fuck. The sound of his balls hitting her cunt echoing within the bathroom.

“Again.” he ordered huskily into her ear.

“S-satoru.” she mumbled, her mind going blank.

His pace picked up. His cock pulsating appreciatively in her cunt. She swore it’d grown in size.

She moaned, her thighs squeezing together in pain.

“Ha-aah,” he breathed into her ear, his cock pummeling into her so hard she forgot how to think.

“Sounds so fuckin’ pretty coming from your mouth.” his voice rough against her ear.

Her cunt squeezed around him once more and he groaned. He ground his cock into her, letting the tip of his cock touch places that felt too deep for her. Suddenly he withdrew his hips, keeping his cock halfway buried in her before shoving his full length into her again.

Her body jerked against the door again, wincing, “Gojo!”

“Satoru.” he corrected, darkly before delivering a series of deep fucks at an unwarranted pace.

Her mind was too fucked out to think.

His cock moved too fast—too deep within her. Accessing spots she didn’t think possible. His cock felt too thick, too hard-pulsing as he moved roughly in her slick walls.

“How can you ask me to let you go when you feel like this?” he gritted out.

Just then, his cock hit a spot she didn’t know existed. The tip of his cock simply pressing a spot so delicious she crumpled in his grasp. Her whole body shook so hard, she lost all her balance.

She was too shocked to moan. Simply letting her body quiver as Gojo slid his hand down from her mouth to her neck, pulling her flat against him to hold her up.

He kept-up his rough pace, only slowing down when her body stopped quivering. She was completely out of breath, simply too overwhelmed.

He released her neck, letting his hand slide lower to squeeze her tits through her uniform.

“Fuck, that’s it, kitten.” He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of how her cunt continued to spasm around him. The feeling was heavenly, especially coming from the narrow space of her cunt around him.

He palmed her hard nipple, “I made my pretty princess feel good, didn’t I?”

Her cunt walls twitched from the aftereffects of her first orgasm—from anyone that wasn’t herself.

He drove his cock into her once more. Making her groan in pain. Bits of pleasure scattered throughout her body as his cock began to slowly thrust into her.

Her arms were still at a rather uncomfortable angle, pinned behind her back-causing her to arch against him. The angle all too perfect for his cock to continue abusing her cunt.

He pressed a deft kiss to her temple, “I know it hurts, baby, but it hurt too good just now, didn’t it?”

His cock gradually thrusted faster into her, “I’ll keep making you feel good.”

She couldn’t find it in her to speak. Simple too mind blown and worn-out by the overwhelming sense of pleasure she’d just experienced. It was almost scary how good she’d felt.

She winced as his cock seemed to take full advantage of how soft her cunt had grown. Her insides felt completely messed up as his cock pumped in and out of her.

His fingers tightened around her neck before he buried his face into her hair, “Missed you so much.”

Suddenly he thrusted into her far too deep, searing his cock completely into her. Her soft insides squeezing around him so tight, his cockhead twitched.

She felt the entirety of his cock pulsate before feeling spurts of something warm fill the narrow space between her legs. The substance all too sticky as it slipped down her legs, simply already too full inside.

Her eyes were wide in shock as he slowly thrusted into her a couple more times—letting her feel his cock twitch till it didn’t anymore.

Finally he went still, his breath completely haggard as he removed his face from her hair.

His diamond blue eyes scanned the side of her face before he slowly withdrew his hips from her. Just as his cockhead was about to slip out of her, he slammed himself back inside.

She flinched, moaning.

His fingers on her neck caressed her, “Sorry, baby, don’t wanna go just yet. Feels too good.”

She stood still for a moment. Completely stunned to silence as she caught her breath. She was absolutely terrified of how to proceed.

She squeezed her eyes shut-wanting to sob. He came in me again.

She slowly wriggled her hips, “L-let me go.” she whispered.

His hand on her neck tightened before he nuzzled his face into her shoulder.

“No.” he whined, reluctantly.

He pressed his cock into her slightly, making her shiver. He stayed like that for a moment before finally pulling out. He took his absolute time, dragging out the action enough for the sound to echo in the quiet bathroom when his cock finally popped out of her.

Her body trembled when she felt that familiar substance leak down her inner thighs. She glanced down to see streaks of white lining the insides of her leg.

Her insides twisted at the sight.

“Made a mess, didn’t I.” he muttered before reaching over to swipe a streak of his cum and stuff his finger into her. She jolted sensitively.

“Want you to keep every drop.” he mused through gritted teeth.

She immediately stepped away from him, yanking her hands from his grasp to turn around. She stood with her back pressed to the stall door.

His hands went to her hips to keep her upright as she stumbled.

“Baby.” he warned, subtly admonishing her for moving too fast.

She shoved his hand away, “Don’t call me that.”

A handsome grin split across his lips, “You like kitten better?”

Her eyes widened at the playfulness in his tone. She couldn’t understand how he was like this.

She sharply looked away, not wanting to look at his half-erect cock that he still hadn’t tucked away.

She quickly reached for the stall’s lock—the urge to get away from him growing stronger by the second. He blocked her hand a second before she could touch it.

“You’re not gonna clean yourself up?” he asked before his spare hand squeezed her hip. “Naughty girl.”

“I’ll clean you up.” he added.

She shoved herself out of his grasp. “I can clean myself up.” she spat-unsuccessfully trying to keep the shakiness out of her tone, “J-just get out.”

“Ara-“

“Get. out.” she bit out before whispering, “please.”

He was quiet for a moment, she couldn’t see his face due to facing aside. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

“Fine,” his voice was low, “Only if you look at me first.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the urge to scream. Instead she spoke-even quieter than him, “T-then zip up your pants.”

She thought she heard a faint chuckle before the sound of a zipper was audible in the silence.

She opened her eyes, facing him.

His face was completely devoid of emotion. The only emotion was a touch of softness swimming within his sky-blue eyes.

He cupped the left side of her face, “Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

She resisted the urge to flinch. She wanted to say so much but she was scared-terribly, terribly scared. He could react so differently-it gave her whiplash.

He pressed his forehead to hers, “I just missed you so much. I got so happy when you texted me y’know, but it wasn’t enough. I need you. Just you.”

She hated how strained he sounded, as if he were helpless to his impulses. As if those words could justify his actions. She had texted him over the weekend-her responses short, dry and inconsistent compared to his timely, emoticon-filled ones. She was just scared of what he would do if she didn’t.

Not that it mattered because he ruined her the second he saw her anyway.

“I just like you too much.” he murmured.

She squeezed her eyes shut-wanting to cry.

He pushed his forehead further into her, “Talk to me.” he urged.

Her lower lip wobbled before she burst out-unable to hold back as she whispered, “Y-you’re hurting me.”

His sterling blue eyes widened as he searched her face, wildly, “No-no, I made you feel good, didn’t I? Tell me-tell me what-“

Suddenly the bell rang and his expression grew distraught. They both knew the bathrooms were bound to fill up in seconds during the five minute breaks between classes.

She resisted the urge to shove him back, merely facing elsewhere instead. Her rapid heartbeat making it hard for her to focus.

“Shit, kitten, we’ll finish this convo after school, okay? Or later-at your house, okay?”

She froze at the idea of him coming to her house again.

“Okay?” he insisted.

She nodded, quickly. He pressed a deft kiss to her lips before unlocking the stall door and stepping out.

She stood still for a long moment after that-biting into her lower lip to resist the urge to break down and cry.

She shakily reached into her backpack, pulling out the contraceptive with trembling hands. She hoped-prayed-it worked. Out of all nightmares occurring in her life, she needed the nightmare that was pregnancy to not become real.

She was shuffling around the books in her locker. Too lost in a funk to realize she was already holding the book she was looking for in her hand.

“Ara Natsuna?” an unfamiliar voice spoke from nearby.

She looked over to see a girl she didn’t recognize, but from the aura the girl exuded she had to be a junior or a senior, like herself.

“..Yes?” she croaked out, before clearing her throat.

She hated the once-over the girl gave her. She didn’t miss the look of judgment that passed over the girl's face-though it did nothing to her state of confidence because her father's looks of judgment were much worse.

But she couldn’t blame the girl. She knew her skirt was slightly rumpled after what Gojo had done to her in the bathroom hours prior—and her eyes were probably still swollen despite the countless amount of times she’d splashed water on her face.

She just wanted to go home.

Instead of saying some nasty comment, the girl merely smiled. A smile so wide that Ara immediately saw through its fakeness.

“Are you and Gojo dating?” she inquired, with an innocent blink of her eyes.

Ara was instantly stunned.

It was then she noticed that a couple of the surrounding students were eavesdropping on their convo. Some were trying to be discrete but after one look at her surroundings it was rather obvious.

She spotted the girl’s friends huddled a little distance away, staring eagerly. It looked like a little fan club of juniors-or underclassmen.

Are you fucking serious?

Ara spoke fast, “What makes you ask me that?”

The girl’s eyelashes fluttered-Does that really work?—“Gojo said it.”

Ara wanted to scream-but instead her response was impulsive. Her voice tight, “No. We aren’t dating and we never will.”

She slammed her locker closed, not bothering to look back as she fast-walked down the hall. She needed this day to end.

I need to get rid of him.

Ara squeezed her eyes shut—terrified out of her mind. She’d come up with a short term-very half-assed-plan in the midst of doing her school work earlier.

She didn’t know how she’d managed to complete all her homework but she had. If there was one thing she wasn’t willing to fuck up it was her grades. Sure, she had her dad on her ass about them but it was her only ticket out of ‘here’—aka this hellhole called her family house and now high school. She needed to go to a good college-far, far away from here.

She glanced back at the window before hesitantly opening her bedroom door. It was a weekday so her Dad usually slept early. She peeked through to see her Dad’s bedroom light turn off through the crack underneath the door.

Perfect.

Her heart raced as she grabbed her pillow and blanket from the bed. She knew Gojo was going to try come over today and she was going to do everything in her power to avoid it, if possible. She knew she shouldn’t trigger him—that she should think of a better plan but she couldn’t help but feel bile rise up into her throat whenever she thought of him. So acting on her short-term plan would do.

She just didn’t want to see him.

She stepped out of her room and wandered downstairs. She was going to sleep in the basement. Lucky for her, the basement was furnished but she was sure when Gojo arrived he wouldn’t go there.

At first she had contemplated trying to find a way to lock the window—but it was no use, the lever on the window was broken. She wasn’t sure when that happened but she wouldn’t put it past Gojo to have done it on purpose.

Then she had contemplated sleeping in the living room and finding a way to lock her bedroom door from the outside-but then she knew Gojo would automatically know she was locking him out and she was terrified of what reaction that might invoke.

So she settled on simply sleeping elsewhere in the house-the basement. She would simply lock the basement from the inside and sleep within. She was sure he was going to search the house but she refused to think too hard about it. She almost hoped her Dad would catch him sneaking about. She just had to be cautious of making sure her Dad didn’t catch her sleeping in the basement.

Gojo had called twice and texted several times since school had ended. Giving her short random updates of his day and asking about hers but she hadn’t responded. She wanted to block him but she was scared—too damn scared. She was relieved he didn’t seem too angry over text just yet though.

But she knew she was playing with fire.

She shivered when she entered the basement. The heating wasn’t the best down here but it would have to do. She quickly locked the door before laying out her pillow and blanket on the couch and laying down.

Her fear made it hard for her to feel relaxed enough to sleep. She rubbed her eyes, a wave of exhaustion overcoming her.

She was so tired of feeling scared. First her Dad and now Gojo. When is it all gonna end?

She sighed, sleep overcoming her rather quickly as her mind wandered to dark places.

She hastily closed her bedroom window before falling to her knees. Her legs trembled as she buried her face in her hands.

Her plan had worked. She hadn’t seen Gojo last night—and she muted his messages so she didn’t see the 150+ unread messages he’d sent her throughout the night. But she was scared shitless—she didn’t want to go to school.

She’d set an alarm to wake up before her Dad so she could make it back to her bedroom in time-in case he decided to check on her. She was terrified that she might find Gojo in her room but he was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that signaled he might’ve been there was the curtains being pushed aside. She tried not to think about it too hard.

But it all came crashing down on her when she was trudging to the bus stop in the morning. She had been staring at the home screen of her phone, at the daunting number of 157 at the corner of her message app. She knew who all 157 of those texts were from. It didn’t help that there were about 23 missed calls either.

And she realized she couldn’t go to school. She knew-knew-something bad was going to happen. He’d violated her in school before so what was going to stop him from doing it again?

She started to sob.

The little voice in the back of mind reminded her that she needed to call the school before they called her Dad to notify him of her absence. She’d only done it twice before, but sometimes she pretended to be her Mom and call the school about her absence before they contacted her actual parents.

She threw her backpack off. She was so tired of having to worry about things like this. She felt like everything she did she had to overthink because of the egg-shells she had to walk around with everyone. It was exhausting.

Everything she did could cause a reaction. Like sleeping anywhere but her room would not only upset Gojo but her Dad. Just like taking a day off from school would make her Dad livid. So much so, that she avoided coming back home through the front door because she knew her Dad would see it through the camera.

Why couldn’t her life just be normal?

And now-on top of everything-she had a killer obsessed with her.

Why is this happening to me?

She wiped her tears, frustration making her weary despite her rather pleasant sleep. For some reason, she’d slept decently in the basement-even if she’d woken up in a cold sweat.

She slowly stood up, forcing herself to head downstairs and grab the home phone to call the school in the best Mom voice she could muster. Her Mom was still out of the country. Lucky her.

She plopped onto the couch in the living room. She grabbed the home phone from the coffee table and cleared her throat, making the call in the most assertive, motherly tone she could.

Once the call ended, she laid back against the couch. She turned on the TV for some background noise. The several churning emotions running rampant within her making her feel completely worn out.

She closed her eyes, telling herself that she’d just relax for a bit, only to become lulled into a deep slumber.

The sound of the TV turning off woke her up. She blinked, sitting up groggily as she looked at her reflection in the dark screen of the TV.

She squinted when she noticed a tall, white-haired male standing behind the couch-behind her.

Gojo.

She bolted up, scrambling to the other side of the living room.

His expression was blank as he watched her stand in front of the TV. Her eyes blown wide in fear.

He tilted his head, strands of his icy hair falling over his forehead in the process, “You’re avoiding me.”

She didn’t like how flat his tone was. Or how absurdly imperfect he looked. He always looked perfect but his hair was more messed up than usual, his uniform’s blazer nowhere to be seen-not that he ever wore it in the first place-and his dress-shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, showcasing the prominent veins crawling up his forearms.

He held up her phone and her heart jumped to her throat.

“You changed your lockscreen,” he mused, before a dry chuckle slipped out of him.

He had changed her home and lock screen to a shirtless mirror selfie of himself in her bathroom. An obvious thirst trap. He’d taken the picture the night he stayed over after their 'first time'. She assumed she was asleep when he changed it.

“Fine, I can take that but.. ignoring my calls, my texts-“ another dry, incredulous chuckle leaving his lips, “-you didn’t even open them. In fact, you muted me—and now you don’t show up at school?”

Her throat went dry. She had no choice but to assume he either knew her phone password or used her Face ID to unlock her phone while she was asleep. Eitherway, he clearly had seen that she silenced his notifications.

Suddenly his intricate blue eyes zoned in on her, any humor in his voice dissolving, “Where did you sleep, Ara.”

Her breath stopped short.

His eyes never left hers-his half-lidded gaze would’ve made him appear bored if his tone wasn’t so offhandedly calm, “I know you were home, but where.”

She took a hesitant step backwards.

He took a step around the couch, playing with her phone in one hand. “I know you weren’t with Millie so where’d you go? Did you leave your phone here and go somewhere?”

She couldn’t believe it. He must’ve activated her phone location.

His gaze hardened, “I’m asking you something, Ara.”

She couldn’t find it in herself to respond. How the hell am I supposed to respond to that?

Her whole body was alert with fear. She wanted to run but she was terrified he would outrun her. He was an athlete after all.

She hadn’t missed that the wire attached to the home phone on the coffee table was now disconnected. Undoubtedly, his work.

She needed to think ofsomething-anything to get out of this situation. And because she couldn’t think, she simply acted.

She ran so far down into the downstairs hallway, swerving into a turn into a wall. She was certain he could’ve easily chased her if he chose too but he somehow hadn’t.

She thought she heard a faint chuckle a distance away-probably still in the living room.

“Okay, we can play the cat and mouse game,” his voice seemed to carry into the hall, “but I’ll tell you right now, Ara. You won’t win.”

“I’ll always find you.”

Her body seemed to go cold at his words. She couldn’t go on like this-she needed a plan. She contemplated running straight for the front door-it would alert the front door cameras and automatically notify her Dad of her presence at home.

But contacting her Dad made her throat constrict. It didn’t help that Gojo might be anticipating that course of action.

She trembled. Maybe the back-door? Through the garage? But that meant passing the living room. He could still be there.

She had to do something. She had to try and check.

She slowly walked further down the hall, turning to peek into the living room from the opposite turn of the corridor. He was nowhere in sight.

Her heart jumped in her chest. Her gut told her not to do it—to not run across the living room. She was certain he was near. Her gut told her he was anticipating it.

But what he wouldn’t anticipate was her going upstairs. There was nowhere to get out upstairs. Except for the balcony attached to her Dad’s office and the master bedroom. Then there was her room window.

She dashed up the stairs as quietly as she could. A scream nearly ripping from her throat when she swore she saw his blurry figure move downstairs from the corner of her eye.

She ran into the guest bedroom, before scurrying into its attached bathroom. She quickly stepped into the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain to hide herself.

Fuck! That was too loud!

She silently jumped out-her heart pounding in her ears as she hastily stepped into the bathroom’s walk-in pantry. She slipped inside, hiding behind the pantry door just as the bathroom door opened.

She stopped breathing, watching his tall figure through the crack beside the door. The look of precision and focus in his gaze was unlike anything she’d ever seen. His straight posture exuding lethality.

His footsteps were soundless as he walked over to the bathtub. He harshly pulled back the curtain—making her flinch.

He stood there for a second before opening the other bathroom door. This bathroom was attached to two guest bedrooms.

He didn’t spare the rest of the bathroom a glance as he swiftly exited through the other door. He clearly assumed she’d left through there—and she nearly had, if she hadn’t spotted the bathroom pantry first.

She covered her mouth as she remembered to breathe. This was bad. He knew she was upstairs now. There was no way she could go anywhere.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

All he needed to do was chill in the main upstairs hallway and she’d reveal herself eventually. That was if she moved.

She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling incredibly uneasy. She couldn’t sit and wait like this. It was gonna kill her. She couldn’t risk Gojo coming back into the bathroom to catch her like this.

She shook her head, staring down at her wobbly legs as she ran her hands through her hair. Think. Think. Think!

In the midst of her despair, an idea flashed within her mind. Something so unlike her and risky, she wanted to puke. She wasn’t sure if it was even gonna work.

There’s no way I can do this. She wanted to gag, but in the back of her mind she knew she had to. It was the only way.

Suddenly-something within her turned off. Turning off the tremors running along her body. The tight feeling in her throat. The mind-numbing fear.

She waited a beat before stepping out from behind the pantry door. She walked into the guest bedroom he’d entered moments ago, her restless heart rate stuttering as she walked further into the room.

To her surprise, he was nowhere to be found. Instead the other door leading out the guest bedroom was left partly open.

She closed her eyes, she knew she wasn’t going to be alone soon enough.

She closed her eyes, “Satoru.” she called out, her voice sounding weak to her ears.

She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, resisting the urge to tremble as her hands shook imperceptibly at her sides.

“Satoru.” she called out, her voice clearer.

Suddenly the aura in the room changed and she knew. She knew.

Her body tensed instinctively. Every nerve in her body backfiring as her instincts screamed at her-telling her this was wrong-downright wrong. Signaling she was in danger.

She squeezed her hands into fists, forcefully willing herself to calm. Forcing her thoughts to go quiet at the pain of her nails digging into her palm.

She slowly opened her eyes and caught sight of the mirror in front of her. The large mirror was attached to the vanity and showcased the sight of him.

He stood as still as a statue, directly behind her—yet not close enough to touch her. His tall frame towered over her.

But his eyes. His eyes are what made her stomach flip flop. He was looking directly at her, jaw locked. He looked at her as if he wanted to rip her apart.

But since he was looking down at her, he didn’t seem to catch her alert gaze staring at him through the mirror. She felt her body tense up further. She couldn’t lose her resolve..

“S-satoru..” her voice a soft plea.

She saw him tilt his head, his eyes flitting closed. She swore she felt his cool breath run down her spine.

She saw him slowly open his eyes, “Why are you saying my name so prettily.”

Despite knowing he was behind her, she nearly flinched at the sound of his voice anyway. She bit into her lower lip-doing everything she could to resist the natural instinct of wanting to scurry away from him.

Her voice quavered, “Because I'm tired of running from you.”

“Quitting?”

Her breath caught. She didn’t know how he managed to sound so cold yet amused at the same time. He always caught her off-guard but she had to convince him.

She hung her head, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth. She didn’t want to say her next words.

She lowered her hand-her voice coming out oddly calm, “What’s there to quit, Satoru.. I’m already yours.”

His eyes widened.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair, pulling her back flat against his chest. He dug his face into her temple, nearly growling, “Then why ignore me?”

She gasped slightly before swallowing. The sight of herself in his immovable grasp in the mirror was doing something to her.

“Because I’m scared,” her voice cracked as she whispered, “I’m scared of falling for you, Satoru.”

She saw his eyes flash with surprise before his hand in her hair suddenly forced her eyes away from the mirror, turning her head up to look at him.

Tears swam in her eyes as he searched her face. His sterling blue eyes unreadable.

A moment of silence ensued before he suddenly pressed his forehead to hers, “But I want you to fall for me, kitten.”

Just as he lowered himself to kiss her, she impulsively turned her head away. Her heart thumped rapidly when she realized she shouldn’t have done that.

She came up with something on the spot, “I-I can’t fall for someone who doesn’t care about me.”

She saw his white brows furrow in the mirror, “You don’t think I care about you?”

She turned around, staggering out of his grasp. “I know you don’t. You don’t care about what I want.”

His gaze was attentive as he stared at her, “What do you want.”

She swallowed. She had to be careful about this..

She took a step back from him, “I.. I don’t want to be a Mother till I’m 25. J-just like my Mom.”

He paused before his gaze hardened, “You want me to wear condoms.”

She bit her lower lip, before speaking as softly as possible, “For now.”

His hand clasped her hip, drawing her close. “I’ll be the one to put a baby in you anyway.”

She closed her eyes, keeping her face down—resting her forehead against his chest. She had to see how far she could push her luck.

“What else.” he asked.

She paused, “I want to keep.. us private.”

He grasped her chin, forcing her to look up. She didn’t miss the subtle disappointment in his expression.

“Why.”

She hesitated before speaking quietly, “I think.. keeping things secret is funner.”

A devious smirk split across his lips as he teased, “Such a naughty girl.”

Suddenly he nuzzled his face into the side of hers. She resisted the urge to freeze up.

“I wanna show you off though.” he whined.

“L-later.” she stuttered out, half heartedly.

His hands found the sides of her waist, easily fitting his large palms into the slight curve. He squeezed her sides before sighing as he reluctantly withdrew his face.

“Anythin’ else?” he asked, weary.

She was terrified of even bringing this up. But he was being.. somewhat understanding right now, so she wondered..

She shifted slightly in his hold, her hands coming to lay flat on his chest before her.

“No more.. hurting people.” her voice wavered.

“What do you mean.”

She swallowed, her eyes searching his before she spoke hesitantly, “T-the party.”

Noel. Jaemin. Arman.

His eyes seemed to narrow slightly, his voice somewhat cold, “That’s not up to me, kitten.”

She tensed, unsure what to make of his words but she was too scared to speak on it further.

Suddenly his face was nudging hers, “Kiss me.” he ordered, gruffly.

She hesitantly tilted her face up and he took full advantage. His lips kissing hers intently—as if trying to take all of her in by the lips.

He tilted his head, letting his tongue slip past her lips to taste her. The action making her tense slightly but he easily took the lead. His hand went to the back of her head to hold her in place as he kissed her deep.

By the time he withdrew his lips, she was breathless.

His diamond-like eyes searched her face, “I can get you anything in the world you want. Just tell me and it’s yours.”

She didn’t doubt his quiet, confident words. She knew he had access to money like that. But how could she tell him that she wanted him to forget her.

His fingers caressed her hair, “You’re scared because it’s your first relationship, hmm?”

She merely nodded.

A small smile tugged at his glossy lips, “S’okay, it’s my first too.”

Everyone knew Gojo didn’t have to try when it came to girls. Ever since he moved here girls threw themselves at him. Maybe he hadn’t been in actual relationships but she was certain he’d fucked around enough for the both of them.

Besides his long-time fuck buddy, Katrina, liked to act like she was his ex.

She stepped away from him, her face red. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

His smile widened into a grin, his eyes glittering with amusement. “Jealous?”

Before she could look away, he caught her jaw–easily turning her face to look up at him as he said, “This is the only relationship that matters to me.”

He pulled her into a hug. His scent engulfing her, as did everything else of his huge stature. She closed her eyes, willing her body to stay calm and not cry. He hadn’t hurt her yet so she supposed she’d done well.

His hand ran over her hair as he murmured, “I’m gonna make you love me.”

Her eyes flashed open—her heart rate picking up. He sounded so calm, so definitive.. It was then that she realized getting rid of him was going to be a lot more dangerous than she thought.

a/n: wooooohoooo ty for reading this ish if u made it this far. the next part of this chapter still occurs on the same day which is y i didn't wanna make it a whole nother chapter but pls lemme kno ur thOTS or whatnot. ill link the next part of this chapter in this post once it's uploaded. also excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes bc i kinda skim edited this (oops) have a good dayyy ya'll

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The Love of my Life and my Worst Enemy

Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Link to Pt.2

Note: Alternatively titled: Cell Mates? More Like Soul Mates. Much appreciation to @log-1n for the alternative title.

Summary: Valeria is the only person who believes that (Y/N) is innocent when she finds herself landed in a prison cell.

Warnings: mentions of torture by a partner (not Valeria), threats, reader has a toxic af ex gf, reader doesn’t speak/understand Spanish

Word count: 1401

“Let me out!” She screamed until her throat was ripped so raw that she could taste blood. “Let me the fuck out of here, I didn’t do shit!” And yet no one listened as she pushed past the pain in her throat and continued yelling.

She tried not to cry. Prison was not the place for crying she had reasoned. She tried to be like her father, exchange her sadness for anger and, in part, it worked but at her very core she was nearly gutted by sorrow and pain.

How could Katya do this to her? In the weeks that had passed the steaming pile of utter shit that Katya had wrought on her just piled up all coming to a head with her landing in a prison cell in Mexico. She didn’t speak Spanish so she had no clue what was happening but she knew that they were speaking to her as if she were Katya.

“Your screaming won’t do anything.” A smooth voice echoed from the corner of the room. (Y/N) jumped in fear, despite the bunk bed in the corner of the room, she hadn’t thought there was anyone but her in the cell. She licked her lips and furrowed her brows.

“You- you speak English?” She asked, treading carefully towards the bunk.

The figure in the corner moved from the dark at the back of the bunk to sitting on the edge of the bed, making themselves visible. It was a woman. She had dark hair cut above her shoulders and dark eyes that (Y/N) swore could see right through her soul. Tattoos lined her toned arms, completely on display with the tank top she wore, catching (Y/N)‘s wandering eyes.

Despite her slight attraction, (Y/N) stopped in her tracks, as if she was calling to a wild animal and was unsure whether or not it would attack.

“I do, and I would like some peace and fucking quiet in my prison cell.” A slight bit of bitterness twinged the woman’s tone.

(Y/N) curled in on herself, noticing how the woman had said “my” instead of “our”; she had no control in this situation and she knew that.

After two weeks of unrelenting torture, she figured Katya took pity on her and was letting her go. But it seemed she’d just been moved out of one lion’s den into another.

(Y/N) sat down in the corner opposite of the other woman, thighs tucked tightly to her chest, head buried into her knees. Without yelling she had nothing to distract herself from the storm brewing in her head.

How could Katya do this to her?

A loud sigh caught her attention, making her shoot her head up. The woman was staring at her, manspreading with her elbows resting on either leg, clasped hands in the middle.

“Alright, you’ve caught my attention, I can practically hear the little anxious thoughts rattling around in your head. Why are you here?” The woman questioned, intense eyes striking fear in the girl on the floor.

“Because I was arrested.” (Y/N) frowned, the sentence leaving a bad taste in her mouth.

“Well no shit, I meant what got you arrested. You don’t exactly look like the criminal type.” Piercing eyes scanned (Y/N)’s body.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up at her words, the thought that maybe someone believed she was innocent.

“I- I’m not. My girlfriend… ex girlfriend, she uh.. well it’s a long story, I’m sure you don’t want to hear it.”

The woman perked up and leaned in, “Well now you’ve got me intrigued. Tell me, did she convince you to do something bad?”

(Y/N) scoffed at the idea.

“No, god no.”

“Then how did you get here?”

Now there wasn’t exactly a manual on getting arrested, at least not one that (Y/N) had read, but she had seen enough tv to figure you shouldn’t ask why someone is in jail. Why this woman was interested, she had no clue.

Someone else might be angry when getting asked this but (Y/N) couldn’t muster up any rage, squeaking out a fast “Why should I tell you? I don’t even know you.”

“Me llamo Valeria. Now you know me, tell me your story, stranger.”

(Y/N) sighed, she couldn’t argue with that logic. She wondered how much she should tell.

“Well uhm… I’m (Y/N). I work as a tech analyst for the military. That’s where I met Katya.” She took a deep inhale “I fell for her pretty quickly. I hadn’t known what she was.”

Valeria almost insisted she continue the story with her eyes and body language.

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “A spy. She was a spy. And not for our side. I didn’t realize that until she hit me over the head and I woke up tied to a chair.” She didn’t want to even mention her time in that awful place, the aching of her body already a constant reminder, so she just skipped over it, “and I guess when she got bored of me she just dumped me here. I don’t know what she told them but the people here keep calling me Katya and I am not Katya. Hell, I don’t even know why she would be wanted in fucking Mexico, she’s Russian.”

Valeria noticed the hole in her story but the girl before her was insanely easy to read. She could tell by the fidgeting and fleeting looks that whatever had happened was bad, especially if it was done to her by someone she loved.

One thing that had set off alarms in her head was the name. She raked her mind as to where she’d heard of a Katya. All of the sudden, it hit her.

She got up from the bed and stood over (Y/N).

“Katya Antonov?”

(Y/N) looked up slowly and nodded.

“She’s not just Russian, she’s mafia. Been giving the cartels and Mexican Special Forces the turn around for nearly a decade.“

“Oh.” (Y/N) muttered, unsure how to respond.

“You said you’re military?” Valeria asked.

(Y/N) shivered; was that a bad thing? She’d heard how prisoners hate cops but surely military is different, besides, it’s not like she was actually military, she just worked with them. Yet she figured there was no point in denying it now.

“Kind of, I work with them but I’m a technical analyst.”

“Where has your team been? How long have you been gone? Have they not come for you?”

Of course they didn’t, (Y/N) spent her weeks of torture praying to whatever higher power there may be that they would come for her and yet nothing. She shook her head.

Valeria angrily muttered in Spanish about how disgraceful they were, how disgusting it was to just leave a team mate like that. When she managed to calm herself to a level head, she turned her attention back to the girl cowering on the floor. She held her hand out to her, swiftly pulling her to her feet when she grabbed it.

“Let’s help each other, yeah?” Valeria leaned in right next to (Y/N)’s ear so she could lower her voice. “I’ve got a plan to get out of here, your skills could be very useful. I assume you are good at hacking?”

(Y/N) nodded bashfully.

“Very good, are we on the same page now?”

“I- I don’t know…”

“You could sit in here waiting on someone else to save you, or you could be a smart girl and let me save you, all you have to do is join me.”

The air was thick, (Y/N) didn’t know what to do.

“Of course, there is a third option. You could try to cross me, try to snitch to the guards in hopes they’ll let you out on good behavior but you mark my words (Y/N), you do that and you are dead.” She emphasized her words by trailing her pointer finger along (Y/N)’s throat. “But you don’t want that do you? You’re gonna join me, aren’t you.”

(Y/N) was caught in a trance by Valeria’s allure. The threat did nothing to deter her, fear coursed through her and yet so did attraction. Her eyes flitted between Valeria’s lips and eyes, and she nodded.

“Good girl.”

God, (Y/N) was fucked.

Note: I’m already working on a part 2 whether y’all like it or not.

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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HI HI HI!!

A part 5 to situations would make me the happiest human bean !! Love this story

Situations 5

situations 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7

I’m happy to make you the happiest human bean:)

Let’s imagine that Olivia Rodrigo brought out her Album ‘Sour’ now

Two days later

“Jenna?” The voice over the phone called out, “hey Olivia, how are you? What can I do for you?” Jenna asked as she made herself a coffee before work. “Well, as you might know, my new album sour is coming out in three days and today I’ve decided that I will throw a party for it in two days. Wanna come?” She explained as she looked at some decoration on her laptop, “oh wow, I’d love to come. I can’t wait to hear your new album, I love your music” after a bit more of conversation they started talking about whose coming to the party. “and last but now least, we have Y/n and her plus on” the actress was shocked and took a minute to answer, “d-do you know who she’s - you know- bringing?” Her voice was quiet and unsteady as she tried to calm herself, “no, I don’t. Sorry”

Two days later

You were ready for Olivia’s party and your plus one, Kara, was too. Kara was Mia’s little sister, she was 16 years old and loved Olivia and her music, so you thought it would be a nice gesture to bring her along. The girl was like a little sister to you, even if she looked just as old as you. But you would always remember her as the 4 years old that you met 12 years ago that you showed how to ride a bike.

“Are you nervous?” You asked the girl when you arrived at the location, the music was heard from the outside just like the peoples taking. “I’d say I’m the perfect mix of nervous, excited and happy” she answered as you laid your arm over the slightly smaller girl and chuckled, “well, just don’t embarrass me alright?” Both of you laughed as you walked inside.

You’ve know Olivia before she got really famous and somehow your friendship stayed. You didn’t talk that often but for some reason you were still going strong and you loved it, she was a great person that deserves the best only.

The first thing you did was getting something to drink. You and Kara stood at the bar when a certain someone caught your eye, Jenna. After the kiss four days ago, where she stormed off, you haven’t seen her or talked to her. It was complete radio silence which really broke you. Especially after seeing Percy appear next to her, his arms wrapping around her as she talked to Conan. “You alright?” The girl next to you asked causing you to nod, not that it convinced her but she still decided to let it go for now. “Come on, let’s find Olivia” you took her hand and pulled her along through the crowds until you found the singer you were looking for. “Liv” you called out as she ran into your arms, “y/n/n” she hugged you tight while you slightly picked her up around her waist.

“Liv, this is Kara” you introduced your plus one with a happy smile on your face from watching the younger girl nearly die from happiness. “She’s cute” she whispered to you causing you to cough, “she’s 16” you mumbled, her eyes suddenly widening. “Kara is Mia’s little sister, she’s a big fan of you so I decided to bring her along” you explained.

After a couple of minutes you’ve decided to leave them alone for a bit while you went and talked to other people, at least until you heard Percy tell people that him and Jenna were a thing for the 6th time. Deciding that you need some fresh air you exited the building, shooting Kara a quick text to stay close to Olivia while you took a minute. A certain brunette following you.

“I really didn’t think blondes were your type, but I also didn’t think you were the cheater type so I guess I was wrong about a lot” you’d recognize that voice everywhere and the last four days you would have done everything to hear it again. “What?” You asked as you turned around to face her. “Oh come on, you either had feelings for her before or you guys even already had something before. There’s no way that you fall in love so quickly” she explained while accusingly pointing her finger around as you chuckled sarcastically.

“Okay, hold up. First of all, you don’t get to judge me for bringing someone when the last four days I’ve been calling you nonstop and send you around 200 messages per day! It’s unfair you know, that shit broke me. I overstepped a boundary and I’m sorry about it, but you could have just told me instead of ghosting me. I didn’t know you had someone, you never told me and don’t even try to say that you didn’t know that I was making moves! Damn it, I would have backed up if I knew you had someone! But no, I have to find out from Percy running around and telling people!” You were pacing around as the anger inside of you built up, you were mad at her, mad at Percy, mad at yourself and mad at the world.

“What is he saying?” She asked as she watched you pace. “Damn it Jenna, he’s telling people about your relationship. Something you should have done weeks ago! You know who I brought? Mia’s little sister, she’s 16 and obsessed with Olivia. So no, I don’t likes blondes and no I’m not the cheater type” your chest was heaving as you looked at the ground and tried to calm yourself. “Y/n, Percy and I aren’t a thing” she told you as she stepped closer but you only shook your head, “maybe you should tell him that first”. With that you walked back inside to Kara and Olivia.

“You alright?” The singer asked as you stood next to her, “yeah, just needed a moment” you answered as you watched Kara and Olivia interact. “You’re y/n, right?” A manly voice next to you said causing you to turn, only to find Percy next to you. “Yeah, I am” your voice wasn’t friendly or nice, it was cold and gave clear indication that you didn’t want to talk to him. “Look, you should keep away from Jenna. She made a mistake when she kissed you, she regrets it deeply. Being in love with a girl as a girl is disgusting and the media won’t like it, so I turned her and I want you to keep away from her” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you tried to calm yourself, you really did but it was too much for you. Without another word you pulled your arm back before your fist collided with his face causing him to stumble back. “One, she can decide on her own who she wants to talk to and who she doesn’t wanna talk to. Two, just because there are girls who get more girls than you do that doesn’t mean that they’re disgusting! So if I ever hear you talk about one of us like that again, it will end worse.” Due to the rage inside of you you didn’t notice the crowd forming around you. But in that moment you couldn’t care less, the urge to throw yourself at him was overwhelming.

“Let’s just go, it’s not worth it” Kara pulled on your arm as she talked. You let yourself be dragged away from the crowd, your eyes catching Jenna’s as you did. “I’ll go home. You can drive the truck home later” you spoke out after you calmed down, you felt bad for ruining the girls party. “It’s fine, let’s just go home” she was too nice for her own good, but you could also really use the alone time. “I mean it, it’s okay. Stay a bit, make sure to stay close to Olivia okay? Then you can drive home to mine and we’ll see from then on, enjoy your time here” you laid your hands on her shoulders as you talked. “Okay, thank you” she hugged you tightly before going back inside.

You quickly texted Olivia before slowly making your way home. You were so caught up in your own thoughts and music that you didn’t notice anything happening around you. The events still confused and hurt you, what if she said the same thing to him and the reason she didn’t text back was because she was disgusted by you, or maybe she just wanted to try herself out.

You didn’t come very far, around 1/4 of the way before a hand suddenly grasped your wrist causing you to spin around. “Are you crazy?” You scolded, “it’s dark outside and this isn’t quite the best part of town. Do you know how dangerous it is to walk around alone? Do you know what could have happened to you?!” Jenna’s heart broke as she heard you speak, even after the whole amount of pain she caused you, you still cared for her. It was sad really and it made her sad, you didn’t deserve all that pain.

“I-I couldn’t just let you go like that. Percy didn’t have the right to say what he said. Especially because he was so damn wrong about what he said, I don’t regret kissing you one bit, it was the best decision I’ve made in a loooong while, but I was scared that I overstepped a boundary and I didn’t wanna be hurt so I isolated myself. And the only reason I brought stupid Percy to this stupid party is because I’ve heard that you were going to bring a plus one and I didn’t wanna look stupid but now I do anyway and the only thing I’ve learned is that I’m a really big idiot” she was breathing heavily when she was finally done talking, there were some tears running down her face and her fingers while nervously clawing at the fabric of her cloths. The silence that build between you two scared the girl more than anything had ever done.

“If I see Percy being out of line one more time I won’t promise anything” you said before grabbing the smaller girls waist to pull her close to you until there wasn’t any space between you. She carefully laid her arms on top of your shoulders, one hand on your jaw carefully stroking it with her thumb while your hands gripped her waist. She closed the space between your lips. The kiss got deeper and deeper as she pushed herself closer to you while your hands gripped her waist tightly as if you were scared that she’d disappear again when you let go. “Don’t ever go radio silent on me again ok?” You whispered against her lips before kissing her again. “Never, now let’s go somewhere where we aren’t being watched” you let go of her waist as you pulled out one of your AirPods and gave it to her. “Let’s go then” you told her as you started walking.

Her arm constantly kept brushing yours causing you to feel how cold she was. So you pulled of your jacket and laid it on her shoulder before she suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled your arm around her shoulder. You chuckled before pulling her closer and making your way to your apartment.

When you arrived you quickly grabbed some sweatpants and hoodies for the both of you to change into before settling down on the couch to watch some Netflix. “You alright darling?” You asked as you noticed Jenna stare into the air, she suddenly started grinning. “I missed you calling me names like darling” she told you which caused you to smile. Cuddling close, you started the TV.

It wasn’t what you expected to happen tonight but it was still great, at least until now

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So this really sucks. I had a stressful couple of weeks but I at least wanted to post something :/

@oh-thats-cute @screechcat

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader

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danceswithsporks · 6 months

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Calm - Part 4

Part 2 of 6 in the Complete Series!

Wrecker x Seamstress!Reader

Parts 1 2 3

Authors notes: well this one took me a bit. There’s a lot of emotions and a lot that we’re tackling here so I hope all of you are ready and have your tissues on standby.

There’s a strong chance that part 5 will be out before the end of the month since it’s already 50% pre-written. So as long as nothing big happens, I should be good.

Summary: The mission that changes everything begins.

Calm, the tentative emotion coursing through your veins as you waited for your call to connect. He’d only been gone a day and yet you were so worried about him already. With a soft beep the call connected and you stared at the face of your lover, glad to see him ok. So many emotions coursed through your body as you tried to find the right words to say. Unable to think of the perfect joke or quip, you instead said the first thing that came to mind.

“Did the boys like the meal?” You smiled at the datapad in your hands as you lay across the empty feeling bed. Suddenly it seemed like it was far too big for just you, far too cold.

“They loved it, Sarad. Echo says it’s one of the best meals he’s had in a long time.” Wrecker watched as you smiled at him, though he could see it didn’t reach your eyes. “Did you sleep okay last night?”

“I…” the lie that you found yourself trying to speak stopped against your lips. You’d promised him that you’d be honest during all of this before he’d left the night before. “I didn’t…not really.” The worry on his face was so clear it was like he was there in front of you. “Chai came over after you’d left. She was…a wreck.” Her family had lost everything during the war. Seen firsthand the destruction the enemy could do and the lengths the clones would go through to protect civilians. After she’d told you her story, you knew that the clone that had saved her was dead. While others on Pabu tried to avoid galactic news and pretend that the last four years hadn’t happened, you’d paid attention.

Wrecked chewed his lip as he watched you adjust the pillow beneath your chest. It had been you who had fully convinced him to go find his brother. He’d been so worried about how you would handle him being gone and the growing fear you’d been trying to mask, that he’d given a single stipulation when it came to him leaving. That the two of you wouldn’t hide your fears and worries from one another during this. Hearing that you didn’t sleep and that Tech's girl was upset made him nearly tell Tech to turn them around. “Is she better? Will she be okay? Were you…a wreck?”

Your datapad was propped against a pillow before you sighed and rested your head on crossed arms. “She’ll be ok. She’s gonna stay with me for a bit. Be there for each other during this.” His question about you made you swallow. It was hard being honest with him through this. What if he abandoned the mission because he was worried about your feelings? What if he became so distracted with his worry about you that he got shot? Or worse? “Kriff” you raised your finger to your lip and pulled it away to see blood. You’d been so lost in your worry that you’d chewed your lip to the point it bled.

“Sarad.” Wrecker hummed as worry began to overflow in him. “Please, tell me the truth.”

“I…” Taking a deep breath you nodded slowly. “I wasn’t as bad as she was. Maybe because we know what we are to one another. But Chai and Tech just shared their first kiss. She’s worried that something will happen and she’ll never know what they were to each other. Wrecker, she really likes him.” Hopefully, his brothers weren’t too close to hear the conversation.

“Tech really likes her. All he’s talked about since we left has been that kiss and what it could mean. Echo tried to reassure him that it meant she liked him. But Tech's brain gets filled with too many thoughts and then he doesn’t think straight.” Maybe he should say something? Wrecker honestly wasn’t one to give advice when it came to relationships. The two of you had kinda just fallen into yours. A fall that had been amazing and probably the only kind of fall he’d ever like. “Should I say something to him?” Wrecker watched you shake your head as you rolled onto your back and looked up at the ceiling. His shirt draped across your body perfectly and he could make out the outline of your wonderful chest. What he wouldn’t give to be back with you and have his head resting on your breasts.

“Probably not, this is definitely something they need to figure out on their own.” You raised your hand above you and swirled it towards the ceiling. The fairy lights that hung above the bed glowed a soft orange as you pretended to catch them. “But Chai has mentioned that Tech can lose track of time easily. So maybe you could remind him to check in with her? A message here and a picture there? I’m sure it would make her feel better about all of this.”

Seeing you in that position reminded Wrecker of the night before. How the two of you had made love before laying almost naked with each other and staring up at the string of lights. That’s when you shared your worries and fears. How you both promised not to hide anything or sugarcoat things. “Is it making you feel better?”

You arched your back and looked at him with a real smile this time. “It is. I know it’s only been a day but I kinda already miss you a lot.”

Wrecker was enjoying the way you were looking at him right now. The way your body arched as you looked at him upside down reminded him of how you arched beneath him when you orgasm. “I’m realizing how much I’m missing ya as well.” His pants were suddenly becoming too tight. Feigning a cough, he adjusted the curtain on his bunk and made sure it was fully closed before adjusting his earpiece. As far as he knew, Omega and Hunter were already sleeping and Tech and Echo were in the cockpit far enough away from his bunk that they wouldn’t hear anything. “Not the only one either.” He whispered nice and deep for you as he tilted the datapad to show you the growing bulge in his pants. The sultry way you licked your lips at the sight made him groan quietly. Large fingers slipped into his pants and quickly unlatched them. The small removal of pressure already made him feel more comfortable.

Legs rubbed together as you took in the sight of the bulge in his pants. You were admittedly sore from the last two nights with him, his length and girth a new adjustment for your body. At one point, the night before, you could have sworn you’d seen your stomach bulge from his size. But that could have easily been a hallucination from the delicious way he’d made your head spin. Even with the soreness in your cunt, you felt the tingling and twisting desire to be pleasured by him begin to build. “Maybe I should help you both miss me a little less.” You angled your body so he could watch the way you dragged your hand down the front of your chest and towards the growing dampness between your legs. His shirt was hiked up to your hips and you easily slid your panties off before showing them to him to see. With a devilish smirk, you slowly dragged your teeth between your lips and watched him carefully. “Got yours?”

Kriff, you were so hot and naughty.” Wrecker moved his pillow to the side and dug into the upper corner of his mattress that was against the wall. After a moment he pulled out a small black fabric bag smaller than his hand and nodded. “Yes.” He slid one of his thick digits into the small opening of the bag and opened it just enough for him to inhale and hopefully not drift across the space between his bunk and Hunters. A deep breath was taken before his eyes rolled and he stifled a groan. The scent of your sex-stained panties hit him like a bantha. You’d purposely worn them for your session the night before and came in them so that your scent would cover them. It wasn’t the exact something special you’d wanted to give him, but it was pretty close enough. That intoxicating scent of you, your sweat, and your release on the fabric was driving him insane. After another moment of listening for the others, Wrecker pulled the top of his pants down just far enough to allow his cock to slip free. A groan left him at the sudden freedom making his hand fly to cover his mouth.

You giggled at him before shaking your head. “Gotta stay quiet, Strongman. Don’t want your brothers to get any ideas, do we?” Rolling back to your stomach, you sat up and swiftly removed his shirt, revealing your bare chest. His eyes practically widened at the sight and you giggled even more.

“” I’ll be q-quiet.” Was stuttered as he watched you remove the top. Kriff, this would be a hell of a lot harder than he expected. But he had this, didn’t he? How hard could it be to stay quiet while he had call sex with you? Wasn’t like he hadn’t masturbated in his bunk with the others nearby before. He could do this.

-*-

“Hey Wrecker, ya got a moment?” Hunter leaned against the door to the fresher, staring at his brother who was currently cleaning his blaster.

Wrecker froze with his hand on the barrel of his blaster, trying to hold his composure. “What’s up?” The barrel was placed down and Wrecker stood from his spot.

Hunter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing. “Glad you and ya girl are finding a way to make this bearable. But uh…maybe next time….”

“Kriff, you didn’t…” Wrecker noticed the way his brother adjusted against the wall and let out a low groan.

“Her scent woke me up. It’s uh…strong for her shirt.” Please tell him it was a shirt and not…

“It’s uh…not her shirt. We thought if we put ‘em in a bag that you wouldn’t be able to smell ‘em.” Now this was awkward. Wrecker honestly felt like he’d die.

Of course, it was that. Maker, forbid it be something normal like her shirt. “I didn’t smell…it. Until last night when you were talking to her. So…I guess the bag does work.” It’s just that when it opens he’s hit with a wall of her scent and release. “Just…maybe don’t do it too often.”

Wrecker felt like his face was on fire. His entire body felt like it was on fire with Echo, who’d overheard the conversation, spoke.

“Maybe use the ‘fresher next time while you're doing it.” He crossed his arms and leaned against his old bunk. When Wrecker gave him a shocked look, he elaborated. “You're not as quiet as ya think you are.”

“I believe that is the understatement of the century.” Tech walked through the three of them and made his way to where the rations were being kept. “Perhaps the two of you should wait until we return to continue with your recreational activities.”

Hunter raised his hands quickly to try and stop the incoming argument. “Now that’s going a little too far. For now, just try to keep it to a minimum and in the ‘fresher.”

“Why should we put up with his amorous activities when we are already in close quarters like this.” Tech's fingers tapped in annoyance on the packaging of his rations.

Wrecker rolled his eyes and sat back down. “Not my fault me and my girl aren’t moving at a snail's pace like you are. At least mine knows that I like her and care about her.”

A long groan left Hunter, things were definitely about to pop off. “Wrecker…”

Tech stiffened and adjusted his goggles at his brother's snark. “And what is that supposed to mean, Wrecker?”

“Means that my girl is waiting for me on Pabu knowing that I’m coming back to kiss her and take care of her while Chai is waiting around for ya to take the five seconds to realize she wants to be with ya.” Pulling the blaster barrel back into his hands, Wrecker began to clean it once more.

The ration fell from Tech's hand as his brother tried to tell him off. “I hardly believe you know what you are talking about. What happens between myself and Chai is solely…”

“But it’s not happening to just you two.” Wrecker placed the barrel back down and looked directly into Tech's eyes. “Ya girl is worrying my girl with her fears that somethin' is gonna happen out here and she’ll never know what ya were to her and what she was to you.”

“I…what?” Tech found himself at a loss for words. He hadn’t realized he’d left things so up in the air.

Echo cleared his throat to Hunter and motioned for them to leave. It seemed Wrecker and Tech had a conversation ahead of them. “Hunter, let’s see how Omegas doin' upfront.”

A long sigh left Wrecker before he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ya haven’t called her once since we left, have ya?”

Now that he was thinking about it, it had already been two days since they’d left. He’d been so engrossed in catching up with Echo and making a plan that he’d forgotten to message her. “Well…no.”

“Look, I promised my girl I’d leave this to you two. But I’m gonna tell ya one thing and one thing only. Call. Her.” Wrecker picked the barrel back up and began to run the cloth over it.

Of all the people he expected to receive advice from, it was not Wrecker. “What…do I say?”

“Stitches and I just talked bout her day. Her feelings with all of this. Start there.” It felt odd being the advice giver.

“Hmmm, her day?” Tech tapped his chin in thought for a moment before stepping towards the back of the ship. “Wrecker.” He looked back at his brother as the clone lowered the barrel once more and looked at him. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Tech.”

-*-

“Well, ya look in a brighter mood, Sarad. What’s going on?” Wrecker adjusted in the pilot seat of the Marauder. It was his turn to be on watch and currently, all he was watching was the stars go by.

“Hey, Strongman.” Your eyes shone brightly as you placed the blanket in your hands onto the bed and looked at your datapad. “Just finished up one of the guest rooms. Chaos gone to get us some lunch.”

Wrecker loved how happy you looked right now. A satisfied smile on your lips as you looked around the room. “Ya plannin' on company?”

“Well…I was actually hoping you and Omega would come to stay with me when you get back.” You chewed your lip and waited for his reaction. This would go either one of two ways and you hoped in your heart it would go the way you wanted it to.

“Are you sure ya want us there?” He wasn’t exactly one of the cleanest people to live with and Omega was still a kid.

Are you sure? “Oh Wrecker, of course, I’m sure.” You ran a hand through your hair and sighed softly. “Chai, Doll, and I talked about it earlier and we decided that if all six of you were coming back here then that ship would be far too small for all of you. So I thought that you and Omega could stay here and Tech and the others could stay at Dolls Inn. She has more than enough rooms and the fee would be waived.” A smile began to form on Wrecker's lips as you explained the plan. “Plus, Omega deserves her own space. She’s not a child anymore, she’s a growing teen. Do you think she’d be ok with this plan?”

Wrecker was impressed that you’d come up with all of this between the three of you. “ Something tells me she’ll love it. Ya sure Doll can swing four rooms for free?” Though it may be three or even two depending on the decisions that Cross and Echo would make.

“After everything you guys have done for our island? Of course. Plus, it may be three if Tech and Chai work out.” The mention of your friend reminded you of something. “Oh! He called her earlier! You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that, would you?” The clone rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and you couldn’t stifle the chuckle that left you. “I won’t ask what you said, but thank you for saying it. She seems…happier.”

A sigh of relief left the clone, glad you weren’t furious. “I was gonna say the same about you.”

You settled onto the bed in what would be Omega's room. “I feel better. Talking to you every day has helped a lot. Knowing you’re ok makes this easier. Plus with all my new projects going on, I barely have time to worry.”

Wrecker tapped at the monitor of the ship for a moment before looking back to the datapad. “What new projects?”

“I’m almost done with yours and the guy's clothes. Omegas I finished last night. So I decided to try and make Echo and Crosshair clothes based on the picture you showed me.” It wasn’t easy, but between the picture of them and Tech's measurements, you figured you had a general idea. “I’m sure Crosshair would like to have something new to wear when he gets back.” Hopefully, he’d come back with them. You knew how badly they wanted him to join them again.

A loving sigh left Wrecker as he listened to your new plans. “How’d I get so lucky?” You were great. You listened and thought of him and his brothers and sister so much. Going as far as to get rooms and clothes figured out for everyone.

You let out a happy giggle before falling back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. Maybe you should put some string lights in here as well? “Luck had nothing to do with it. You caught me when I fell. Like I know you’ll always do.”

“Yeah, Sarad.” If there was one thing he was good at, it was protecting and catching those he cared for. “I’ll always catch ya.” You and everyone else.

“Always”

-*-

“When have we ever followed orders?”

-*-

Wrecker watched Omega toss and turn on Tech's bunk as she tried to sleep. The mission had gone so wrong so quickly. How could he be gone? How could Tech, the smartest of them all be gone just like that? Red swollen eyes looked down at the owner's hands and followed the trails of dirt, blood, and oil across rough skin. He should have been faster, stronger, and less afraid of heights. Wrecker was the strongest in their group and yet he was too weak to save his brother. He hated himself, hated the weakness that had ruined everything. Blood seeped from his lip as he angrily chewed the delicate skin, he could care less about the pain or the metallic tang in his mouth.

Omega shifted in her sleep once more, a cry of distress leaving her lips as she clung to Tech's pillow for dear life, no doubt hoping that this was all just a bad dream and that she’d wake up to him hounding her about her schoolwork. But that wouldn’t be the case this time. Would it? Wrecker reached across the space between bunks and adjusted the blanket covering the child. A child that had seen far more death and destruction than she should have at this point.

“Wrecker?” Omega's brown eyes opened slightly and looked at the large clone. “What do we do now?”

He wasn’t sure what to tell her because he honestly didn’t know either. “Need to get patched up first and you someplace safe.” A sigh left the gentle giant as he leaned back against his bunk. “Then we try to find Cross another way.” Already Echo was in the cockpit trying to contact Rex and the others for assistance. Without the tracker, they’d have no way of finding the clone.

“Are we going to AZI?” The blonde sat up and pulled the blanket tighter around her. When Wrecker nodded she chewed her lip carefully. AZI was with Cid and Hunter had said they were cutting ties with the arms dealer. How much trouble would they be in when they went back? “What about Cid?”

Wrecker shook his head “Hunter said he’d handle it. Gotta trust him.” This wasn’t something the kid needed to worry about right now. “Get some sleep, Omega.”

“I’m too sad to sleep.” She moved out of the bunk and settled on the floor next to Wrecker, the blanket pulled over them both.

“How about I tell ya something to take ya mind off it for a bit?” His strong arm wrapped around the girl's shoulder and held her close. The least he could do now was keep Omega safe. Looking down at her, he forced a smile. “Stitches wants me and you to live with her. Got a room made up for ya and everything.”

“Really?” Omega's eyes lit up briefly at the idea of her own room. Sure she loved and appreciated the special space they’d set up for her. But being on Pabu and seeing the other kids' rooms had made her long for an actual room of her own. “She wants me to stay there too?”

“She’s already finished your clothes and has cleaned out a room for ya. Says ya can decorate it however ya want.” It was nice to see the smile on her little face, even if it was for a brief moment. “She’s got a place for everyone figured out. We’re all gonna stay together on Pabu.” No more separating, not after losing Tech.

“That’s sounds amazing.” A yawn left the girl as her eyes closed and she settled into the warmth and protection of her brother. They’d stay together, for Tech. No more being apart, they’d be a whole family again.

-*-

“What the hells happened?” Echo watched in utter horror as Hemlock left with their sister. The one person they were supposed to protect and they’d let her fall straight into the hands of the Empire.

“Cid.” Was all that Wrekcer could manage to say before punching the wall next to him. The building shook and a few bricks fell from their slots leaving a hole where his fist had been. Gone was his grief for losing Tech, in its place now was the almost murderous desire for revenge on the person they had once trusted as a friend.

“The slimy scaleback sold us out to the Empire. Gave them our location and kept us distracted while they arrived.” Hunter turned from where the shuttle had left with Omega. “Told Omega to make a run for the Marauder and get out of here with you.”

Echo followed quickly behind Hunter, the sound of Wreckers grumbling behind them letting him know that he was following as well. They wove their way through the alleys and back towards Cids. “But she didn’t listen did she?” When Hunter shook his head, Echo sighed. “We taught her not to leave anyone behind. We can’t blame her.”

The trio stepped into the bar and began to search for Cid. “Don’t blame her.” Hunter looked down at Tech's goggles still on the ground. Leaning down, he picked them up carefully and passed them to Echo. A scent began to drift towards his nose from the back of the bar. The door to Cid's office was slid open carefully and the clone let out an annoyed sigh. “Blame her.”

“Looks like we’re too late.” He stepped around the carnage of the overturned desk in the middle of the room and towards the slumped corpse of Cid. “Bet Hemlock had something to do with this. No loose ends.” His fingers slid across the blaster hole in the chest of the Trandoshan. “Still warm. Probably happened right after Hemlock took off.” He wished he could say it was a shame, but seeing as she’d betrayed them, he couldn't care less.

“Probably used this to make sure she didn’t get away.” Reaching into the satchel of credits that she’d been given, Hunter pulled out a tracking device and passed it to Wrecker.

This would be the point where Tech would say that greed had gotten the best of her and been her downfall and it seemed they all knew it as well. With a final glance, Weecker crushed the tracker and threw the pieces to the floor. “Come on. We need to make a plan.”

Hunter nodded and followed Echo and Wrecker out of the room, but not before grabbing the bundle of credits as well as the stash he knew she had hidden. “Now we’re even, Cid.” He’d make a call to the authorities after they left to retrieve the body.

“What’s that for?” Wrecker crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Hunter as the leader moved past him and into the main area of the bar.

“She still owed us our cut for the last few missions and hazard pay for the mine incident.” Hunter moved the credits to one container and held it up for them to see. “Now we have credits to use to get some help.” There was someone he had in mind if they weren’t able to find any volunteers.

“I may have some people in mind that should be willing to help us.” Echo leaned against the bar in thought.

Think they’ll help us?” Wrecker pushed some of the spilled mantel mix across the floor with his boot. Another reminder of his missing sister.

“ If it’s to find Omega? He’ll at least be up for it. The others might take some convincing.” Echo pushed off the bar and motioned for them to head to the Marauder.

With a final look at the bar, Wrecker shook his head and followed his brothers out. Just another casualty of this damn mission.

-*-

Your heel bounced against the cobblestone of your courtyard as you stared across the open waters of the sea around Pabu. It had been quiet for far too long. Why hadn’t he answered you in almost two weeks? You chewed your lip nervously as the sound of the hinge squeaking in your gate drew your attention. “Anything from Tech?” Turning, you looked at Chai who shook her head. “Same with Wrecker and Omega.” Something wasn’t sitting right in your stomach.

“Tech said that long rounds of radio silence were a normal thing for them.” Chai moved next to you and leaned against the wall as well. “Something feels off though, doesn’t it?” Her hand rested on the cool stone wall, facing up, waiting for yours.

“It does. I can’t make it go away either.” Your hand slid into hers and you held each other tightly.

Chai swallowed as a moon-yo skittered by in front of you both. “What are the chances everything is fine?”

You let a long solemn sigh leave your lips as you squeezed her hand. “Something tells me it’s slim.”

The two of you stood there staring out at the sea in silence for a few minutes, worry wracking both your brains. Something was wrong, there was no way around it. “I don’t know if I can handle losing Wrecker.” Left you before you could stop it. Your body froze as you tried to understand why you would say something so serious. The two of you had only been intimate a few times. Sure he’d been in your life for a good number of weeks now, and sure you found yourself thinking and worrying about him nonstop. But it wasn’t like you were in love with him, he was just a cute clone who made you giggle and feel wonderful. You stiffened as the realization hit you over the head like a heavy bolt of fabric. You did love him! Every part of your body loved him, even after only knowing him for four months at most. An incredulous laugh left you as you let go of Chai’s hand and stepped away from the wall.

Why were you laughing? “You’ve finally lost it, haven’t you?” Chai turned and watched as you stepped towards the chair you and Wrecker had been cuddling in weeks prior.

You shook your head while running a hand through your hair, the locks tangling around your fingers as you stared wide-eyed at the open sky. “I love him.”

-*-

“I still don’t understand how Senator Chuchi got this information.” Wrecker looked over the information sitting on his datapad. Somehow, Riyo Chuchi had gained details on Mount Tantiss, the location of Hemlock's secret base. It wasn’t as in-depth as they’d like it to be, but it gave them enough to start formulating plans.

Howzer settled next to Wrecker and looked over his datapad. “She’s got a lot of contacts in different areas of the empire. She’s been trying to find someone since the fall of the Jedi. One of her informants thought this could lead to him.”

Hunter turned from where he was standing behind Echo in the cockpit and looked at the once teal-clad clone. “Who she lookin for?”

“Her husband, Commander Fox.” Echo let the secret leave him casually as he checked their chain codes once more. If those weren’t just right, they’d be dead before they even got close to the planet.

“Woah, Fox is married to her?” Wrecker looked towards Echo in surprise. Seemed even straight-laced Fox had his secrets.

Howzer shook his head as Echo spilled the beans easily. Though, if anyone would keep the secret it would be the batch. If there was one thing he’d learned quickly, it was that these men were as pure as they came. “She said it happened about two standard weeks before the war ended. Hasn’t seen or heard from him since they stormed the Jedi temple.”

“Let’s hope we find him there or at least some kind of information on his whereabouts.” Hunter raised an eyebrow as Wrecker's datapad buzzed and the large clone visibly swallowed. Nearby, tucked under his pillow, Techs also sounded through the ship. “Can’t be a coincidence that both went off.”

Wrecker sighed softly as he looked at your message.

“Hey, I have something kinda important I wanted to tell you. Call me when you get the chance?… I hope everything’s ok, come home soon.”

His thick fingers hovered over the keyboard to respond, ready to let you know everything and apologize for not keeping his promise to keep you updated. With a shake of his head, he placed the datapad down and stepped away. He couldn’t talk to you, not yet.

Hunter watched as his brother walked away from the tablet without answering any of them. Come to think of it, he hadn’t heard Wrecker talk to you at all since the mission. “Don’t ya think you should let her know you’re ok?”

Wrecker stopped and looked back at their leader with dark solemn eyes. “Are we alright? Omega is gone, Tech is gone, and we still don’t have Crosshair. At what point has any of this been ok?” Closing the distance between him and Hunter, he stood toe to toe with him. “How do I tell her that her friends..” he gestured to the air around them “whatever they were, is dead? How do I tell her I failed to pull him up?” His voice cracked as he fought back the tears that he’d failed to shed so far.

So that’s what this was about. He was afraid to face her. Hunter sighed softly and pulled his taller brother into a tight embrace. “It’s ok, wrecker.” His hand rubbed the back of Wrecker slowly. “We’ll get Omega and Crosshair back safely.”

“We’ll honor Tech the way he should be honored.” Echo had placed the ship on autopilot and joined his struggling siblings. His hand was placed on Wrecker's shoulder where a comforting squeeze was placed. “This isn’t your fault, I shouldn’t have pulled you guys into this.”

“Crosshair is a member of the batch. We left him on Kamino, we should be the ones to bring him to Pabu.” Hunter continued to rub Wrecker's back as he tried to control his own emotions. “If anything, we should have left Omega with Stitches and Chai.”

“If I know anything about that child.” Howzer stood and walked over to the group. “It’s that she would have found a way to tag along. You’ve done well raising her so far. Heart of gold. Without her, Hera may not have survived.” Even if he was no longer on Ryloth and working with the girl's family, he still cared about the young Twi’lek. Hopefully, she was doing well.

“Howzers right, Omega found a way to save us back on Ord Mantell and without her, we wouldn’t have gotten that tracker on Hemlock's ship as easily either.” Echo pulled his hand back as Wrecker took a deep breath and pulled away from Hunter.

“Lot of good that did. Tracker fell off.” Wrecker wiped his face with his thick fingers. If he ever saw Saw again, he’d kill him.

“But ya got one on his ship when he took the kid.” Gregor stepped out of the refresher and wiped his wet hands on his pants. “So, ya got a girl?” He’d heard the important parts in the bathroom. Important being that Fox was married to a Senator, Wrecker had a girl, and apparently, so did Tech. Leaning against the door to the refresher, he crossed his arms and looked at the group. “She a cute little thing?”

Wrecker rolled his eyes before nodding. “More beautiful than I could ever describe.”

Now this was good. Gregor moved to one of the cots and relaxed with a large grin. “Tell us about this ‘beautiful beyond words’ girl of yours.”

Hunter had to admit, the shift in the mood was welcomed. A needed one. It was better for all of them to go into this mission not angry and seeking vengeance. But filled with hope of returning to those they cared for instead. “Come on, Echo. Wanna double-check those coordinates once more.”

Echo watched Wrecker smirk and pick up his datapad. “Yeah. Wanted to go over the plan with ya one more time as well.”

“Here, I got a holo.” Wrecker tapped around his datapad until he found the photo of you he’d taken before he left. His shirt on you. “She’s amazing.”

-*-

“Stitches?” Chai looked at you as the two of you lay in your bed. The string lights hanging above had been turned on and pulsed a slow and steady pattern of lights.

“Yes, Chai?” You tired your head and looked at her, wondering what was on her mind.

“When Wrecker gets back, do you think you’ll leave the planet with him?” The two of you had agreed to stop using ‘if’ and instead use ‘when’ when it came to the guys coming back. It was one of the only things that seemed to keep you both from worrying so much.

A long sigh left you before you looked back at the slow-blinking lights. “I’m not sure honestly. I want to see the worlds he tells me stories about. But…” You squeezed her hand nervously.

“You haven't left the planet since that day, huh?” She hadn’t known you when your parents were still alive. Just in the last year of school, her family arrived on the planet. It had been almost three or so years since then and she felt so close to you now.

You slowly shook your head while biting your lip. “I just…can’t.” How many times have you stepped on a starship ready for that to be the day you leave, just for your heart to start racing and your palms to get sweaty? “What happened just…what if it happens again?”

“You can’t let that fear run your life. Starships are so much safer now and if you were with Wrecker, I’m sure he’d keep anything from happening.” Chai stroked your hand reassuringly. “Have you told him what happened yet?”

“No, I haven’t been able to get the courage to say what happened. One day I’ll tell him.” You still had a hard time talking about what happened that day. But he deserved to know, especially since he’d mentioned taking you to Ord Mantell one day and showing you a snack that he and Omega loved.

“If you can get the courage to tell him what happened, then I can get the courage to tell Tech how I feel.” Chai watched one of the red lights blink a few moments before choking out a small sob.

You sighed softly and pulled her into a hug. “It’s ok. They’ll be okay. He’ll come back and you’ll tell him how you feel and then you two will get married and have the cutest babies.” A chuckle left her as she pulled back and wiped her face.

“You and Wrecker will have the cutest family ever. I bet he wants a lot too. He seems like the kind of guy who’d love a big family.” Chai giggled at the flush on your cheeks. “Have you two talked about it yet?”

“We just started being intimate, children didn’t seem like the next conversation topic.” You’d never put thought into how many kids you’d want one day. It just never seemed like a topic you needed to think about. “But he’s amazing with Omega. So I’m sure he’d be amazing with any children.”

Chai hummed in thought, she’d like two or three kids for sure. Hopefully, they’d look just like Tech, but with longer hair. “I wonder what they look like with long hair?”

You shrugged, not having to think so much about that. Wrecker had no hair so the thought wasn’t something that had crossed your mind. You liked that about him. Somehow his lack of hair added to his look. You took a moment to think about him with hair and found you didn’t care for the look. Now that you thought about it, was he naturally bald or did he shave it down? Maybe you should ask him when he got home. “Wonder if it’s curly or straight?”

“Hmmm, that’s a good question.” Chai tapped her chin in thought. “I wonder that too.”

-*-

Dirty, grungy, long straight hair stuck to the filthy face of its owner while tired and lifeless brown eyes stared at the dark ceiling of the cell the clone was currently in. Outside his cell, guards ran by screaming orders at one another while blaster fire sounded off. Once, Cody would have gotten up to see what was happening and try to plan his escape. But too many times had he gotten close to escaping, too many times had he watched a fellow clone run by just to be shot dead and dragged into the depths of the facility. After every one of these attempts, the outcome would be the same. They’d all be punished for their brother's failed attempt at freedom. It was that punishment that Cody was currently healing from just a few hours prior. His body felt like it was still tingling from the residual electrocutions they’d all been put through. Hemlock’s way of trying to break the spirit of all of them.

His cell door slid open with a long hiss and Cody didn’t bother to look at it. Not caring to see the guards who were coming to wheel him back to the testing rooms once more. Maybe this would be the time they’d finally let him die, instead of bringing him back to life. Cody slowly turned his head towards the door though when he heard continued blaster fire and yelling. A red alert siren sounded over the intercoms. Something was off, this was different than any other time.

“Ome-“ Echo’s words died in his throat as he ran into the cell and noticed the dirty clone on the stone bed. “You, can you walk? It’s time to get out of here.”

“E-Echo?” Cody couldn’t believe he was looking at the once 501st trooper. “W-what’s happening?”

Brown eyes squinted at the battered and weak cline before him. This clone knew him somehow. “We’re freeing all of you.” He moved across the room and to the side of the man before him. Brushing his dirty hair away from his face, Echo finally realized who this was. “Cody!” He quickly helped the clone commander sit up. “How did you even get here?”

“Rampart.” Cody coughed loudly before hissing as pain shot through his body. Injuries sustained during a past punishment a week prior were flaring.

“Is dead. The Empire turned on him and disposed of him once it was revealed that he was behind the bombing of Kamino.” Echo pulled out his com quickly. “I’m heading to the Marauder with an important survivor. I found him halfway through level gamma. Send someone down to search for her starting at cell 73089.”

“Her? Who are you searching for?” Another groan left him as Echo moved to stand with him.

Echo took a moment to adjust his grip on Cody before moving towards the door. “Looking for a little blonde girl. A fellow clone, her name…”

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“Omega!” Wrecker beat the door to her cell frantically, waiting for hers to slide open next in line. At the main panel, Howzer was quickly working through the different levels of encryptions on the cell.

“Wrecker!!” Omega's eyes lit up as she sprinted across her cell to the bar-lined door. Little hands reached through the gap and grasped Wreckers tightly. “H-how did you find me?” Tears raced down her face as she realized she was being saved.

Wrecker pulled his comm out of his pocket and activated it quickly. “Howzer! Cell 11160 on level Alpha!” A static-filled ‘on it’ came from the device before it was returned to his pocket. “Got a tracker on Hemlock ship when he left Ord Mantell. Sorry, we took so long to get here. We had to…”

“Get intel, right.” She pulled her hands back as a buzz and a hiss filled the room. Suddenly the door slid open and she was in her brother's tight arms. “I almost gave up hope that you were coming!” Her face buried into his chest plate as sobs left her small body.

“We’ll always find a way to bring ya home.” Wrecker lifted Omega and cradled her close. “Have they hurt you?” Where the hells was Hemlock?

Omega shook her head quickly against the dirty plastoid of Wrecker's armor. “Not really. They just took a lot of blood from me.” Her head jerked up quickly and looked around. “Have you found Crosshair? I haven’t seen him in a few days!” Last she’d seen, Emory had taken him to a private testing room. She didn’t know what exactly had happened there, but the screams had filled her imagination with enough of an idea.

“Hunters looking for him. Echo and Gregor are helping to evacuate whoever they can and Howzer is in the control room overseeing everything.” The gentle giant looked around before heading back down the hall. “ Gonna get ya to the ship before I go help him.”

“No! Please don’t leave me!” Omega gripped Wrecker's wrist tightly, terrified to be left alone now that she had her brother back. “Please.”

How could he say no to her? “Alright, we can help coordinate from there.” Wrecker kept her tight to his chest as he moved through the facility, ignoring the guards who yelled and shouted at him to stop. “Keep ya eyes shut and your ears covered.” There was so much carnage littering the halls, the last thing she needed to see was the bloodied corpses of guards and clones.

Omega nodded and did what she was told. Still, the blaring red alert siren worked its way through her hands and into her ears while the acrid smell of blaster fire and blood seeped into her nose. “W-wrecker?” His arms tightened around her to reassure her that he was still carrying her.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but the familiar scent of the Marauder replaced the scent of blood and blasters. A shake of her shoulder let her know that it was safe to open her eyes and pull her hands away from her ears. “AZI?” The familiar droid hovered in front of her, worrying over her current state. How she looked was unknown to her, the last time she’d seen her face was over a week ago. All she knew was that she felt filthy.

“Omega, you are alive.” The droid scanned her while circling her. Around them, injured clones settled against bunks or the wall or Gonky. Trying to find whatever support they could get.

“How’s she look?” Wrecker hovered around her protectively, making sure that he was always in her line of sight.

AZI went silent for a moment as he looked through the result of his scan. “Her iron and potassium levels are low. But she is unharmed physically.”

A sigh of relief left Wrecker. She wasn’t physically harmed. “Thank the Maker.” He pulled her close to him once more before feeling the ship shake angrily. “What the hells?”

Rushing off the ship, the two stood and watched in shock as a fiery ball of metal burned against the side of the mountain. Out of the corner of his eye, something caught the light for a brief moment and a familiar feeling rushed through Wrecker. “Crosshair.”

-*-

“Hunter!” Omega jumped from the pilot seat and quickly found the warm fatherly embrace of the clone. The tightness of his arms around her made her feel even safer and calmer than she was already feeling. Behind him, Echo, Howzer, Gregor and finally Crosshair stepped onto the ship. Sobs tore through the child’s throat as she took in everyone who had come to help, as well as the safety of her brother.

Hunter held and rocked Omega carefully as gentle shushes left his lips. “It’s ok, Omega. We got ya.”

Echo let out a long breath as he took in that everyone was finally safe and heading home. “We should get out of here before reinforcements arrive.” His hand ran across Omega's hair and he affectionately placed a kiss against the top of her head, not caring about how dirty she was. “Glad to have you back.” Was whispered before he took the pilot seat and motioned for everyone to settle. He’d catch up with her later. For now, he needed to get his family to safety.

“Gregor” Wrecker motioned for the arc trooper to follow him towards the back of the ship. He nodded to Crosshair who was currently being inspected by AZI.

“What’s going on?” Gregor asked once they were relatively alone. The clones nearby were currently asleep, the excitement of the day being too much for their tired bodies.

Wrecked looked down the shop towards Omega and Crosshair who were both curled against one another with a protective Hunter looking over them. “What was that explosion? Did Crosshair have something to do with that?”

Gregor nodded while crossing his arms. “That explosion was Hemlock's ship. The sniper took it down with one shot. Even with a broken arm and a blown eardrum.” It was scary and impressive honestly. Gregor had to admit that he was glad that Cross was currently on their side, though how long that would last was unknown to him and the others.

“Cross always said that he could shoot down something with one hand tied behind his back. Guess he was right.” Wrecker chewed his lip for a moment. “What do you think? Think he’s safe to bring back to the base? Or Pabu?”

“Hmm, that’s a good question honestly.” Gregor slicked his hair back as he tried to think about the brief interaction with Crosshair that he’d had earlier. “You said that he sent the warning about them looking for Omega?” A nod was sent to him from the large clone. “I think it’s a good bet that the effect of the chips is wearing off and he’s realizing what the Empire truly is. It’s ultimately up to Rex to make the final decisions though.”

Wrecker took what was said and mulled it over for a while. Until he had a chance to privately talk to Cross, it would be hard to decide on what the next step should be.“Where are we meeting Rex?”

“An outer rim planet that’s been deserted. Mined to shit by the Empire and the Separatists before them. Rex will make assessments there and then we’ll figure out what the next steps will be for these men and the ones sent out in the other ships. All in all, about seventy men were saved today.”

“Hopefully this all works out.” Wrecker looked over to where his name was called by Hunter and nodded to Gregor. “Hey, one more thing.”

“What’s that?” Gregor watched Wrecker mull his thoughts for a moment before speaking.

“What happened to Nala Se? Omega was asking about her earlier.” The way the clone's face dropped let Wrecker know everything he needed. “I’ll break it to her later.” He looked back at the slowly falling asleep child who was safely nestled in Hunter's lap. “Let her relax for now. She deserves it. We all do.”

Gregor nodded. “Maybe now’s a good time to call that girl of yours.”

“Maybe.”

-*-

“Pfft” You dropped the dress you were hemming in your lap and stared up at the sky. This was the third time you’d hemmed this dress, the material just not wanting to work with you. Though, you were also distracted and half-heartedly paying attention. You still hadn’t heard from Wrecker or the others. The worry was beginning to take its toll on you. “Wrecker.” You spoke to the sky, hoping that wherever he was he’d be able to hear you. “Please hurry and come home.”

His shirt had now lost his scent and you found yourself beginning to forget how it felt to have his arms around you. The way his lips felt against yours and how those big thick hands of yours cradled you like you were the most delicate thing on the planet. You missed everything about him and so much more. The long radio silence of nearly a month was taking its toll on your sleep and eating habits. No matter how many times you and Chai tried to reassure each other that the boys were safe, it just couldn’t push the worry away.

*ping ping ping*

You nearly dove out of your chair for your datapad. The familiar message tune raising your hopes that it was him. The dress, needle, and thread flew from your lap and across the ground with you bobbing it all zero thought as you stared at his name on the screen. It was him! It was a message from him. Finally! After such a long silence, he was finally contacting you. Your fingers shook as you tapped to open the message.

“We’re on our way to Pabu. Meet me by the tree.”

Well, it wasn’t exactly the message you’d been hoping for. No heartfelt apology or declaration of victory. Not even a hint of his silliness. Just straight forward and almost cold feeling. A lump formed in your throat as you stood to head up towards the top of the mountain, ready to wait all week if you had to. Your foot kicked the fallen dress and you sighed. Right, you needed to clean this up first and finish what you were doing. Plus you needed a shower and maybe something cuter to wear.

——-

By the time you’d finished your list of work, the sun had begun its descent in the sky. It had taken longer than you’d expected to finish hemming the dress and clean it before packaging it up for the next day. After that, you’d spent a solid hour digging through your clothes to find something cute to wear. Then your shower had taken twice as long to heat up, your hair didn’t want to work with you and you’d spilled your favorite perfume all over the counter. Honestly, so much was going wrong that you were half tempted to take it as an omen of things to come.

But Chai had spent the last two weeks hounding you about thinking positive, if you stopped listening to her now and something bad happened you’d almost think it was your fault. Stepping out of your shop, you were surprised to see said girl running up the path with an almost crazed look on her face. What did that mean? Your eyes followed the path to the top and took in the bright glowing lights of a starship and the swirling dust that always got kicked up after one landed.

“Wrecker.”

You struggled to slide your heels on while leaning against the gate. You didn’t look exactly how you wanted, but it was close. Phee ran behind Chai at half her speed, but when you smiled at her, she frowned. Why did that make you so nervous? “Phee?” You hollered after the woman.

She stopped and looked back at you before taking a breath. “Come. You should be there too.” Why did such a simple sentence that should fill you with glee, make you almost want to stay home? Why was the air so thick right now? Phee continued up the path and you followed behind at a slower pace. The nerves of what you’d find at the top slowing down each of your steps. That lump was back in your throat and no matter how hard you tried to swallow it, it wouldn’t go away.

As you neared the crest of the hill a pained scream shook the air around you.

And everything crumbled.

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🐉 part 7

This is taking longer that I thought it would but I was just busy with work and chatting with AI characters of my favourite characters

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part8

On the ship back to the Fire Nation you watched as Haku flew over the glitter water, his reflection on the water was as clear as a mirror image. “Y/N?” Ursa voice came from behind you,”Hello Ursa” you bowed your head, “We didn’t talk much since I got my memories back . You and Zuko are to be married" she began making you nod,"Yes, it wasn't of out choosing but we did find happiness and love rather soon within each other" Ursa smiled and laughed softly," That's good, I would have hated to have my son stuck on in marriage like my first but you seem to be a perfect match for him" you smiled at her,"Thank you it means a lot hearing that from you" you felt the boat dip a bit making you turn around seeing Haku putting his weighed slightly on the ship,"A dragon how beautiful, I told Zuko many stories of them when he was little","Zuko told me about when we first met" you said rubbing Haku's nose," I can't believe that our nation nearly eliminated all of them" she said sadly," I know, luckily Dragonstone is home for the remaining dragons and their eggs, but unfortunately not many hatches. It's not the Fire Nation fault entirely since the destruction of Valeryria dragon's has been close to exaction" you said sadly as Haku took off again. Ursa frowned and nodded, "How's Kiyi doing?" you changed the topic, Ursa was about to answer when was cut off by laughter, Kiyi was riding a flying- dolphin fish with Aang was sitting behind her holding her securely,"KIYI!" Ursa shouted gaining Aang's attention,"Come back here it's dangerous" she continued,"No need to be worried Ursa, Appa is gentle and she's with Aang" you tried to comfort hurt but Ursa still looked worried. Aang quickly brought Kiyi back to the boat with an apologetic look,"Kiyi, I was so scared and worried" she said hugging her close but Kiyi just began to screech,"Get off, your hands a cold. Y/N save me" she said reaching out for you with pleading eyes, you didn't know what to do seeing the young girl try to claw her way out of her mother's grip. Ursa noticed and let go of Kiyi who quickly ran to you, hugging your legs. You looked down at the girl and back at Ursa."Come on Kiyi, let's play inside" you said making her eyes light up.

You passed Zuko on your way, he was watching the exchange, he walked over to his mother and placed his hands on her shoulders,"Give her time, she will come around, she needs to get used to your new-old face" he said softly, Ursa laughed softly before sighing and gently squeezing her son's hand, "I know, it just hurts seeing her react like that".

You were changing into your nightgown when Zuko knocked on the door before walking in,"How's Kiyi?" you asked,"Grand, she was put to bed. She still won't let Mom touch her. I feel it's like my fault, if I hadn't come everything would still have been okay with them" Zuko said sitting down on the bed,"Zuko don't say that, Ursa made the decision, if she truly didn't want it she wouldn't have. Kiyi will come around" you said sitting down beside him putting one hand on his shoulder while the other touched his hand, Zuko looked down at your hand over his with a smile, he gently took your hand and lifted it to his lips,"Once we are back on land we continue our wedding planning" he said with a smile," Can't wait" you said,"Can I stay here tonight?" he said with a slight blush,"Of course, you let me sleep in your bed since my mother death, I owe you something even if it's only a night in my bed" he smiled and rubbed your thigh,"We soon be sharing a bed permanently anyway, so the more practice the better" he said again with a soft blush on his face.

A knock on the door made the two of you look away from each other,"Fire Lord Zuko, the Avatar, Lady Katara and Sir Sokka a preparing for there departure" a guard said making the two of you jump up.

"Do you have to leave already?" you asked Katara nodded,"We think it's for the best, as you need to bond as a family and we be only on the way, Sokka and I are missing our family as well" she reasoned, you nodded understandingly and hugged Katara,"Have a safe trip" you said letting go of her before hugging Sokka," Thank you for everything I can never repay you for the help you have given me throughout the last couple of days" Zuko said while hugging Aang,"That's what friends are for buddy, we are here to help with anything. Truly just send us a messenger Hawks and we be there as quick a possible"Aang said patting Zuko's shoulder.

The two of you watched as the trio flew off on Appa,"Go back inside, you must be freezing in the gown" Zuko said nodding towards you slightly shivering because of the cold air,"Don't be out so long" you said, you gave a quick glance to Haku who was slipping on the deck of the ship, his body tightly wrapped around him just like a snake would as there wasn't enough space for him to sleep like normally does,"I hope we arrive soon, Haku isn't comfortable with these surroundings" you said before walking back inside. Zuko looked at the dragon in thought, an idea was brought to his mind that he will be talking to his council about. Zuko was about head back in when he saw his mother staring into the distance.

Zuko came back to your room looking slightly unnerved,"Zuko is everything okay?" you asked sitting up from the bed,"I got this message from the Kyoshi Warriors" he said handing you the scroll,"An attack?' you said, Zuko nodded,"My Father's supporters seem to want to get rid of me no matter the cost" he sighed, you rubbed his back,"No need to worry Zuko, you have dragon's now nothing will can come can stop you know"," I don't want to rule in fear like my father did, scaring these people with dragon's will just make me turn into him" you sighed and pulled your hand away and laid back onto the pillow," I appreciate the idea though" Zuko said rubbing your thigh over the blanket. "So what is your idea?" you asked," There is secret route which goes to the palace my father used during the solar eclipse, a decoy will be using that one after having a public appearance, so the rebels know that I am back, while we be just using the route through the forest. Haku needs to fly higher than usual but take the same route as we do. It seems that the rebels still have no clue about him which is good"," Okay if you think that's a good plan, let's do it" you smiled,"I write the letter, I be right back".

The next day, the plan was set into motion, much to everyone surprise Iroh volunteered to be Zuko's decoy,"Do not worry Zuko, I practised my angsty hand waving" he said making everyone beside Zuko bit back a laugh,"Come on let's go" Suki said, you nodded and patted Haku's nose,"ao ready ñuha dōna valītsos? (you ready my sweet boy?)" you then climbed onto his back," Can I join you?" Kiyi asked trying to reach for Haku's rains," Sorry Kiyi but it is saver for you to be with the others" she pouted,"Another time I promise" you said making her smile, "Be careful"Zuko said, "You too. Sōvegon(fly)".

You watched everything from up in the sky, everything seemed to go fine when suddenly a flare signal shot up close to you, spooking Haku,"gīda, Haku, gīda (calm, Haku, calm). Ivestragī's ūndegon skoros's happening, sōvegon mirrī lower (Let's see what's happening, fly a bit lower)" you said tugging at the rains making him fly a bit lower, just as you broke to small clouds you could see that the carriage holding Zuko and his family were surrounded. "Should I intervene?" you asked your self bitting your lips, the Kyoshi warriors and Zuko are capable to look out and protect themselves and the carriage," Fuck it,mīsagon (defend)" you said flying Haku straight to fight.

Zuko was fighting to protect the carriage as the best he can but he and Kyoshi Warrior's were slowly becoming overwhelmed when he suddenly a roar/growl erupted from the sky, everyone stopped Zuko knew what it so did Suki but the others seemed to tense and looked around for the source of the sound when the white beast erupted from the sky landing on the fallen down trees roaring loudly at the attackers, the attackers seemed to be to shock to me move when suddenly the leader of the group shook his head," What are you waiting for keep the attack up" he spat making the other move again even though hesitantly "dracarys" you shouted,"Y/N NO!" Zuko yelled shortly after but it didn't stop the burst of Fire from escaping of Haku's mouth, the attacker's clothes began burning, panic screams erupted as they try to stop the fire from spreading,"Zuko get your family out of here" you said to Zuko was conflicted on what was happening in front of him.

After the rebels either surrendered or fled the scene you stepped of Haku,"Y/N, you were so cool" Kiyi said running towards you,"Really? You think so?" Kiyi nodded with a big smile,"And so where you Zuko" she said as Zuko approached the two of you,"I'm so glad nothing happened to you" he said rubbing her head gently before turning to you,"We need to talk once we are back in the palace" he said.

Zuko and you thanked Suki and her fellow Kyoshi Warriors for their continued support."Come on I want to see the palace" Kiyi said running past you towards her new home."Wow, it's so big. Come Daddy let's go exploring" she said once she entered,"Kiyi don't want you to rest first?" he asked his daughter but she shook her head,"No, why should I. Zuzu saved his like I knew he would, he's the FireLord after all and Y/N has Haku, so no-one can ever hurt us. So come on" she running off into the Palace. You looked at Zuko who seemed shocked,"Zuzu? Where did she pick up that?","I'm not sure"Ursa said,"Well it sounds a lot nicer coming from her than Azula" Zuko admitted.

After a while Zuko brought you into the Throne Room to talk about the incident earlier," I told you not to intervene" he said gently,"I just wanted to help. I did" you reasoned,"By setting them on Fire" you shrugged,"You attacked them with your Firebending, what is the difference?","I did it for defence not to hurt" he said simply,"I understand you don't want to be like your father. But you can't rule by just being kind, you need to have a backbone, if the New Ozai Society isn't willing to bow before you, break them. It's the only way. You need to be a dragon, not a sheep if the time comes" You then turned on your heel and left him alone in the throne room.

The next you all where having breakfast when a guard walked in and whispered something in Zuko's ear which made him get up,"I need to handle something, it be quick, continue to enjoy the breakfast" he said before walking out the room, You watched him leave the room, a weird feeling started to bubble within inside of you.

A couple of hours later your suspicion was comfier when Zuko and Mai came together to tell you about her little brother's kidnapping," Dark Spirits?","Yes they are called Kemurikage, dark spirits who haunt the mountains outside my home village. I recognised them from the stories of my childhood" Mai explained making you nod," I have sent a messenger bird to Aang as if we are dealing with dark spirits only the Avatar will be able to handle it".

Aang arrived within hours and Zuko filled him in with as much detail as possible. Aang listened carefully to what was said to him, he was about to ask something when a man busted through the doors, it was Mai's father. You watched the scene from afar not wanting to intervene as it wasn't your place to do so. While you were watching the scene unfold feeling of panic overcame you, your throat started to tighten, you touched your throat and coughed making Mai's new boyfriend look at you,"Is everything alright?" he asked making the argument happening coming to a stop," Y/N what's going on" Zuko asked walking over to you wrapping his arms around you," I need to go to Haku, something's wrong" you said.

You walked out of Zuko's arms towards where you hid Haku, the smell of burning wood hit your nose making you walk faster. Once you arrived at the secret spot you gasped, it was burned and Haku was gone. You looked around and saw a Kyoshi Warrior passed out on the ground, you rushed to her and saw that she was still breathing, but she was burned and had cuts all over her face." What's going on?" Zuko asked but his eye widened when he saw the scene in front of him,"He's gone, they took my dragon" you said looking at Zuko, anger and sadness filling you up.

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REVENGE

Notes: This is NOT part one of chapter seven. As a reminder, we've switched to weekly teasers for each chapter.

If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading chapter one.

This #Batwoman AU is based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. Ryan Wilder had just about everything taken from her when we met her, and she was doing her best to get it back. In this version of the story, that means taking some people down along the way. And, she's definitely no hero.

Hopefully you're recovered from chapter 6, and ready for our season finale. I'll try to hold you over with out of sequence and context teasers while I wrap this up. See you next Friday for teaser 2 for chapter 7.

CHAPTER SEVEN SNEAK PEEK

TUESDAY, JULY 10TH, 8:00 PM, THE HOLD UP

Ryan made it through her second day back to work after the holiday that became a regressive spiral into feelings she thought she’d buried, after Angelique put a Crow in a coma, after Luke was attacked by another Crow and hospitalized, and of course after Sophie found out who she was and Ryan crushed her when she admitted she never intended to tell her the truth. In reality, going to work was probably Ryan’s best option, because being left to her own devices at a time like this could result in literal bombs being placed and set everywhere her enemies frequented. But that kind of quick ending wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as ensuring the plan she’d spent years devising came to fruition, nor would it be fitting enough justice for them. They didn’t deserve quick endings. They needed to experience complete loss and total destruction. They needed to see her thriving in spite of everything they took from her. The only way that would happen was if she got her house in order.

Fortunately, Sophie did still help, as she'd promised, and at least a couple of Ryan’s obstacles were now less threatening. She hadn’t spoken to Angelique in almost two days, and figured she too was barely keeping it together, wondering when the next Crow would jump out and try to take her down. So, Ryan goes to The Hold Up to give Angelique the news that Sophie had shared with her earlier that morning. She can’t deny that knowing with confidence Sophie won’t be there, because she’s currently on her shift with Luke, has influenced her timing.

She walks up to the bar and a very worried Jordan greets her.

Jordan: “Hey, Robyn…how are you holding up?”

Ryan: “I’ve definitely been a lot better than this, but I’ve also been worse. So…”

Jordan: “I hear that. Well, have you eaten anything?”

Ryan: “A little…earlier…haven’t been super hungry.”

Jordan: “Not surprising, considering. Why don’t I at least put some of your favorite fries in front of you, and we can see what happens?”

Ryan: “Look at you, taking care of me…”

Jordan: “I might be concerned about Luke, but you were there…I can’t even imagine what that was like. And, I’m going to guess you’re not leaning on my sister right now… So, yeah, anything I can do.”

Ryan: “That obvious, huh?”

Jordan: “Oh yeah…but I’m not worried about you two.”

Jordan winks at Ryan, and she smiles back gingerly, appreciating the hope.

Ryan: “Are you here alone?”

Jordan: “My mom’s in the kitchen, even though she should probably be heading home soon. But, it’s our TikTok queen’s night off, and with Soph so occupied right now…I mean, it’s hella dead in here, anyway. So it's not like she’s working hard.”

Ryan: “Wait, who’s your TikTok queen?”

Jordan: “Oh, you didn’t see…?”

Ryan: “I’m not really on socials like that…”

Jordan grabs her phone, taps it a few times, and then slides it over.

Jordan: “I’m going to go put your order in. Enjoy the show!”

As Jordan walks away, Ryan watches Angelique and another woman feed each other shots, what looks like for the third time based on the empty glasses nearby them. Then she tongues the girl down. As she pulls away, she snatches a panda hat off of her lipstick lover's head, placing it atop her own, and dances away to loud hip-hop music playing throughout the bar. The clip, taken on a customer's phone, has over fifty thousand likes, which is a lot for Gotham. The Hold Up is tagged as the location.

Ryan puts the phone down on the bar, completely furious. What about that was laying low or sticking to her routine?

Ryan: “Hey, Jordan! Can I get those fries to go? Think I’m just going to head to bed early.”

Ryan's night is actually about to get a lot longer.

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To be continued…

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Shifiting Perspectives

5 times Hawkins witnesses Steve be a giant mom to a gaggle of kids, who should be so much further down on the social ladder from King Steve. (Takes place between season 2 & 3).

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Steve has become a mom. He knows that he has become a mom, even if he doesn’t want to admit it to himself. However, there are moments where he can’t deny he would look at home between the PTA mom’s he sees in the grocery store.

Still, to most of Hawkins, he is still King Steve. A giant douche, who plays with girls’ hearts and throws loud parties, despite the fact he hasn’t been that guy in a long time.

However, the more he goes out, helping the kids, the more Hawkins sees this other side of Steve, the mom side.

Betty has been neighbors with the Harringtons for nearly twenty years now. She remembers when Steve, their little boy, was crawling around the lawn, just learning to walk, she saw him fall of his bike and watched as the cars in the driveway become less and less common as noise complaints grew.

She knows that Steve is a sweet boy, well, used to be. He used to come over for cookies and tea, but that stopped when he got to high school.

The point is, Betty has been aware of the coming and goings in the Harrington house for longer than she cares to think about. And she noticed when something changed. The parties lessen, calm returns in the neighborhood.

Most of the neighbors are glad for the respite of noise, agreeing that Steve is finally growing up into a man. Though there are rumors that he knocked up a girl and she’s hiding in the house. Or that he has finally been kicked out by his parents for all the bad behavior.

Betty doesn’t believe any of it. Steve’s car still parks there for most of the nights and he still greets her softly when he comes across her outside. Steve is a good kid at heart and he has seen his sweetheart with another boy in town. She reasons it’s just heartbreak. It’ll blow over.

So, she isn’t surprised when she hears noise on the Harrington driveway. Betty will claim that she isn’t a gossip, but she is curious, so she gets up, tea cup in hand and looks out of the window that’s still open to let in the evening breeze.

“What did I tell you little shitheads?” Steve’s voice rings clearly and the noise stops. Betty clutches her pearls at the language, before she realizes what she’s looking at.

Steve is standing in front of a gaggle of children, who can’t be older than thirteen, fourteen maybe, his hands are on his hips and he glares them all down. Once it’s clear he has their attention, he starts talking again, waving a finger in a scolding manner.

“You can play your little nerdy game at my house, I don’t care, but you will behave outside,” he tells them. “People are trying to sleep here. Inside you can make noise, but try to take others in account.”

The kids mutter something and Betty is surprised at the responsible tone in Steve’s voice. Maybe the kid truly has grown.

“Am I clear?” Steve repeats, edge in his voice. Immediately all the kids nod and Steve’s posture relaxes as he smiles. “Good. Now get to the door and I’ll order pizza.”

Again the kids make noise as they cheer, but it’s a lot quieter as they hurry to the door. Betty watches them go inside, wondering what she just witnessed. She will bring a strange story to the next tea party, that’s for sure. Steve Harrington, babysitting, what a shock.

Kenneth works in the grocery store. Well, not THE grocery store, Hawkins is too small for a proper grocery store, but he works in one of the bigger mom-n-pop shops and most people come through the doors for their necessities.

One of those people is Steve Harrington. Kenneth is used to dealing with him. He’s been trying to buy booze since he was fifteen and has had a rivalry with Kenneth from that age as well when the man refused to buy his fake ID.

Though, he hasn’t seen Harrington in a while. His lackeys came in a few times, but there was no Harrington waiting outside by their car. And Kenneth is kind of hoping Harrington is done with trying to piss off his parents.

It seems not, however.

Because Harrington comes in with a group of boys and a girl with red hair, who can’t be older than fourteen. Jesus, instead of growing up, he’s corrupting the middle schoolers. Fucking hell.

Kenneth gears himself up to fight Harrington again. He can sometimes look the other way as the boy tries to drink himself in the ground (the kid’s almost eighteen now), but this is way too far for Kenneth’s liking.

So, he is very surprised when they get to the counter and there is no alcohol in sight, just a bunch of snacks.

He is ever more surprised when Harrington picks up a bag of M&Ms and demands: “Alright, who put this here? I told you, before we went in that you all get to pick one snack. And this one suddenly appears.”

None of the kids he has with them fess up, all suddenly way more interested in looking anywhere but Harrington.

When it becomes clear none of the kids are going to speak, Kenneth watches in fascination as Harrington puts his other hand on his hip. He looks a bit like the mothers that come through the store, scolding their kids.

“I see no one has an explanation, so who volunteers to put this back on the shelve?” he asks. Still nothing. “Whoever does gets to ride shotgun,” he incentives.

The girl snatches the bag immediately as the boys all protest. However, she doesn’t move to put it back on the shelve. Harrington raises a brow at her. “So?” he prompts.

She stares back defiantly and says: “I put it in the cart. And I’m not putting it back on the shelve.”

“And do tell why not.”

“I grabbed it for El,” the girl says. “She never got to pick a snack, so I asked her and she mentioned that she liked M&Ms.” Then she raises a brow back that screams ‘your move now,’ the other kids quickly joining in and giving puppy eyes.

All the boys and Kenneth are watching the stare down, like it’s a duel. Then Harrington’s shoulders sag and he gives in: “Okay, fine. We can get the M&Ms, but if you all get sick on sugar you’re cleaning up if you throw up.”

With Harrington giving in the kids cheer and he turns to Kenneth and sighs: “This is everything, I think.”

A boy with a bowl cut, who Kenneth faintly remembers from the papers pipes up: “I forgot the orange juice, but it’s okay not to get it.”

Harrington looks down, his face softening as he gives the boy a gentle push. “No, it’s fine. Go, run and get some.”

The boy smiles and races off, Harrington smiles apologetically at Kenneth and says: “I’m sorry about that. Movie night. It gets kind of hectic.”

“It’s okay,” Kenneth manages to say, because this is honestly one of the strangest situations he has ever been in. Harrington is becoming responsible. People trust Harrington to watch over their kids. Perhaps there is still hope for the world.

King Steve. Jenny hates him. She hates him so incredibly much.

She is a bit of a nerd and in high school that means you’re relentlessly bullied for it. And while King Steve didn’t join in, he used to always be there, just watching and that felt worse somehow, like she wasn’t worth the effort to bully.

Now he doesn’t even show up for the bullying. Jenny heard things about King Steve falling from his throne with the arrival of Billy Hargrove, who is terrible, but she thinks they’ll sooner work together. Both knuckleheads, popular, jock assholes.

So, you can imagine the shock that goes through her system when she finds him in the nerdiest section of the craft store.

A part of her screams that King Steve finally deemed her worthy of bullying and is waiting for her in the aisle of the craft store. But she quickly disregards that thought as it is both ridiculous and unlikely, since he’s there with a nerdy looking kid.

For a second she thinks he’s bullying the kid, whom she recognizes as Dustin Henderson, one of the middle schoolers that she helped on an inter-school science mentor program. She’s about to step in when she hears what King Steve is saying.

“I can’t believe you forgot about this science project, Henderson,” he says, rolling his eyes as he shuffles through the shelves. “You love science.” He pulls something off the shelve. “Aha, I got it, last red one.”

The kid huffs and crosses his arms: “It’s a stupid project. I can make a volcano in my sleep, so I didn’t put it on my list.”

“Hey, smartypants, don’t say that,” King Steve scolds (and isn’t that just a trip and a half). “I know no one will ever care what your middle school science grade was, but growing up means doing stupid shit you don’t want to do. You have to learn to do that. Trust me, it will help you.”

“You never seem to do shit you don’t want to,” Dustin pouts.

Steve (because calling him King Steve while he’s lecturing a kid he, by all rights, shouldn’t know, feels weird) rolls his eyes: “Yeah, and that’s why I’m barely scraping by in school, dipshit. Don’t take me as example. And watch your damn language.”

“You said it first,” the kid protests.

“And I just told you not to take me as an example,” Steve shoots back.

“But you’re cool,” Dustin says.

Steve sighs sadly, then says: “Being cool isn’t worth it. Trust me, kid. The things you have to do to be considered cool suck and I was a dick, okay. Don’t try to be cool, just be yourself and do your science so you can get into a good college and wow the people with your smarts. You get that, Henderson?”

Jenny never expected Steve to be so self aware and to sound so sad about the kind of person people know him to be. She remembers that he hasn’t been around his usual gang in a long while. That he regrets who he used to be.

That he’s apparently buying fucking supplies for a kid he babysits (?) so that he can do his science project and learn responsibilities.

Truly the world still has miracles that science can’t explain.

She’s snapped back to the scene by Steve saying: “Oi, I didn’t hear a yes. You get that?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, Steve,” he rolls his eyes without fear like sassing King Steve is something a nerd can get away with.

But apparently it is, because Steve smiles a fond smile and ruffles his hair. “Just keep being yourself, kid. And don’t sass me, or I’m not driving you to school tomorrow and you can try to get your volcano there by bike.”

Then they walk off, leaving Jenny there. Jenny, who hates King Steve and now isn’t even sure if he still exists.

Danny loves hiking in the forest surrounding Hawkins, watching the lakes that dot the landscape and the people that congregate around them on hot days. What can he say, he’s a bit of a people watcher, sue him.

He has seen all sorts of things. Drunken kids, first kisses, first something way more that he absolutely didn’t want to see, kids learning how to swim, boys trying to one up each other, girls sunbathing. People who are relaxed are more true, in Danny’s opinion.

Today is a hot day, so Danny is out walking. He started walking to Lake Tippecanoe, then Lover’s Lake and is now nearing Lake Jordan.

As he nears he sees the usual teens hanging around on the little beach, since Lake Jordan was more popular under the youth. It’s much the same as the other lakes, just less little kids. Watching them is peaceful and calm.

That is broken not moments later by an unusual yell at Lake Jordan. “COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW FOR SUNSCREEN. I’M LOOKING AT YOU, RED!”

There is Steve Harrington standing in trunks under a parasol, ice box at his feet and in his one hand there is indeed sunscreen, the other on his hip. A group of younger teens look back at him sheepishly, a girl with red hair sulkily walking back, the others in the group following her.

Then Danny watches as Steve Harrington makes sure all the kids have sunscreen evenly applied, doing their backs and faces for them. Then he makes them all drink water he gets from the cooler, before he allows them to the water.

As they walk, he warns: “Don’t go too far and make sure to reapply sunscreen when you get out the water.”

He gets groans back, though they’re all agreeing.

Steve stays there, watching the kids as they swim though he sits down on the chair under the parasol at some point. Danny just watches Steve.

It’s a bit odd to watch a teenager, Danny knows it, he just can’t help it. He has seen Steve around summer after summer. Everyone knows the Harrington boy and it was always easy to pick him out in the crowd, doing the most ridiculous stunts and having all the ladies around him.

Danny remembers he was more subdued less summer a petite girl under his arms. She is now gone and Steve is there with a group of children.

The whole image is nothing like what Steve is supposed to be, according to previous observations he has made. He’s supposed to be a popular guy, too cool for babysitting. For worrying about a group of teens, like he’s their brother. Or mother, if Danny is honest with himself.

However, he can’t deny how Steve looks more relaxed. His shoulders aren’t tight and his grin is too broad to be handsome, but all the more real and when he is finally convinced by the kids’ nagging to get in the water, he is playing like a kid and laughing like one too.

All in all, it’s a curious picture, but Danny likes interesting people and watching how Steve Harrington of all people is transforming now that he’s getting older is truly fascinating.

Jeffry doesn’t know what happened between Tommy H. and Steve, but one day they were friends and the next Steve was bruised to hell and neither of them spoke to one another.

For a while after Steve was still popular, hanging around the basketball team during the breaks and walking with a swagger that said he owned the school, Nancy under his arm.

However, Nancy disappeared from under his arm and he started walking like had more important things to do than be in high school. And slowly his popularity wavered, especially when Billy showed up and practically usurped him, though Steve seemed to mind less than everyone had expected.

Even before that Jeffry heard the rumors of how Steve became a total loser, getting stuck with a babysitting job that he took way too seriously. But that sounded absurd to Jeffry. He’d known Steve and Steve would never, never, be caught dead doing something so uncool as babysit.

Yet, here he is witnessing those rumors to be true.

He is a bit earlier to school than normal today, since he has to talk with the counselor before class, something he desperately doesn’t want to do. So, he’s still hanging around in the parking lot when he sees a familiar car pull in.

Steve Harrington has arrived. He gets out of his car, sunglasses on his face, nonchalant pose as he looks around.

Then four boys get out of the car as well and Jeffry feels his eyebrows creep up his face as he watches Steve turn to the boys. He takes his sunglasses of and says: “You shrimps good to make your own way to school?”

“Yeah, Steve,” one rolls his eyes, brown hair and sharp features.

“Hey, be grateful I even drove you guys here,” Steve scolds (yeah, the great King Steve is scolding a kid in a tone that’s too fond to be meant). “I could have left your little asses right there with your bikes so you could make your own way to the arcade after school. But I’m nice, so I didn’t.”

“Thank you, Steve,” another kid with lighter brown bowl cut hair. The others quick echo him.

Now Steve rolls his eyes, but he is smiling anyway. “No problem. Now, shoo. See you twerps after school’s out.”

The four boys nod and bid their goodbyes. They’ve just started to walk away when Steve calls out: “Oi, Sinclair.”

The boys all stop, the black one turning around. That is likely Sinclair, Jeffry thinks. He wonders what the hell Steve is calling them back for alongside the rest of the boys. Then watches in shock as Steve gently does something to Sinclair’s collar, before saying: “Your tag was out.”

Okay, yeah, Jeffry doesn’t know what happened, but no one is going to believe this shit later. I mean, who would. King Steve fussing over a group of middle school children like an overly concerned mom.

Fucking hell.

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Chapter 2: Hydra hurt us, but he brought us together.

Keira finally awakes at the compound but that's not all that happens.

Warnings: Angsty, Allusions to torture, allusions to trauma/PTSD

A/N: sorry for another short chapter. I promise the other ones will be longer once they are finished.

POV First-person: Keira

"Where am I?"

This room was white and bright. Unlike the hydra compounds, the walls were clean. Two people were crowding around me.

"You are in the Avengers compound," a man's voice said. I looked towards him, he had dark hair and a goatee. He had this round light sticking out of his chest. From the info I could gather just by looking at him, he was most likely Tony Stark aka Iron Man.

"You're safe now" a woman’s voice sounded, I looked at her, this appeared to be Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow. I wanted to get up but I was restrained. Black Widow responded to my struggling "You're okay, we had to put these on because when you first woke up, you nearly beat us all to death" I did a small nod, as I slowly relaxed into the bed “We just wanted to make sure you didn't hurt yourself or us until we could calm you down" Iron Man added.

"Are you calm now?" I nodded. They both slowly started undoing the straps. They must not know who I am… otherwise, they would have put me in a cell. Maybe I’m finally safe…So I just slowly sat up on the bed. "I'm Ton-" "I know who you guys are" I cut him off, and he looked a little startled. "You're Iron Man and you're Black Widow," I pointed at them when I spoke. Black Widow looked at me and smiled slightly "You can just call me Natasha" I nodded slightly. Iron Man said the same thing "Yeah, just call me Tony" he smirked. Another man walked in, who I recognized to be Bruce Banner.

"Oh she's awake" he looked a little surprised when he saw me, and he came over and checked my vitals. "You look fine enough so feel free to get up and move, but just be cautious it might have been a long time since you've walked." I nodded slowly. He and Natasha walked out, Tony stayed to make sure I was alright and was there to help. His mannerisms reminded me of what I remembered about Jacob, my brother. He helped me get up, and when I was good he let go of me. We walked out of the room, "If you feel up to it, you can come to meet the rest of the Avengers." muttering a small okay we walked away from the room.

I followed him to the living room where most of the Avengers were situated. They quieted down when they saw us walk in. Before they could say anything Tony started talking “The girl we found is awake, it seems she might know some of us.” their eyes shifted from Tony to me. Captain America was the first to speak up “Who do you know out of us?” I looked around the room and listed their names as I looked at them. “Captain America, War Machine, Thor, and Hawkeye.”

"Oh, you know our Hero names," Captain America inquired. I nodded "Hydra had the agents and weapons study potential targets and threats.” They all seemed to tense a little, "but it's mostly information that is already known by most of the general public " Some of them relaxed.

"So how do we know you're not just some spy that was there to trick us," Hawkeye asked, there is no reason to trust me but I've got to gain their trust, I dont want to be caged again. "I guess you'll just have to trust me."

"That's exactly what we're not going to do," a booming voice said from behind me, I turned around, and I was face to face with Nick Fury, head of SHIELD. I took a step back as fear started to consume my body but I kept my face neutral. “Fury,” I stated flatly glaring at him as he stared down at me. “Reaper…” I could hear murmurs from behind me. “Reaper? As in the old Hydra ghost story?” someone from behind me whispered. Fury motioned to his agents, they came from the sides and tried to grab me.

My instincts kicked in as one of the agents grabbed my arm. I flipped him onto his back, and when another came at me I punched him in the gut and hit the back of his knees so he would fall. Another agent ran at me and I quickly wrapped my arm around her neck as I round-house kicked another agent in the face. I brought the female agent’s face down against my knee, breaking her nose.

Eventually, one of the Avengers stepped in, Thor grabbed my arms, and one of the agents not currently on the ground bound my hands together as I struggled. "You're coming with us Reaper." I continued to struggle "That's. Not. My. Name" I growled out. "And I'm not the director of SHIELD" he responded. Another agent walked forward with a muzzle-type mask.

My eyes widened "No.." I tried to back away, "Stay away from me!" My voice went higher, and tears formed in my eyes. "Please... no" I kept struggling, but Thor still held onto my arms. "No-!" The muzzle clicked around my head. I stopped struggling. The memories of everything flooded my brain. I gave in, the steely-eyed assassin facade dropped, and the scared little girl beneath was revealed. I went limp in their arms as they led me out. The tears streamed down my face, I could feel all of the Avenger's eyes on my backside.

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aj-2cfu · 27 days

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The frienemy project part one

Staring at her phone, she watched as the bubbles popped up, signaling that her brother was typing. She sighed when the text finally came in, reading

‘Tell me when you get home. Ok?’

She slightly shook her head but not in a way of disdain. She knew he was just making sure she was safe

Ava was flying back from Tokyo Japan and back home to New York. She had gone for her relatives who hadn’t seen her in quite a few years. She figured it was time to pay a visit. The trip lasted 14 days and as fun as it was, she was ready to go home.

She looked out the window and smiled. The city was beautiful as the sun shone down on all its glory. She’s glad she made this trip.

Hearing the lady on the speaker say it was time to board her flight, she checked her phone quickly, the face of it reading 4:50

She pocketed her phone and grabbed her bags, waiting in line until she could board

—-

Making her way into the plane, she looked for the seat H-2, which was somewhere in the back. Once she found it, she sat down and got comfortable, pulling out her computer and finishing her study on a crystal that was deemed very rare

About 20 minutes had gone by and she was done. People were still boarding the plane, but not many had gone as far back as she was.

‘Maybe I’ll get to ride by myself this time’ she thought hopefully, grimacing at the memory of lady she had sat by on the way here. It wasn’t her fault that her baby was crying the whole time, but the 14 hour ride had been stressful until the child finally managed to fall asleep

Looking around at the nearly empty compartment, the girl put her headphones on and then looked back at her computer, starting to type up another chapter of the story she was making.

Just when she thought she could be alone, she heard a voice- no. Multiple voices coming closer to her as she tried to ignore it and keep typing

“Im so tired” one voice whined, seeming very exhausted by the way he said it. “We get it Leo. You have said it 36 time just in ten minutes” another monotone voice came. “Eh, who’s counting” the first voice asked “I am” the second answered. “Knock it off” a deeper gruff voice said next. “Just get to your seats” it finished

Than, taking off her headphones, the girl saw two boys pass by, looking at the seats intently

The first one, was dressed in blue, he had bleached, curly chin lengthened hair, tan skin and vitiligo, which seemed to be shaped in almost crescents, with spots around them. His jacket zipped halfway down to reveal a white tank top under and shorts where what he was wearing for bottoms. He looked back, a Cheshire smile on his face “I found our seats Donnie~” he called, almost taunting

“Oh fantastic” a voice muttered sarcastically “sorry if that sounded sarcastic. Im genuinely happy you did” the next boy said, who had a purple hoodie on and black jeans. Headphones around his neck. His skin was a pretty dark brown and he had dreads around shoulder length, which was tied back by the purple bandanna around his head.

“I know!” The one named Leo said, as a reassurance that he understood.

She could feel herself blushing. Why were these two so damn attractive?? What gave them the right??

She turned her head away from the one who she identified as Donnie, who just narrowed his eyes at what he though was “weird behavior”

She looked around and saw he wasn’t there anymore and she let out a sigh, only to see he and Leo where.. sitting behind her.. this was just lovely

“Ralph!” Leo called, and as he said it, another guy in an outfit which consisted nearly of one color, came walking into the row, dragging a smaller boy, who only rolled his eyes as he was thrown into the seat next to her

She looked at the guy and her mouth felt like it had dropped on the floor. This guy was over six feet tall, large shoulder and body build, which consisted of A-LOT of muscle. He wore dark jeans, a red tank top and a small necklace. He had short curls in his hair, which were also dyed red, dark brown skin and a sharp eyes.

The boy next to her had longer curls, the tips died orange. He had dark orange shorts and a multicolored jacket which wasn’t zipped up showing that he was wearing a black t shirt, which seemed to have orange paint in some places. His skin was a bit lighter than the guy dressed in red, who she learned was Raph. The boy had a younger looking face than the other three, giving him an almost innocent look

‘Oh great.. all of them are handsome as fuck and here I am looking like trash’ she thought to herself, and subconsciously she pulled out a mirror and started to check herself. Once she realized what she was doing, she quickly shoved the mirror back into her pocket, not wanting to believe she was even caring

The youngest looking one, whose name she had still not got, looked over at her and asked what she was doing.

“I’m writing a story” she answered, trying to ignore how close he was to her as he leaned over “can I read it?” She fidgeted with her hands as she moved her legs to keep her computer out of view. The boy studied her reaction and smiled lightly

“It’s fine. You don’t have to show me if you don’t want” she was very glad he said that, though she still felt bad “I’m sorry” she muttered, still typing to hurry up and finish the chapter

“No, it’s fine! I understand. Sometimes I make things and I’m scared people are going to judge them”

..judge her story? Was that what she was afraid of?

She was about to say something but stopped when he jumped in his seat “OH!” He exclaimed, sitting back down awkwardly once he realized what he had just done

“Sorry! I just figured out what I had forgotten!” She tilted her head and nodded. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey” he said, smile literally beaming as he looked at her. She felt taken aback by his friendly attitude.

She sat there for a moment before answering with “nice to meet you. I’m Ava” Mikey’s eyebrows raised “Ava? That’s a pretty name!” He said, making her gush a bit. “Oh- thanks.. it’s not really anything special”

Just than, the one directly behind her stood up and said smugly “I’m Leonardo. But you can call me any time” Ava could hear Mikey and Donnie groan loudly, saying things like “leave her alone that that!” And “Leo, nobody wants to hear your awful one liners”

Ava shook her head, trying to hide the blush that was rapidly forming on her face. Leo caught this and smirked “see? She likes it!” The said girl started to smack her self in the face

“Leo, just because she’s blushing doesn’t mean she likes it. It could be from anger or embarrassment!” Mikey shot back, grabbing Ava’s arms in attempts to get her to stop hitting herself

She was blushing because what he had said, but she wasn’t about to correct Mikey. She was actually really glad he had said something

“Alright alright, I’m sorry Ava. In all seriousness, you can call me Leo” the boy said, patting her shoulder in reassurance. Mikey nodded, thankful that Leo hadn’t embarrassed him in front of a potential friend.

“So who’s the one in purple?” Ava asked, knowing full well who he was, but she also wanted to hear his full name. Based on what Leo and Mikey’s names were, it had to be something longer than Donnie. Only one name came to mind but she wanted to be sure

“That’s a need to know basis” Donnie said, not looking up at her as he scrolled his phone. “Donnie. No need to be rude.” Mikey told him, a look of disapproval on his face

“She doesn’t NEED to know-“

“That’s Donatello. Donnie for short” Leo interrupted. Donnie growled and glared at the boy next to him. “Seriously???” He questioned. Leo shrugged “you just had to introduce yourself. It’s not that hard”

Ava turned back forward in her seat when she heard the plane was starting to move. She and Mikey were seated comfortably and chatted as the plane started going up. Behind them, Ava could hear Leo squealing quietly as the plane made its way into the air

“I love it when this happens!!” He told Donnie, excited clearly. “I don’t” Donnie exasperated, putting earplugs in his ears which reminded Ava that the way up would make her ears feel weird. Mikey didn’t seem to mind at all as he just kept chatting about hobbies he had

Which consisted of drawing, painting, reading comics, skateboarding, watching his favorite shows, beating his brothers at video games and such

From the way he talked about his brothers, he clearly thought very fondly of them.

“Yeah so anyways, Leo was crying like a little baby when he landed on his face” Mikey said, laughing as he told a story about when Leo was trying to show off and ended up tripping

Leo scoffed and leaned over Ava’s seat to glare at Mikey “you trying to ruin my reputation with the new friend?? And just so you know Ava, that NEVER happened. I didn’t cry”

“Yes you did. I have it on video” Donnie said, now also coming into the conversation. “Whose side are you on??” Leo asked, now also glaring at his brother. The two started to argue

“How old are all of you??” Ava asked suddenly, which stopped the two from further discussing wether or not Leo cried when he face-planted

“I’m 16. Donnie and Leo are twins, they are 17. And Raph is 18” Mikey quickly answered. Ava looked back and met eyes with the one named Raph, who was sitting in the far back. He gave a small wave. She returned it and sat back down. “How bout you?” He asked her. “I’m also 17”

“When’s your birthday??” Leo asked, a smug smile on his face. “February 5. What about you?” She asked, still not sure why Leo was looking at her like that

Leo gasped and dramatically groaned, laying back into his seat and covering his face with his hands. “She’s older than me?? Are you serious??” His words muffled into his hands

“She’s older than me too. It’s not a big deal” Mikey said, lips in a thin line showing he wasn’t very amused with how dramatic his older brother was acting.

“Everyone is older than you” Leo shot back, now sitting up. “That’s not true!!” Mikey snapped

“When’s your birthday?” Ava asked and Donnie shot her a look “don’t tell her that” he tried to say to Leo but it no avail. “August 13” he said quickly, smirking at Donnie

“Fine. Don’t listen to a thing I say” Donnie grumbled, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms, clearly annoyed with his brothers antics

“He’s embarrassed because he shares a birthday with me” Leo said, an edge of arrogance in his tone. “Your insufferable” was all Donnie said as he rolled his eyes and looked back to his phone

“Hey Mikey, you want to watch anything?” Ava asked, pulling out her computer and getting into Netflix. Mikey’s eyes lit up “yes I would! Oooo, let’s get some snacks!” He said, searching in his bag by his feet and pulling up a bag of chips and pretzels. “Want some?” He asked, holding out the bag of chips to her

“Yeah sure hold up” she said, getting the Oreos she had packed for the trip. Normally she doesn’t like sweets but Oreos are ok. Mikey took some when they were offered to him, humming in satisfaction as he chewed the sweet.

“Alright, what do you want to watch?” She asked, handing him a headphone, which he took gingerly. “Anything really” he said, eyes focused as she scrolled for something. Eventually she came across friends and clicked it. She looked at Mikey for approval, who just stared at it for a moment. “Have you seen friends?” She asked and he shook his head

“So episode one?” She asked. He shrugged “yeah I don’t mind!” She went to season one and clicked the first episode, letting it play.

A little bit later, Leo had noticed the two and stood up. “Ooo, are we watching something??” His eyes than landed on the Oreos, eyes gleaming in delight “can I have some?” He asked, pointing down to them

Ava was about to answer but Mikey beat her to the punch “no way! Bring something to share first!” He told him. Leo gave a chuckle “oh ho ho. Luckily for me, I did” he than pulled out a whole pizza, much to everyone’s, even Donnie’s surprise

“Wh- where did you get a whole ass pizza???” Mikey asked, now seeming annoyed. “That’s for me to know and you to find out” Leo told him, handing Ava and Mikey a slice. Ava than gave Leo a couple Oreos, who was more than grateful. “Leo..” Mikey seethed lowly. Leo saw the look on his younger brothers face and playfully rolled his eyes “relax Michael. I got it on the way here”

Mikey huffed and went back to watching the show. Leo was going to sit back down but his interest was piqued when he saw the show they were watching. “Can I watch with you guys?” He asked. Ava had to stop herself from smiling. These guys were honestly really fun to be around. She would totally have to get their numbers later

She than, without any word, took the earphones out of the jack to the computer and leaned her seat back so leo could see. Mikey than looked over at Donnie, who only sighed and nodded. Mikey smiled and leaned his seat back as well to see the show

About an hour later, Leo had already deemed Joey and Rachel as his favorite characters, making little comments like “that’s something I would do” whenever Joey did something funny

Leo then said “Ross is just like Donnie” upon hearing this Donnie put down his phone and started to watch as well and after a bit became amused when he saw that indeed, the character Leo had mentioned did share similar feelings on certain subjects. Ava didn’t know that Donnie had been watching but Leo and Mikey did.

“I personally like phoebe” Mikey said, putting his hand to his chest to make a bigger point. Ava finally realized Donnie had been paying attention once he said “yeah she’s weird. Like you”

Mikey scoffed and threw a middle finger Donnie’s way, who only ignored it.

—-

Another couple hours past and they had moved on from watching stuff to now chatting and getting ready to sleep. The computer was still on, but it was playing quiet music. Both teens in front had their seats lowered still to converse with Donnie and Leo in the back

Mikey had gotten a blanket out and shared it with Ava, who laid back and listen to Leo talk about what he liked and such.

“You want a pillow?” Mikey asked, holding it out for her. She had already accepted sharing his blanket but she wasn’t about to accept this. “No thank you” he just blinked and handed it to her. “What? I just said-“

“I have another one” he said, pulling out a pillow identical to the one he had just given her, laying on it and putting his hands behind his head as he continued to listen to the conversation Leo and her where having

“And so now Donnie over here was all like “you can’t do it. And I was like “yes I can. And guess what? I did it!” Leo exclaimed, finishing the story on how he had beat the pizza stack record.

Donnie scoffed and said “I assure you. It won’t happen again” a wide smug grin spread across Leo’s face “that’s exactly what he said last time” he told Ava, who chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“It’s getting late” Mikey said softly, staring at the time on his phone, which read 11:03. That meant that six hours of the ride had already passed by.

“You’re right. I’m kinda tired” Ava said, leaning back in her chair and yawning lightly. Mikey sighed contentedly as he snuggled up on his ginormous fluffy blanket. Behind her, Ava could hear Leo and Donnie getting their blankets and lying down.

“Hey Ava?” Mikey’s voice came from the silence on the plane. “Yeah?” She asked, leaning over to him so she wouldn’t disturb the other two. “Are we friends?” He asked, looking over at her. She sucked in a breath and blinked in thought before answering “yeah, we are friends. You guys are pretty cool”

Mikey smiled “that’s great. You’re pretty cool too” the girl could feel her emotional walls start to come down. “Thanks Mikey” she said, pulling the blanket further up her arms and looking back only to flinch and go “Jesus!” As she saw a pair of wide eyes staring at her. It took her a moment to register that it was just Leo’s sleep mask

“You ok?” Mikey asked, not opening his eyes. “I’m fine. Leo’s sleep mask scared the shit out of me” she answered, still shaken up by the sight

“HA! It worked!” Leo exclaimed as quietly as he could. Donnie groaned, rolling to his side to try and sleep.

From the back, Raph could hear the two talking. To be honest, he had heard the four of them talk for hours. A small part of him had wished to be part of it, but he also wanted to listen and hear how she was towards his younger brothers.

From the way they all interacted, the three younger brothers seemed to have no issue with her. Of course Donnie was being a bit edgy, but he’s always like that. He heard them all tell jokes and exchange stories about their childhoods, their hobbies and such, before they started to watch a show. He didn’t know what it was, but his brothers seemed to enjoy it, so that’s all that matters to him.

Honestly, just with how she was with them, he already liked her. He just hoped she would accept them if they ever showed her their true selves

———

Ava woke up being shaken awake by Mikey. The plane had landed. The clock said it was 6:34. It confused her for a moment before she remembered. Ahh right. Time zone change. She looked back and saw Leo and Donnie getting packed up. Raph already next to the two

“Thanks for letting me use your pillow and blanket last night” she said, running her fingers through her hair to try and attempt to brush it out.

Mikey smiled “no problem!” He said, handing her a hairbrush once he noticed what she was doing

“Can’t have my new bestie being uncomfortable right?” He finished. Ava smiled lightly, handing him his pillow which he put in his bag. Ava went around him and tried to grab her bags, I say try because Mikey got to them first, lifting them out of the compartment above them and setting them down

“Thank you!” Ava said, surprised that he did that for her. “No problem!” Mikey answered back

Looking at him, a small part of the girl was sad that the plane ride had ended so soon.

“UM. Who said she was YOUR bestie??” Leo asked, swinging an arm around the girls shoulders. “Me!” Mikey answered and Leo was about to say something before Raph came and interrupted. “Let’s get moving”

Leo moved his arm from her shoulders and stood next to her as they walked forward.

“What do you guys plan on doing when you get off?” Ava asked, hoping to continue talking with them before inevitably parting ways. “Get food I hope” Mikey answered and Leo nodded “let’s get ice cream. I’m feeling some cookies and cream!” Mikey nodded vigorously

“Hey Raph! Can we get ice cream when we get off?” Leo asked, shooting a look behind him towards his older brother. Raph sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sure if that’s what everyone wants”

“Yes!” Mikey said. “How bout you Donnie?” Leo asked, looking over at said teen. “Sure” was all he answered with.

“Great! I’ll pay” Leo told them. Leo then stared at Ava “you should join us! Unless you have other plans” Ava nodded. “I’m sorry I do” it hurt her to say that, but it was true. She was going to head to the store that held Bluetooth items, maybe pick up a snack then head home

“Aw man” Leo said, sounding genuinely disappointed. “Maybe next time” he finished.

—-

Now off the plane, Ava and the boys said their goodbyes and went different ways. She could hear their excited chatter as it echoed through the air port. She smiled and made her way to the Bluetooth store

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