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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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December 2009

He’d convinced her to go. Aaron had seen her hesitation as she stood at the front door of their temporary apartment, the twitch in her fingers when Amelia almost immediately reached out for her after Aaron took her. The way she bit her lip when Theo asked her, again, if she really had to go out.

She did have to go, despite how much she would deny it. He knew she needed some time with her friends, and Penelope and JJ had practically begged for a girls night. The 6 months Emily had been gone long and drawn out for all of them. She talked them down to dinner, not wanting to spend too long away from her family that had been so delicately stitched back together. Getting a table at any restaurant so close to Christmas had been difficult, but being the daughter of an ambassador had its advantages, and for once Emily hadn’t been hesitant to use them.

Aaron had sent her on her way with a kiss to her cheek and an assurance that they would be ok without her for a couple of hours.

He was now slightly regretting that decision, but he would never tell her. Their children were feral. Jack was in a mood. His teenage angst was out in full swing this evening, the anger he had experienced shortly after Haley’s death coming back to the forefront in the fallout of the situation with Foyet. He was hiding out in his room, playing a video game and ignoring his father.

Theo was asking where Emily was every few minutes and when she’d be back. He tried to placate his son with his favourite tv show and pizza, and it wouldn’t do. Theo was sitting in the living room, sideways on an armchair as he watched the front door intently. Aaron knew he was going to have to have a conversation with Emily soon about the attachment issues, but it was not the time yet, knowing his wife wouldn’t take it well either. That part of her loved that their son constantly sought her out.

Amelia was cranky. She still didn’t fully trust him, but things were better than they had been when she first shied away from him a few weeks ago. He knows that Emily nursed her before she puts her to bed, that it’s a treasured part of his wifes daily routine, so in the hope that a snack will help he grabs a small yoghurt from the fridge and places her in her high chair.

He feeds her, and although just under half of it ends up on her face, she does calm down a little whilst she is eating. He cleans her up, but she starts fussing again almost immediately.

As soon as Emily walks into the apartment he breathes a sigh of relief. Theo jumps out of the chair and to his mothers side, immediately hugging her.

“Mommy, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She kneels down to hug him properly, kissing the side of his head. She pulls back to look at him, thumb worrying over the now mostly healed cut on his forehead that he had acquired during Aaron’s final showdown with Foyet. She looks over and sees Amelia crying in Aaron’s arms. “It’s late, why don’t you go to bed and I’ll come say goodnight in a bit?”

Theo nods, hugging her again before bounding off, throwing a goodnight aimed at his father as he runs down the hallway.

“You were right.” She says, happiness pouring off of her as she removes her coat and shoes at the door. “I really did need that. Pen kept trying to convince me to drink wine even though I told her I’m still nursing.” She says with a laugh in her voice, she turns to him and the smile slides off her face as she takes in the sight of him, and he realises how stressed he must look.

Ameila tries to turn in his arms at the sound of her mother’s voice and starts to cry harder as she reaches out for Emily. Aaron transfers her with little fanfare, knowing that whatever was wrong with the little girl was something only his wife could fix.

“What's this all about, baby?” Emily says as she holds her daughter tightly, her lips pressed to her forehead as she rocks her. “Has she been like this since I left?” She asks as she looks up at her husband.

“The past hour.” Aaron says, watching as Emily gently bounces Amelia in her arms as she attempts to settle the 11 month old. “I’ve been struggling to calm her down.”

The sympathy on his wifes face makes frustration flood his veins, another reminder of something Foyet had taken from him. His relationship with his daughter was still fragile, the way she was still unsure around him a punch to the gut every time she frantically reached out for her mother. Emily looks at the high chair and frowns when she spots the yoghurt pot still sitting on the tray.

“Did she eat that?” Emily asks, her hand rubbing delicate circles on Amelia’s back.

Aaron looks over before turning back to his wife. “Yeah, she was cranky. They all were. I thought a snack would help tide her over until you got home.”

Emily hesitates. It’s fast, almost undetectable, but he catches it.

“Aaron.” Her voice is soft, gentle in a way that was usually only used on the children when she wanted them to know they weren’t in trouble. “She’s lactose intolerant.”

The memory hits him suddenly. Emily curled up next to him in the hotel room they had stayed in when they were first reunited, filling him in on anything and everything to do with the kids. He remembers her telling him that the doctors had got to the bottom of Amelia’s bad stomach, and that she was dairy free herself because she was still nursing her. She’d lamented missing chocolate and cheese, and joked it was her biggest sacrifice as a mother so far.

“I’m sorry.” He stutters, not sounding like himself as it dawned on him. “I’m sorry.” He repeats as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Aaron, baby, it’s ok.” She says, her hand on his arm. She has Amelia on her hip, one arm securing their grumpy baby to her. “It happens. I should have reminded you before I went out.”

“I should know what my daughter can and cannot eat without being reminded.” He seethes, his anger aimed at himself. He tears his arm from under her hand and takes a couple steps back. He watches as she tries to placate him further, useless reassurances on the tip of her tongue. “I’m going out.”

“Honey-”

“I need some air.” He grabs his keys from the side table and leaves the apartment before she can argue any further, the door closing a little too harshly behind him.

Emily sighs and closes her eyes. Amelia buries her head further into her mothers neck, whining as she did so.

“Oh, sweet girl. I know you feel icky.” She kisses the side of her daughter's head and rubs her back. “Let's go see what your brothers are up to.” She kisses her head again and walks through the apartment in search of her sons. ________________

She feeds and settles Amelia before reading with Theo for a bit, smiling as her son drifts off to sleep against her side. She quietly slips out of his room, well practised at the quick and silent exit, and gently closes his bedroom door. Jack gives her a small wave and a grunt when she pops her head into his room, his grumpiness obvious the second she lays eyes on him.

Emily washes her face, blowing out a breath as she takes in the sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. Any joy, any relief she felt after spending an evening with her friends had wilted as quickly as it had bloomed in her chest. The lightness that JJ’s laugh, and Penelope’s overly personal questions about Emily and Aaron’s reunion, had brought was torn away by the devastation in her husband's eyes just before he left the apartment.

Everytime they made progress, every step away from what Foyet had done to Aaron, to their family, it felt like they were thrown right back into it. Emily was exhausted. She missed the version of them that had existed before she had come home to find her husband missing and his blood staining their hardwood floor.

She wondered if they’d ever get the old them back, or if they would slowly build something better. Emily was hopeful that the move to the new house would help, that it would give them new foundations. Somehow even stronger than the ones they had before.

She’s finishing up getting ready for bed, pulling her pyjama shirt over her head, when she hears the front door open, and her husband’s familiar steps throughout the apartment. She hears their bedroom door open and close quickly. She takes a deep breath before she walks out of the ensuite and she sees him sat on the end of the bed, his head in his hands. She sits next to him, purposely keeping her hands to herself despite how much she wants to touch him, to assure him everything was ok. A slight clench in his jaw is the only indicator he has even registered that she's there. She waits him out, knowing he needs to process this himself before he’ll speak to her.

“I should have remembered.” He finally says, removing his head from his hands but not looking at her.

“Aaron-”

“Don’t.” He interrupts, finally looking at her. There are unshed tears in his eyes that make her heart ache. Thoughts about how she could find a way to bring George Foyet back to life just so she could kill him herself burning through her.

“Don’t what?”

“Tell me that it’s ok. Because it isn’t.” He shakes his head at himself. “I gave our little girl…” His voice falters and he clears his throat. “I gave her something that’s made her sick.”

“And so did I.” She reasons, and she grabs his hand. “For the first almost 5 months of her life she was getting it through my breast milk. You did it once. Give yourself a break.”

“I should have remembered.” He says, repeating himself.

“Baby.” She says, moving her hands to grasp his cheeks. “Please stop this. She’s going to be ok. She is ok. She’s fast asleep next door.” She leans her forehead against his, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. “We’re all ok.”

He starts to cry, sobs escaping him that he hadn’t set free since their ordeal had ended. Emily had been waiting for it as he processed everything at his own pace. She pulls him towards her, his head resting on her chest as she wraps her arms tightly around him, one hand in his hair as she presses fierce kisses to the top of his head.

“I’m right here.” She kisses the top of his head again, unsurprised when she can feel her own tears on her face. “You’re ok. I’m here.”

She comforts him like she does their children. With tender words and soft touches, the whispering of nonsense against his hair as he slowly calms. The grip he has on the back of her shirt loosens ever so slightly.

Aaron sniffs as he pulls back, a shaky smile on his face as she wipes his tears away with her thumbs.

“I’m sorry.” He apologies, his voice cracked and torn open by the months of repressed emotion he had let out against her skin.

“You have nothing to apologise for.” Emily says tenderly. “I’m your wife. This is what I’m here for.”

Amelia’s cry through the baby monitor visibly undoes some of the work she had done in calming him down, some tension returning to his shoulders. Emily kisses his cheek before she stands up.

“You get ready for bed, I’ll go see what's up with her.” She says just before leaving the room, crossing the hallway into the small bedroom serving as Amelia’s temporary nursery. Most of the baby's things are boxed up ready for the move to the new house. Emily smiles as she approaches the crib, Amelia already standing with her arms reaching out for her. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

She picks up her daughter, settling her on her hip as she kisses the side of her head. Amelia almost immediately settles, her crying quietening down as she presses her face into her mother’s neck.

“You just wanted to cuddle, huh?” Emily says, pacing the small room. “I think your dad could do with a cuddle too.”

Emily walks back into their bedroom to find it empty, but the tap running in the ensuite calms any nerves that he had left again. She settles into bed and lays Amelia on her chest, the baby snuggling down, her fingers grasping at her mother’s shirt.

When Aaron leaves the ensuite he falters slightly at the sight in front of him. Emily catches it, the small hesitation before he climbs into bed. Amelia is already half asleep, the discomfort she had been in when Aaron last saw her gone, and Emily watches the tension leave him as he sees with his own eyes that the baby is ok.

“See, she’s fine.” Emily says, smiling at him as he lays down next to them.

He kisses the top of Amelia’s head, which makes her open her eyes. She reaches out for him and he carefully takes her to settle her against his own chest. Emily smiles as she moves to be closer to them, her head resting on Aaron’s chest next to their daughter. He presses a kiss to the top of his wifes head.

“My girls.”

“Yeah.” She replies. “Your girls.” ________________

April 2021

Aaron sighs in frustration as his phone rings, distracting him from his lesson plans. Emily often teased him for his interpretation of retirement, the profiling classes he taught at the academy taking up a fair amount of his time. He turns from his computer to pick up his cell phone, frowning when he sees a number he doesn’t recognise as he answers.

“An inmate at the Federal Correctional Institution in Otisville, New York is calling you, to accept the charges please press one.” An automated voice says through the phone.

The name of the prison makes him freeze, there is only one person he knew who was in prison in New York. He presses one and puts the phone back to his ear, waiting for the call to connect.

“Aaron?” He hears down the phone, the voice on the other end of the tinny line was unsure, nerves easily showing through.

“Sean?” ________________

The rest of the day goes by in a blur and the next thing he is truly aware of is the front door opening, Amelia and Theo bursting in, both of them animatedly talking about their days.

“Hi Dad.” Theo says as he passes through the kitchen where Aaron is sitting, grabbing a snack and leaving the room almost immediately. “I’ve got loads of homework, back in a bit.”

“Hi Theo.” He says, a small smile on his face as his ever studious 18 year old is already out of the room, his mind clearly on whatever work he was assigned that day.

“Dad, do we have any antacids?” Amelia asks as she joins him in the kitchen, grimacing as she walks in with her arms wrapped around her stomach.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” He asks, frowning, pulling her into a quick hug she only protests slightly as she walks past.

“Yeah, just a bad stomach.”

Before he can ask any more questions the front door opens again, and Emily’s voice soon follows.

“Hi.”

“We’re in the kitchen, Em.”

She joins them, a wide smile on her face as she kisses his cheek.

“Everything ok?”

“Everything is fine.” Amelia answers far too quickly.

“Mills has a stomach ache.” Aaron says, and he can’t help but smirk at the way she narrows her eyes at him.

“Traitor.”

“Amelia.” Emily says, her hand gently grasping her daughter's chin to tilt her head, sighing when she sees the hives on her neck. “You had the cheese fries for lunch again didn’t you?”

The 12 year old sighs, knowing lying to her mother, to either of her parents, is pointless. “Yes.”

“Baby, you’re lactose intolerant.” Emily chastises as she tucks some of Amelia’s hair behind her ear.

“Mom, it's cheese fries. Totally worth it.”

Emily sighs, knowing that the slight grimace on her daughter's face is nothing to do with her rebuke, but the discomfort she knows she is in.

“There is some Pepto in the medicine cabinet in our bathroom. Go take some and go lie down.”

Amelia smiles gratefully and starts to make her way out of the room before she turns back. “I’m not going to find anything gross in there am I?”

“Amelia.”

“What?” She says, throwing her hands up. “I’ve caught you guys making out way too many times not to check. I’ve been burned before.”

Emily raises an eyebrow at her. “Go. Now.”

“I’m going.” Amelia says as she leaves the room, something a bit too close to a curse word muttered under her breath.

“That girl will be the death of me.” Emily says as she turns to Aaron, his silence throughout her exchange with their daughter, the lack of quips about how similar they were, now only striking her as odd as she takes in the look on his face. His gaze fixed in the distance, not focused on anything in particular. She frowns and takes a step closer to him, placing her hand over his on the counter. “Honey, are you ok?”

He looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Sean called me.”

Emily doesn’t cover her shock, her hand tightening over his. It had been years since they had heard from Sean. The supposed truce the brothers had come to in New York, when a rare family vacation had turned into a case, had fallen apart as soon as Sean was formally sentenced. Aaron had tried reaching out at the beginning, attempting to visit his brother, but it had always been radio silence on the other side.

Over time he stopped trying, his attempts at calling Sean getting further apart. His requests to go see him stopped. To anyone else it would look like Aaron had accepted it, that he simply was no longer going to be a part of his brother's life. Emily knew better than that.

“What?”

“He called from prison. He wants me to go see him.”

“Oh.” She replies, taking a second before she joins him at the kitchen island, linking their fingers together properly as she settles next to him on one of the stalls. “Are you ok?”

“I think so.” He answers, looking at her, uncertainty all over his face despite his answer. “No.”

Emily places her spare hand on his thigh. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to see him.”

She nods, squeezing his leg in comfort. “Then we’ll go.” She smiles when he turns to look at her, his brows furrowed.

“You don’t have to come with me, it’s fine. I know work is busy.”

“Aaron.” She replies firmly, leaving no room for argument as she moves her hand from his leg to cup his cheek. “I’m coming with you.”

“What about the kids?”

“We’ll be gone one night. Theo is sensible enough to look after Amelia, and Jack lives 20 minutes away if they need him.” She pulls him towards her for a kiss. “Stop arguing with me, it never gets you anywhere.”

His lips twitch, a brief smile taking over. “You think I would have learnt that by now.” _______________

It takes a couple of weeks for them to get things lined up, so that the quick trip to New York wouldn’t disrupt their day-to-day lives too drastically.

Amelia was unimpressed when they told her that Theo was in charge, rolling her eyes at the thought that she needed babysitting, but when they come to leave her attitude fades when she sees how stressed her father was, how on edge he seems as he checks they have everything before they set off on their drive.

She doesn’t remember her Uncle Sean, she had only met him once when she was 3, and she knew enough from what her brothers and parents had told her about that trip to New York to know why she had never seen him again. Another seemingly life changing moment they went through as a family that she had no memory of, relying on hearsay from her brothers and the toned down version she knew her parents told her.

“Please behave for your brother, Amelia.” Emily says as she hugs her daughter.

“I always behave.” She replies, rolling her eyes when she sees her mother raise her eyebrow. “Ok fine, I’ll be good.”

Aaron hugs her next, and Amelia doesn’t miss how he holds her a little tighter than usual. She hugs him back, smiling when he kisses her forehead as they pull apart.

She feels bad for her dad, knowing how much he values his family tells her how much it would hurt him to not be in touch with his brother. Amelia considers how it would feel to not be speaking to Jack or Theo, and despite how much they both annoy her frequently the idea makes her heart clench.

“Call if you need anything, ok?” Aaron says and Amelia nods before pulling him back into a hug.

“I love you, Daddy.” She says, using the moniker she dropped a couple years ago and it makes her chest fill with happiness when he smiles into the top of her head.

“Love you too, Amelia.” ________________

The drive is long, and quiet, and by the time they pull up to the prison Emily is grateful to see it. Aaron had insisted on driving and she’d let him, knowing it would ultimately be worse for him to not be occupied on the trip here. She was planning on taking over when they left for their drive back to the city, but she hadn’t mentioned it yet, knowing that he would already try and argue that point.

They get through security and are shown to the visiting room. They take a seat next to each other and Emily turns to him, trying to read her husband’s face.

“Are you ok?”

He chuckles. “Ask me later.”

A buzzer sounds and a door opens, prisoners walking out and greeting their family and friends. Towards the back is Sean. Emily thinks of the first time she met him. He wasn’t much older than Amelia was now, and already damaged by the things he had been exposed to in his young life. She remembers how he had been nervous around her, a crush on her that he barely concealed.

“Aaron, Emily.” He says as he makes it to the table. Aaron stands and hugs him, and then Emily does the same.

“Sean, how are you?” Aaron asks as they sit down.

“As good as I can be considering I’ve been here nearly 10 years.” He says, his eyes fixed on his brother. He looks at them both. “You guys have hardly changed. How are the kids?”

“I have a picture.” Aaron says, pulling out his wallet and removing the photo of his family that he keeps in there. It was taken on Emily and Theo’s birthday the year before, her 50th and his 18th, all five of them and Sara together and smiling. It was one of his favourites. He slides it across the table to let his brother look at it.

“Wow, they look grown up.”

“It’s been a long time.” Aaron says, the conversation stilted. The awkwardness cloying, making the air around the table feel thick.

“Jack is 28 now, and married. That’s his wife, Sara, in the picture with us” Emily says, trying to break the tension. “Theo is 18 and Amelia is 12.”

Aaron is staring at his brother, profiling him as he listens to Emily talk about the kids. He watches as she explains that Jack is a resident at Georgetown, and that Theo was going to Cornell in the fall. He watches as his brother listens to her stories about Amelia, their wild thing of a daughter who kept them both on their toes. He recognises his brother's expression, it’s one he perfected when they were young, a way to get what he wanted from their mother. It clicks in his head, and he wonders why he didn’t think of it sooner.

“What do you want Sean?” He asks, interrupting the conversation between his wife and brother.

“Aaron-” Emily begins to say, uncertainty in her voice.

“He wants something. That's why he asked me to come here.” He looks back at his brother, and Sean chuckles slightly.

“You don’t miss anything do you? I’m up for parole soon.” Sean explains. “My lawyer said it would be good to have someone upstanding talk at my hearing, and I don’t know anyone more upstanding than you.”

“You want me to talk at your parole hearing? That’s why you got in touch?”

Emily feels how tense her husband gets next to her, the disappointment he clearly feels at Sean only getting in touch because he needed something palpable. She grabs his hand under the table, providing the best support she can in the moment. He lightly squeezes her hand in a silent thank you.

“Yeah. I told my lawyer what you do for a living and he said it was perfect.” Sean says, missing the way his brother sighs, the brief closing of his eyes as he tries to cover his disappointment. “So will you?”

“Of course.” Aaron replies, clearing his throat as he does. “Get your lawyer to send me the details.” He turns to Emily. “Excuse me for a second.”

He gets up and walks towards the bathroom. Emily turns her attention back to her brother-in-law.

“Are you kidding me, Sean?” She says, exasperated.

“What?” Sean asks, his face screwed up in confusion.

“It’s been 9 years.” She explains. “9 years and you reach out because you want something.”

“It’s thanks to him that I’m in here in the first place.”

“You know that’s not true, Sean.” Emily implores, and she stares at him until he relents and nods. “He’ll do it for you because he’s your brother and he loves you. But when you get out you will work on your relationship with him. I won’t let you use him for this and then disappear from our lives again.”

“Are you...threatening me, Emily?” He asks, an eyebrow raised at her in a way that reminded her of Aaron.

“Very much so.” She says seriously, before she smiles. “I’d also like you to get to know my kids better.”

“I’d like that too.” ________________

When they get to their hotel in the city he barely looks around the suite they have for the night before he goes into the bathroom. Emily sighs as she puts her bag down and goes to the mini bar, grabbing a drink for each of them.

She feels his arms wrap around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re my favourite wife?”

‘I’m your only wife.” She chuckles, turning to give him his drink.

“That works out well then.” He leans down and kisses her. “Thank you for today.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” She cups his neck, and strokes her thumb over his jawline. “My place has always been by your side.” Emily kisses him quickly. “Lets go sit down.”

She leads him over to the couch in the room, leaning against him as they get comfortable. They sit in silence for a while, having their drinks whilst his fingers trail up and down her arm.

“I let him down.” Aaron says eventually, making Emily turn to look at him, a curious look on her face. “Sean. I’ve been letting him down since we were kids.”

“Honey, you know that's not true.”

“It is. I left when he was young, I left him in that house with the ghost of our father and our shell of a mother.” He says bitterly, throwing back the rest of his drink.

Emily stares at him for a second before she takes his glass out of hand and places it with hers on the table next to the couch. She settles herself over his lap, straddling him in a way that makes him raise an eyebrow and place his hands on her hips. She cups his face in both her hands.

“Listen to me, Aaron. You are not to blame for any of this. You were a kid yourself, Theo’s age, and you wanted to start your own life. You are not responsible for your parents and what they did or didn’t do. Or for the decisions that Sean has made that has led him to where he is.” She looks directly into his eyes, looking for some understanding or agreement. “Ok?”

“Ok.” He nods his agreement, and she can tell he isn’t completely convinced, but it’s enough to placate her for now.

She still wants to cheer him up, so she changes tactics, moving her hands so she’s cupping the back of his head instead before she leans down to kiss him. She presses herself closer to him, signalling her intent, she smiles against his lips when he pulls her closer, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Let's go to bed.” She says, slightly breathless as she pulls away.

“I like the way you think, Mrs Hotchner.”

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whoreforhotch · 4 years

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Come Home To Me

Request: Hi I love ur username! Can I request a hotch story where he comes home late and is just drained and sad and the reader makes him dinner and lays out clothes for him after his shower and runs her fingers through his hair. Like she just takes care of him and when they lay in bed she can tell that he’s sad and he voices out how he feels like he’s not good enough for his job and for her and she comforts him. Maybe an age gap? Where the readers younger? If u don’t feel comfortable with the age gap feel free to not put it in!! I would to just see hotch being appreciated and cuddles and good vibes 😌 have a good day!!

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: Age gap (if that makes some uncomfortable)

Aaron Hotchner was drained the moment he stepped into the jet to fly home that night. After another strenuous case, he felt as though he wouldn’t last another minute awake. The last week had drained him of all his emotions, a constant guilt plaguing over him that he wasn’t good enough for his team.

He bid his goodbyes to everyone in the office when they arrived and dialed your number as he walked to his car, his hands almost shaking with his anxiety, needing nothing more than to come home to you right now.

The tone rang and you answered, “Hey love, what’s up?”

Aaron’s heart practically gushed at your voice, “H-Hi sweetie, I’m coming home.”

You could hear the tremble in his voice, it happened when his anxiety acted up and he was sad. “Oh that’s great, love! Drive safe, okay?”

Aaron broke a small smile at the sound of you smiling through your words, “Okay. See you soon.”

He drove home in silence, tears brimming in his eyes as the thoughts of the weeks terrible case haunted him. They had lost many more than they saved and Aaron couldn’t help but blame himself, he felt guilty for the lives of all of those young women.

They all reminded him of you. Everytime they lost another he thought of you and how one day he might fail to protect you as well. It was a conversation you had often when you first got together when Aaron would feel the stares of people on the streets. Sure, he was significantly older than you. But it didn’t stand in the way of your undeniable love and commitment to eachother.

As he pulled into the driveway of your cosy home, he breathed out a little to try and collect himself before stepping into the house. His shoulders slumped and he barely made it past the hallway before you came into sight, smiling a little at him and stepping forward.

“Hey baby,” you said softly. Pushing his duffel bag from his shoulder, you placed it on the floor and wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to yourself. Aaron sighed deeply and buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent that he missed so dearly. He felt fragile in your arms, as though if you hugged him too tight he’d break, “I missed you so much Y/N..”

Pulling out from the hug, you heard him whimper a little and you smiled gently, cupping his cheeks and placing a soft kiss on his sad, pursed lips. Aaron pressed his forehead to yours and nuzzled his nose with yours lovingly, “I-I had a really rough week,” he admitted.

Your heart broke at his quivering voice and you nodded in understanding, kissing him once more before gently pushing his suit off his shoulders and hanging it up. “Take off your shoes, love.”

He kicked them off tiredly and you loosened his tie, tugging it off and kissing his chest fondly. Breathing in shakingly, he thanked you quietly.

“Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I’ll bring you your dinner, yeah?” Aaron nodded softly and sat back onto the couch, closing his eyes for a moment before you brought over his plate, “Here baby.”

He took the plate from you and you placed a glass of water on the coffee table in front of him, leaning into him slightly as he ate. You sat quietly with him as he ate, knowing he just needed some silence right now. Running a hand through his hair, you heard him hum softly and smiled, beginning to play with his soft hair chastely.

Looking over to you, he broke the tiniest of smiles and you kissed his jaw fondly. “Thank you for all of this” he said quietly.

When he was done eating, you took his plate from him and he thanked you yet again, slumping into the couch tiredly. You went to put his plate in the dishwasher and clean up a little, only to come back to him drifting off a little, making your heart ache with love for him.

Sitting down beside him, you ran your fingers through his hair again and cuddled up to him a little, letting him sleep for a minute or two before tapping his chest lightly. “Aaron, baby.. As much as I would love to pick you up and carry you to bed, I can’t.”

You smiled softly as his eyes fluttered open and his lips turned up in a small smile. Kissing his cheek gently, you looked up to him, “Lets go start you a shower, angel.”

Aaron’s heart fluttered at your nickname for him and he nodded softly, “Okay.”

You held him close as you walked him over to the bathroom, leaning over to turn on the water when you walk in. Coming up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck gently before kissing his soft lips. Aaron pulls you closer and holds you to his chest, wanting to be as close to you as possible.

Pulling away from him, you run your hands down his chest before unbuttoning his shirt carefully, pushing it off of him and rubbing his bare chest fondly before noticing a few cuts and bruises on his stomach. Ready to express your worry, you looked up at him with those eyes and he cupped your cheek gently, “It’s nothing sweetie, I already got them cleaned up.”

You sighed and kissed his chest gently before moving to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. Aaron had never felt so cared for in his life, so loved. You rubbed his cheek with your thumb gently as he spaced out for a moment, “Baby.. Do you want me to get in the shower with you?”

His cheeks tinted pink as he nodded because he knew if you weren’t in there with him he’d probably fall asleep showering or something like that. He also just wanted your soft hands on him, it made him feel safe.

Kissing him sweetly, you helped him with his boxers, “Why dont you get in, baby. I’m just gonna undress.”

Aaron nodded and stepped into the shower as you took off your clothes. You had already showered that night, but he needed you right now so you stepped in, hugging him from behind and pressing your chest to his back. He turned in your arms and pulled you under the water, hugging onto you immediately to feel your warmth.

Holding him close to you, he sniffled into your neck and your heart broke. Pulling away from him after a minute, you had him step further under the hot water, getting his hair nice and wet.

“Here sweets, let me wash your hair.” You squeezed some shampoo into your palm and lathered it into his hair scratching gently and watching as the tension in Aaron’s shoulders released. He let out a soft moan and you smiled lovingly, leaning his head back and washing the shampoo out, “There we go..”

Peppering a few kisses on his face, you whispered sweet nothings to him as he melted into your embrace. Leaning against you, he hummed quietly again when you ran some conditioner through his hair.

“Y/N, I love you so much..” Aaron mumbled as you washed it out after a minute.

Biting your lips softly, you smiled, “I love you too, baby.”

His soft brown eyes looked completely drained as you squeezed some body wash into your hands and spread it over his back and shoulders, soaping him up and smiling when he looked at you with those sweet eyes. Running your hands down to his hips, you circled them around to his butt and spread the body wash there, giving his butt a teasing squeeze, making him chuckle briefly.

“Wash that off love and I’ll get you some clothes, okay?” Aaron nodded softly and you kissed his jaw before stepping out, quickly drying yourself off and going into the bedroom to grab some clothes for him.

You changed into one of his old shirts and some underwear, grabbing him some boxers and a pair of sweatpants to sleep in. Placing them neatly in the bathroom counter, you crawled into bed and waited for him. Soon he had turned off the water and dried off, walking out in his fresh clothes.

Looking at him with loving eyes, you beckoned him over, “C’mere love.”

Aaron crawled under the covers and cuddled up to you, pressing his face to your chest and clinging to you subconsciously. “Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N.”

You ran your hand up his back and scratched lightly to help him relax, “Of course.”

The two of you laid in silence for a moment before you ran a hand through his hair, “Do you wanna talk about the case love?”

His eyes welled with tears and he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, “I-It was terrible..”

You heard him sniffle and your heart broke as he told you about the case through a shakey voice. “There were 9 girls killed, I should’ve saved the last 4 but I c-couldn’t get there in time..”

“Baby, it’s not your fault. The team couldn’t have possibly got there in time..” You reassured him and rubbed his back gently.

You felt some tears on your neck as he whimpered, “I-I just.. I-” And with that he broke down, crying into your neck harder than he had ever before. You had consoled him many times, but this was a first.

Cooing to him softly and rubbing his back, you encouraged him to let it out and held him close. “It’s not your fault, bub” you repeated.

His pained sobs broke your heart and you teared up a little, pulling his face out of your neck and onto your chest where you could see him. Kissing his red cheeks, you cupped his jaw and wiped his tears away, “Oh angel..”

Aaron’s lips quivered and you kissed him through his tears, whispering sweet nothings to him, reminding him he’s not alone. The last thing you wanted was for his breakdown to turn into an anxiety attack so you hushed him lovingly, reminding him to breathe and holding his hand to ground him.

He sniffled out, “They were all your age..”

“I’m right here with you, Aaron” He calmed slightly and took deep breaths with you, letting you guide him through the exercises that help him calm down.

Wiping away his tears, you finally calmed him and kissed his eyes gently, “You’re a hero, love. You saved a lot of lives this week.”

He sniffled a bit and nodded, “Y-Yeah..”

Hugging him tightly to your chest, you raked your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead softly, “Get some sleep, love.”

He mumbled something incoherant and you smiled, closing your eyes and coaxing him to sleep.

#hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #thomas gibson #thomas gibson x reader #aaron hotchner #submission

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wonder-kid-pugh · 4 years

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First Words - (Rose Lavelle x reader)

Being one of the younger players on the team always meant that the older player and the vets were always going to be protective of you. But with me they took it to a whole other level. I joined the team the same time as Mal. But when I came onto the team everyone on the team thought I hated them.

"Why won't she talk to us?" Emily pouts as I walk over to a table with my headphones in. I guess they thought I couldn't hear them. "Has anyone actually heard her say a word since she's being here?" Kelley asks. Everyone shakes their head before they all turn to Becky who's my roommate but she just shrugs, "She's hasn't said anything to me". "She doesn't even call for the ball in practice" Pinoe sighs. Tobin shrugs, "Maybe she's just shy. I mean she's seems cool". Although I do stay near Becky and Alyssa I do drift near Tobin always finding the two of of us juggling the ball together before training.

"But what if we did something wrong?" Christen frowns. I bite the inside of my cheek as I pretend to check my phone. I never meant for them to think they did something wrong. They had been so welcoming and kind trying to involve me in their conversations or inviting me to hang out with them. They always tried to get me to talk to them and I wanted to.

It was the fact that I couldn't

I guessed I must of zoned out as I'm snapped out of it by someone sitting across from me. I look up from my plate to see Rose was now sitting across from me with a smile, "Can I ask you a question?" I just nod my head expected her to ask me the obvious question. But I'm surprised when instead she shows me her phone, "Which dog do you think is cuter?"

I look at her in shock and I guess she sees that as she frowns, "What? Please don't tell me your a cat person". I let out a snort and shake my head making her smile, "Good now which one do you think?" She asks again. I lean in front and look at her phone. The first one was Siberian husky puppy with adorable bright blue eyes. While the other was a Pembroke Welsh corgi with white and brown fur. I look over both of them for a few more seconds before pointing at the husky.

A big grin spreads across her face, "I knew it! Lindsey kept saying the corgi but just look at his little blue eyes! I mean they're both adorable but I just can't get over how blue his eyes are". She starts to ramble on about the puppy and I can't help but smile at her. She kept ranting about the blue eyed puppy which was ironic as her own blue eyes seemed to sparkle talking about the dogs.

"Y/n? You okay?" She asks making me shake my head at the thoughts. I just point at her, "Me? She asks pointing at herself. I bite my lip and grab my phone before quickly typing out a message and passing her my phone. She tilts her head at me before taking the phone. I try to ignore the spark when her fingers graze mine. Instead I chuckle at the blush on her face as she reads the message.

"Your eyes sparkle just like the husky's"

Honestly after that some of the team didn't know what to do with me. Some left me alone just happy that they hadn't done something wrong to make me feel out of place. But people like Kelley and Sonnett made it their mission to get me to talk to them.

"So who are you rooting for to win the league this year Y/n?" Sonnett asks. Kelley and Sonnett thought that if they kept asking me open ended questions that I it would force me to speak to them. I had become their latest challenge as they were determined to be the one to get me to talk.

If only they knew

"Definitely the Royals right Y/n?" Kelley grins looking at me but I just shake my head. "Who are you supporting so?" I tug on Rose's sweatshirt making her look at me only for me to point at the badge over her heart making the two frat daddies scoff, "Your cheering for the Spirit?" I nod making Rose smile beside me as Mal teases Kelley and Sonnett.

I cuddle in beside Rose as they are about to start the film and I smile widely as I feel Rose wrap her arm around me as well. As the movie ends and everyone's about to head back to their room Sonnett turns to me, "Did you like the movie Y/n?" I nod as I get up and walk over to Becky who's waiting for me by the door. But before we leave i hear Emily sigh.

"Are you ever going to talk to us?"

I freeze for a second before I continue walking not even stopping to wave goodbye to them. I can hear Becky follow me as I walk into my room and dropping onto my bed. "You okay Y/n?" The centre back asks as she looks at me with concern. I just nod lightly before looking down and playing with my fingers. I hear her sigh before she sits down beside me, "Don't listen to Kelley and Emily. They're idiots and they don't understand that not everyone is loud like them. You don't have to do anything your not comfortable with. We just want to make sure that your happy and working hard with the team okay?"

I nod and smile at her before surprising her with a hug which she returns. As she leaves for the bathroom to get ready for bed, I check my phone as the screen lights up with a message.

Are you okay?

I smile at my phone my heart lifting at the thought of the spirit midfielder worried about me. I shake my head ridding it of any thoughts of her remotely returning my feelings and send off a quick message before turning in for the night.

👍🏻

I think after that the team just accepted that's how I was. Kelley and Sonnett although they kept trying they dialed it back no doubt due to the team talking to them. It was only at my second camp that they learned the true reason behind my silence. They were shocked to say the least.

"Yes Clicker!" Tobin laughs as I nutmeg Lindsey before I continue running down the wing. I couldn't help but laugh at the nickname the team gave me. Tobin called me that after practice one day when everytime I wanted the ball I would click my fingers. After that it just stuck with the rest of the team calling me that as well.

Sonnett steps up trying to tackle the ball off of me but I keep close control of the ball and I end up putting Sonnett on her ass before crossing the ball for Christen to volley it into the net.

I grin and jog over and hug Christen before they call an end to practice with my team winning. "That was incredible Clicks!" Tobin laughs as she wraps her arms around me and Christen making the forward laugh, "That was an amazing run Y/n". I blush at their compliments before beaming up at them.

"Better look out for this one Heath. She'll be coming for your title soon" Pinoe jokes. "I hear your starting in the match against Mexico. Are your parents coming to watch?" Ali asks me. The smile on my face drops and I just shake my head. This makes the other frown as well, "Why not?" I just shrug and look down at my cleats digging them into the turf.

Kelley sensing that I was uncomfortable with the topic tries to lighten it up. "Well if you play like you did today then they don't stand a chance. I think the best part was when she put Sonnett on her ass" Kelley sniggered making everyone else laugh while Sonnett pouts. The blonde defender looks at me but I just wink at her making her wrap me in a headlock.

I squirm before I push her off my harshly as I look at her in fear. I pushed her so hard that she fell to the ground making everyone look at us. Emily looks at me bewildered as my breathing starts to get heavy as I out my hand on my neck. I close my eyes trying to calm down enough to get my breathing normal but nothing works.

Next thing I know is someone grabs my hand dragging me away. I let them pull me along wanting to be anywhere else but here at the moment. When we finally stop in the hallway to the dressing room I feel them hug me tightly guiding my head into the crook of their neck. "Hey it's okay. Everything's okay. Your safe I promise. Now I need you to breathe with me okay?" They say soothingly. I recognize her voice instantly and the smell of her perfume relaxes me slightly as I nod into her neck. Her hands rub up and down my back as she coos in my ear, "Follow my breathing. In and out. That's it. That's good Y/n".

I keep following her breathing for a bit longer before it finally goes back to normal and I sink into her embrace. She just holds me a little while longer before she pulls back just enough to look at me, "You okay Y/n?" I just nod finding comfort in her bright blue eyes. "I'm going to bring you to Dawn okay?" She asks and I just nod again.

She takes my hand again but this time walking beside me rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand reassuringly. She brings us over to the sideline where Dawn looks up at us worried, "What wrong Y/n?" I just lean into Rose laying my head on her shoulder as she explains, "Sonnett got her in a headlock and freaked her out a bit".

Dawn looks at me with pity, "I'm getting that triggered it?" I just nod making Rose look at me in concern, "Triggered what?" Before Dawn can say anything the rest of the team come over. "You okay Y/n?" Becky asks looking me up and down. I nod while Alex looks at me, "What happened?"

I sigh and look at Dawn, "Want me to tell them?" I nod and she looks at me softly, "All of it?" I gulp but nod before leaning back into Rose who wraps her arms around me.

Dawn sighs as she looks at the rest of the woman, "Y/n grew up in foster care. She never knew her parents and she was moved around a lot as a kid. She didn't have the best experience living in the system". Dawn pauses for a second before steeling herself and continuing, "In one of those homes it wasn't great. Her foster parents verbally abused her. And one night her foster father attacked her and nearly choked her to death".

Everyone is quiet as they all digest what Dawn has told them. I can feel Rose's arms hold me tighter. "Oh Y/n" Becky breathes out who looks on the verge of tears. Christen who is crying lets out a few sniffles along with some other players. "She's hasn't spoken since then and doctors says that she was so scared and traumatized by it that she developed selective mutism because of it".

Kelley frowns looking extremely guilty, "That's why you haven't talked to us. Because you can't". I just nod while Sonnett looks at me with tears streaming down her face, "I'm so sorry Y/n". Everyone is quiet no one quiet knowing what to say. That is until Rose pulls back from me taking my face in her hands, "This doesn't change anything. Your still the same person as before. This doesn't change who you are".

She looks at me so determined making sure I know she means her words that I can't help but stare back at her in awe. Only tearing my eyes away from her as Becky puts her hand in my shoulder, "She's right. We're your family now".

I start to cry as I pull the two them into a hug which leads to the rest of the team joining in. I nestle my head into Rose's neck as for the first time I finally felt at Home.

And that led them to be extremely protective of me. Whether it be from other teams, fans or the media. They wouldn't tolerate anything negative about me or my unwillingness to speak. Even after 2 years they were still extremely protective of me. They made me feel the safest I've ever felt. And as I sit in my cubbie I realise how important this team is to me.

"Hey, you okay?" Rose asks putting a hand on my leg. I look down at her hand and put my hand on hers and interlock our fingers making the both of us smile.

"I love you guys"

Everyone stops talking and instead looks in our direction looking at me I shock. But I instead just look down at our enjoined hands playing with her fingers like I usually do. "Did you....just talk?" Rose whispers out. I nod and look up to her dazzling cerulean eyes which are starting to water.

"Yeah"

"Oh my god Y/n! You just spoke!" She exclaims picking me up out of the locker and spins me around in her arms making me laugh. Everyone crowds around us as she puts me back down on the ground, "I just wanted to tell you guys how much I love you. Your like my family". Rose cups my cheeks making me smile and hold her wrists, "God I love the sound of your voice".

Not being able to hold myself back any longer I stare deep into her eyes, "Can I kiss you?" Rose lets out a watery laugh before she nods. I waste no time smashing my lips into hers and she happily returns it. As we break away the entire team cheers us on and smiling at us while I smirk down at Rose who's now breathing heavy unable to speak.

"Looks like I left you Speechless"

#rose lavelle imagines #rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader

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itsadamcole · 4 years

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disappearing act

fem!reader x rhea ripley

(requested by @mrsbaszler) “can you do a rhea ripley x fem!reader. where the reader is a UFC fighter so everyone expects her to be mean in real life. but she really is 4’11 and average sized, and is a really big goofball. so rhea introduces reader to the squad as her girlfriend at one of the reader’s fights. and shortly after the reader goes MIA for quite a few months, which worries the the squad. so the squad one day shows up to their house and finds out why the reader has been missing. SPOILER ALERT (she’s pregnant)

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: kind of fluffy, a little angsty

— i know nothing about the UFC so i’m gonna give this a try with some research that i do. i hope it turns out okay :) —

masterlist

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You’re in the octagon against one of the best UFC fighters in the world. Holly Holm. You’ve been putting up a fight but you’re getting tired. Your 2020 undefeated streak is on the line.

After almost forty minutes in the fight, you knock Holly out for the count. You’ve won the fight. You celebrate as it’s announced that you’ve won. You can barely stand up as the crowd cheers for you.

You stumble your way out of the caged octagon and you’re walked back to your locker room.

You get a wet towel and wipe your face as you take off your gloves and tie your hair up in a bun.

There’s a knock on your door and you sigh, wanting to be alone. You do walk over and open the door.

The door opens, revealing the girl you’ve been talking to. Rhea Ripley. NXT superstar and super cute. Behind her stands a few other of the NXT superstars, including Shayna Baszler, Marina Shafir, and Jessamyn Duke.

“Hi,” you say. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Rhea smiles at you says, “We were in town for NXT so we decided to grab tickets and stop by. You looked good in the octagon. You always do.”

You turn all red and say, “Thank you.”

Rhea turns and says, “Y/N, this is my little group of friends. Shayna, Marina, and Jess. Guys, this is Y/N L/N, my girlfriend.”

You blink at Rhea and Marina says, “Nice to finally meet you. Rhea talks about you all the time.”

“Pleasures all mine,” you say. “Please, come in. It’s rude of me to keep you in the hallway.”

The girls walk in. Rhea stands in front of you and asks, “Did you mind that I introduced you to them as my girlfriend?”

You shake your head and say, “Not at all. It has a nice ring to it.”

The taller girl leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips. She has to lean down. You stand at just under five feet and Rhea is five foot sven.

“Look how cute,” Jessamyn says.

You turn all read and pull back from Rhea.

Over the next few weeks, Rhea and the group helps you transition from a UFC fighter into a part-time wrestler. You’ve made small appearances here and there on NXT as a jobber.

One day, you wake up feeling sick. You’re nauseous and you feel like you could throw up at any point. You rush to the bathroom of your small apartment in Las Vegas. You kneel on the ground and wait for something to come up.

Nothing does. You sit for almost an hour when you sigh and get up. You open the medicine cabinet when you see that your birth control is still almost full.

You put your head in your hands and realize why you’re feeling sick all of a sudden.

You’re most likely pregnant. You stopped taking your pills a while ago, two days after you had sex with your ex-boyfriend. You thought you were safe. Apparently not.

No one can know about this. Especially not Rhea, who has told the entire world that you’re in a relationship.

You decide to disappear after telling your bosses what you’ve discovered. They give put you on maternity leave but publicly say that you’re dealing with a family matter.

You stay in touch with Rhea as your pregnancy progresses. You rarely leave your apartment when you begin to show. You make excuses when Rhea asks you out.

You disappear from the public eye. Almost completely. You wear huge shirts and eventually you begin to wear the shorts you wear while you’re in the octagon because your jeans are getting too small to fit your growing belly.

Rhea has noticed that she never sees you anymore. Every time she asks to see you, you always turn it down. Shayna, Marina, and Jess all wonder where you are too. They’re all worried about you.

The four of them decide to take a trip to Vegas to see you.

You’re laying on the couch in a big t-shirt and your shorts. Your eyes are closed when you hear a knock on the door of your apartment.

You get up and sigh, walking to the door. You make sure your belly isn’t noticeable right away. You swing open the door and you see Rhea and the girls.

“Hey, Y/N,” Rhea says. “Are you okay? You’ve been shutting me down everytime I ask to see you.”

You nod and say, “Everything’s okay. I’m just dealing with family stuff so I’ve been busy.”

Rhea says, “You haven’t had any matches in a while. We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You let them in and say, “Everything’s okay. I promise.”

Marina says, “How is everything with your family?”

“Okay,” you say. “My mom just needs my help with her health. Getting back and forth to the hospital. She’s, uh, sick.”

Rhea looks at you and says, “Oh. I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?”

You shake your head and say, “No. I’m dealing with it.”

Jess says, “Since we’re here, do you want to go grab lunch?”

The thought of wearing any of your clothes makes you anxious. You’ve spent 5 months hiding the pregnancy from everyone. You never were able to get maternity clothes.

“Um,” you say. “Give me a few minutes to get changed and we can head out.”

Rhea gets happy and excited as you head back into your bedroom.

You have a little crib and baby area set up in the corner of your room. You quickly close the door so no one can see what’s in your room.

You walk to your closet. You look through and you find a large hoodie and a pair of leggings. You look in the mirror to see that your belly isn’t noticeable at all. You sigh.

The door opens behind you and you jump in surprise. You see Rhea in the doorway. She looks over at the corner of your room where the baby stuff is set up.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Why do you have baby stuff in your room?” she asks.

You look at the stuff then at Rhea and you say, “I, um, I’m hoarding for a friend.”

Rhea says, “You disappear from the public eye, you’ve been avoiding me. What are you hiding?”

You rub your hands together before you pull up the hoodie, exposing your stomach. You’re now five months pregnant. It’s been getting harder and harder to hide your protuding belly. You almost feel relieved when you show Rhea your stomach.

“Y/N,” she says. “Who’s baby is that?”

You pull the hoodie back down and say, “My ex’s. It’s a long story but he’s not in my life anymore. He was sent to prison right after the last time we got together.”

Rhea’s voice rises a bit as she says, “You didn’t tell me? Why didn’t you tell me? Y/N, you should have told me instead of hiding it from me.”

You back away from her a little bit before you say, “I’ve been trying to keep it a secret. This isn’t something that I want out there. Especially not when my ex could come after me when he gets out because it’s his kid.”

Rhea says, “I could have protected you. You should have told me, Y/N.”

You start to cry and you say, “I’m sorry.”

Rhea walks over to you and hugs you. You cry into her chest and she says, “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you. I’m so sorry. Why don’t we just stay in for lunch? I’ll take the next few weeks off from NXT to help you.”

“You’re not mad?” you ask, sniffling.

She shakes her head and says, “Of course not. I’ll help you raise this baby like it’s mine too. I’ll protect you and the baby, Y/N.”

You hug her tightly for a bit before the two of you leave your room.

You and the girls order in lunch and dinner. Rhea stays with you for the night while Jess, Marina, and Shayna all leave to go back to their hotel for the night.

Rhea lays with you in bed that night. The two of you are cuddled up in your bed.

“I’m excited to help you raise the baby, Y/N,” Rhea says to you. “I’m very excited.”

You smile softly and yawn before you start to doze off. You mumble, “I’m excited too. I love you.”

You eventually fall asleep in Rhea’s arms.

— i hope this turned out okay and that you liked it —

#rhea ripley #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley fluff #wwe imagine #wwe fluff #wwe fanfiction #wrestling imagine #wrestling fluff #imagine #imagines #fluff

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Not Like In The Fairy Tales (But Just As Beautiful) (Crygi/Jankie) - Chaoticnachokitten

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27419959

A/N: Heyy:)) I wrote this a few months ago and completely forgot to post it lol. Thanks to @cryshillz for giving me the idea for it and @aqtanawrites for beta-ing<3

Summary: Crystal is just your average high school student, (well, maybe except her makeup and outfit choices), friendly, dreamy and fairly popular. All she wants are her friends, One Direction songs, and maybe a fairy tale esque relationship. Everything would be perfect if it wasn't for that one girl that keeps staring at her with an expression that could kill...

Literally just your typical enemies to lovers high school au:)

It was 6am on a rainy Monday morning. Crystal woke up to the sweet tunes of 'What Makes You Beautiful' by One Direction. She had the habit of using a different One Direction song as her alarm clock every day.

Especially on Mondays she just needed a bit of extra motivation to get up and get ready for school, and that particular song never failed to make her smile, including today.

She slowly got out of bed, and walked up to her closet. It was a beautiful mess of almost offensively bright, colorful clothes. Crystal firmly believed that wearing as many colors as possible was helpful to stay positive all the time. 'Plain' or 'simple' clothing was something she liked to pretend didn't even exist.

Once she was done with picking out her outfit for the day, she went into her bathroom, preparing for her favorite part of her morning routine: her makeup. Firstly, she washed her face, and then applied some products that would hopefully protect her skin from what she was about to do to it. Then, she tried to find all of her needed makeup products. Unfortunately, she had a habit of trying out new looks constantly, and for some reason her products ended up being scattered in the entire bathroom. Her parents had given up on trying to keep the bathroom organized at this point.

After finding everything she needed, which were approximately 50 products, including tons of her beloved glitter, she started with her time consuming but fun painting, blasting her OD playlist to stay in a good mood. Her thoughts drifted around for a bit, eventually settling on the memories of how her high school had tried to get her to dress 'appropriately' and to stop her 'clown like' makeup. At first the teachers had assumed that she would get teased because of her looks, but they had been very wrong. Crystal had such a fun and loveable personality that no one really said anything negative about her, in fact, the only people who teased her about her makeup were her best friends, who obviously didn't mean it. Crystal was friends with just about everyone, except one person.

Crystal quickly tried to think of something else, she didn't want to ruin her morning by thinking about the only person she didn't like.

So, after the teachers had realized that no other student would tell her to stop with her makeup, they tried to threaten her by sending her to the principal's office multiple times. But, since she kept arguing about how she needed to express herself, and because her grades were good, the teachers gave up and her style was tolerated eventually. At least her art teacher loved her creativity.

Crystal checked herself out in the mirror one last time. Her long, curly hair was brushed nicely, it looked all shiny and soft like usual, she was wearing a full face of makeup, around three times the amount of what an average student would wear, and her outfit complemented her makeup nicely. Afterwards she went on her way to her high school, which happened to be just a few minutes away from her home. As always, she had her earphones in so she could continue to listen to her playlist, which she had named 'positive vibes'.

Before entering the big, old, dull building, she removed her earphones as electronic devices were strictly forbidden and had to be stored in the school bags, otherwise a teacher had the right to take them away. It was a stupid and annoying rule, but other than about her personal style, Crystal didn't like getting in trouble, so she just accepted it.

Crystal's morning had been pretty good so far, but of course, the first person she saw in the hallway was the one she didn't like. Her name was Gigi Goode, and, Crystal usually didn't like to swear, the only word that could be used to describe her was a complete bitch. Now, sadly, Gigi was gorgeous, everyone was jealous of her looks. Even after a long P.E lesson she still managed to look perfect, not even a single makeup particle out of place. Gigi exclusively wore expensive makeup and clothes, always looking like she was about to be on the cover of Vogue or something. Not only that, but she was smart too, a straight A student, nothing less ever. She regularly engaged in class, the teachers often used her as a good example. But beyond that, Gigi was also the most conceited person Crystal knew. She seemed to lack any kind of empathy or friendliness. The only thing she seemed to care about was herself and her reputation.

She wasn't really friends with anyone, everyone was intimidated by her. She didn't seem to care for friendships anyway. But Gigi just seemed to hate Crystal for no reason. Everytime Crystal was near Gigi she looked at the ground to avoid the look. Gigi liked to glare at Crystal like she was something unsightly, like a stain on her clothes or a disgusting bug or something along those lines. Nothing out of the ordinary, except today, if anything, Gigi looked at her with an even meaner expression than usual.

"Maybe her favorite brand of lipstick got discontinued," Crystal thought to herself as she searched for her friends, all she had to do was follow the sound. And sure enough, just a few meters away she spotted Jan and Jackie, who were talking about something. Jan seemed to be even more enthusiastic than usual, and Jackie looked slightly concerned.

"...it's a genius plan, I promise! And very easy to execute. We have to show them that they just belong together."

Jan was nearly screaming the last sentence, loud enough to hear clearly for Crystal who was just waiting for their conversation to end as she didn't want to interrupt them. But then, Jan saw Crystal and monitored for her to come.

"Genius plan? Jan, look, I love you very much, but the last time you said that, and canceled our movie night for it-"

"You're still mad about that?" Jan asked with a hint of amusement.

"Let me finish. Last time you had one of your 'genius ideas' you broke into the school with Nicky to save the frogs we were meant to dissect in biology."

"Well, obviously my plan worked because the frogs are now free, and we didn't have to dissect anything!"

Jackie sighed, fighting the smile caused by the adorableness of her girlfriend, and shook her head fondly.

"And I'm very happy about that. However, you and Nicky got detention for a whole month and only very narrowly avoided legal consequences. And you were grounded forever!"

Jan looked at Jackie with huge eyes.

"But..the frogs..they were worth all of that."

Jackie looked at Crystal who had just been listening to the fairly weird conversation. Though that kind of stuff wasn't uncommon for Jan and Jackie at all.

"Crystal, I'm dating an idiot."

Crystal just laughed and then shyly looked at Jan. The girl looked back at her with mock anger. Then she turned her attention back to Jackie.

"Oh, so I'm the idiot now? I would like to remind you of the time when I was still grounded, and you decided to do it like they do it in the movies and attempted to climb up my house to get into my room through the window, just because you wanted to see me..it's not like you see me at school literally every day."

"It was Saturday. And we spent some..quality time that day."

"That was after I quite literally had to pull you up myself after you almost fell down."

Jackie was about to respond when the bell rang as annoyingly as ever, announcing that the first class was about to start. Jan, Jackie, Crystal and, unfortunately for Crystal, Gigi were all in the same class. Jan attempted to leave, but she was pulled back by Jackie.

"No girl, no skipping classes anymore. You'll just get into trouble again."

"But..." Jan started.

"No buts. You're coming with us. Do you need a bit of..extra motivation?"

Jan smirked, getting the hint, and then nodding excitedly.

Jackie hugged her, and then placed a kiss on Jan's soft lips. A few seconds later they were full on making out.

Around a minute later the bell rang again, and the two of them broke apart. Jackie looked at Crystal, who was now staring at the ground, blushing, apologetically.

"Crys, oh my God, I'm so sorry you had to witness that."

"You're not sorry," Jan disagreed.

"It's fine, I'm used to it by now, I know how gross you guys are," Crystal smiled.

"Anyway, let's go, otherwise we'll be late for class," Jackie said in a slightly nervous tone. She hated being late.

Jan sighed.

"And I'm dating the teacher's pet."

Before Jan could try to run away again, Jackie grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her along.

On the way to class, Crystal couldn't help but feel jealous of her friends. Jan and Jackie were just such a cute couple. It wasn't like she was attracted to either of them, it was more that she had the desire to experience the same kind of love they had for each other. She wanted that kind of fairytale fantasy cute relationship, with the occasional playful teasing.

The three of them finally reached the classroom, just in time. Crystal sat down in her usual spot, and got out her needed school supplies. Since the teacher surprisingly wasn't there yet, she checked her phone, scrolling through her social media. Since there wasn't anything too interesting, she switched it off soon again and looked around for a bit. To her horror, she noticed that Gigi was looking at her. But something was weird about it. Crystal could have sworn that Gigi had looked at her with an almost friendly expression...probably as friendly as Gigi was able to, before using the look again. A few seconds later Gigi looked away again. Crystal missed that Gigi was blushing.

Crystal suddenly felt like she had invaded Gigi's personal space. It was stupid, but she felt her face heat up. To try and calm down, she ran a hand through her hair to fix it, even though nothing was wrong with it in the first place before opening her notepad, and started doodling tiny flowers and animals in it so she had something to focus on.

Just when she had calmed down enough to feel as comfortable as she could while being at school, the English teacher entered the room, greeting the students. Crystal looked up for a minute, listening to what the teacher was talking about, before going back to doodling. She was almost always more focused in class while drawing. It was accepted by most teachers, and a real blessing in art class.

Today was different. For some reason, she kept thinking about Gigi, and the way she had seen the unusual behavior of her today. It honestly wouldn't have been a big deal at all, but she had never seen Gigi without that I-accidentally-bit-into-a-lemon glance, and instead looked at Crystal like she was an actual person. Thinking about it caused Crystal to feel an odd, but definitely not unpleasant sensation spreading from her heart. Could it be..?

"No. No, definitely not, not her," she told herself before forcefully turning her attention back to the teacher.

"Okay, so today we'll start with a new topic: presentations. They are very important, you will have to do one in pretty regardless of where you want to work in your later life. Now, we'll work on your confidence first, therefore the topic of the presentation will be up to you. And because teamwork is very important as well, you'll work in groups of two."

The teacher noticed that Jan had raised her hand.

"Yes, Jan?"

"How about we get paired up randomly? Later on in our life we don't get to choose either who we'll have to work with, so this might be some good practice."

The teacher nodded, impressed by Jan's level of maturity, and surprised because the girl usually didn't participate that much.

The rest of the class seemed okay with that idea as all of them got along quite well. Jackie looked at Jan with a surprised look, Jan smiled at her before mouthing "all part of my plan, don't worry."

The teacher resumed.

"Great idea, actually, thanks Jan. Okay, everyone, please take out a piece of paper and write down your names. Then fold it and bring it to my desk."

Jan raised her hand again.

"Yes?"

"Can I please read out the teams?"

"Yeah, sure."

The next few minutes were spent by people asking for paper and pens and then writing down all of the names. Jan hastily scribbled the three letters of her own name before turning her attention to Crystal. She was writing down her name on that obnoxious rainbow colored paper she adored, making the next step of Jan's plan easier.

Then she looked at Gigi. She was using some expensive art paper she usually used to draw gorgeous pictures on. It even felt expensive, so spotting it later on shouldn't be too hard either. Jan couldn't quite believe that her plan was going so smoothly.

Jackie was ready to bring her paper to the teacher's desk, but Jan stopped her before she could do so.

"Wait, I want to be paired up with you. Mark it with a smiley or something," Jan whispered.

Jackie smirked before doing so.

"Fine, miss we-should-work-with-different-people-to-gain-new-experience."

"You'll understand later."

After every piece of paper was on the desk, Jan mixed all of them up to keep up the illusion that every pair would be selected in a fair and completely random way..

Crystal felt someone looking at her. When she looked around, it was Gigi once again. This time she was sure she had seen Gigi's initial expression which had looked almost dreamy before she was back to looking mean again. When Crystal didn't look right away again, Gigi even looked insecure for a split second before hissing "what the hell are you looking at?" before looking away herself.

Crystal was shocked. Had she just seen the usually overly confident Gigi Goode looking...insecure?

She didn't even have time to process everything that had just happened as Jan, who had already paired up quite a few people, called her name.

"Okay so Crystal and.."

Jan tried to make it seem like she was just randomly picking out a piece of paper.

"Gigi."

Crystal's jaw dropped. She didn't dare to look at Gigi. That was the worst team she had ever been in. She was shocked to the point of shivering. She felt her blood running both hot and cold at the same time. And just when she had tried to reason that she could just do her part of the assignment alone, and would just have to do the presentation with Gigi, the teacher spoke up again.

"To ensure you'll actually work together, you will get a grade as a team instead of individual ones. Before you can go, please note that you now have one week to prepare. Since I already wrote down the teams, please don't change them up again. Okay, that's it. Goodbye, see you all tomorrow."

Everyone except Crystal packed up and got ready to leave. Gigi, for once, looked unsettled and left as soon as she could in order to keep up her usual act and not show any emotions. Crystal, on the other hand, was too shocked to do anything other than staring off into space. This was officially the worst day in her life. There was no way she would survive working together with someone who looked like she was about to stab Crystal as soon as they were alone.

Jan pulled her out of her almost trance like state by waving her arms in front of Crystal.

"Hey, are you okay? You don't look good, you're so pale out of the sudden."

Crystal looked at Jan desperately.

"Okay?? No, I'm not 'okay' at all. In case you missed it, I have to work with Gigi out of all people and I can't switch partners...what am I going to do?"

Jan decided to act like she was sorry. In her opinion that drastic measure was necessary to make Crystal and Gigi talk for once, and hopefully that would be enough to make them see that they like each other. Jan had seen the way Gigi looked at Crystal when the latter wasn't aware of it, and she knew that Crystal had a hard time noticing and admitting that she liked someone, due to the fact that she once had her heart broken badly before, and it had taken lots of time and support from her friends to get over it. So, complaining about someone more often than usual was Crystal's way to try and suppress her feelings.

"I'm so sorry Crys, but I'm sure it's going to be fine. And if she's mean to you, I'll make her pay for it, I promise. In fact, I still have that weird hair dye that's supposed to dye your hair purple, but it turned mine green and it took an eternity to get it out again, remember that?"

Crystal forced herself to giggle. She did feel a bit better knowing that Jan would help her if things didn't go smoothly.

"Thanks, Janice, I appreciate it. And honestly, the green didn't look that bad. Besides, you obviously care about green frogs enough to risk legal consequences, so dyeing your hair to match them is just the natural next step."

"I probably shouldn't have told anyone that story, but I would have never thought that saving countless innocent lives would ever be used against me, at least not that frequently. But anyway, ready to leave now?"

Crystal sighed. She really didn't want to see Gigi anymore, at least today.

"What are the chances of Jackie killing you for skipping class one more time with me?"

Jan laughed.

"Unfortunately too high to risk it. Besides, you won't be able to avoid her all week, and if you don't want a bad grade you will have to work with her. Once again, I'm very sorry."

"Okay, fine. And don't apologize Jan, it's not your fault."

Jan had to suppress a smirk. If only she knew..

The rest of the school day surprisingly wasn't that terrible. Gigi didn't look at Crystal at all, not even once, instead she was fully concentrated on engaging as much as usual in each class. Crystal on the other hand didn't care about anything else that moment, she was trying and failing to come up with a way that would make working with Gigi okay. And she sure as hell wouldn't be the one to start the conversation. Since Gigi wasn't satisfied with anything less than an A, she probably would be the one to approach Crystal anyway. Hopefully.

When the school bell rang again, this time to indicate that the day was over, Crystal couldn't wait to get home, she carelessly stuffed her school supplies into her rainbow colored bag and nearly stormed out of the school without even saying goodbye to any of her friends. For once she didn't care about being nice and polite, she just wanted to go home, crawl into her bed, cry, listen to music, and ignore the world around her until she would feel better.

But today some higher force seemed to have something against her. Once she was back home, laying in her bed comfortably, surrounded by her plushies, she decided to check her phone before listening to music. It turned out to be a big mistake. She saw that she had received a message by an unknown number. Usually she would have just ignored and blocked it, but she couldn't. The number had a profile picture, and Crystal immediately recognized it. A pretty girl with perfect skin and shiny brunette hair. Gigi.

She decided that she deserved a break from everything that had happened today, so she turned on airplane mode so she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone anymore, put in her earphones once again, and then clicked on her playlist. She proceeded to close her eyes, trying not to think about anything, just listen to the music instead. She wasn't able to calm down though, even after 30 minutes of trying. The message she had refused to read out of fear earlier seemed to be haunting her. She decided to finally read it.

'Hey, it's Gigi.

It seems like we'll have to work together. I'm sure you're just as interested in a good grade as I am, so I think we should talk things out. Hating each other while trying to give a good presentation will probably not work out, plus we haven't even decided on a topic. So come to my place at 6pm, here is the address.'

Crystal checked the time. She had about an hour left. According to Google, getting to the location would take 45 minutes. She didn't want to make Gigi mad now that it seemed like they would maybe be able to finally work their problems out. She hastily jumped out of her bed, and ran into the bathroom to touch up her makeup as soon as possible.

Thankfully it wasn't terribly smudged or anything, so she was able to go on her way just a few minutes later. That way she would even have a bit of extra time in case she didn't find Gigi's house or if she needed some time to prepare herself mentally for actually ringing the doorbell, which was very likely going to be the case. Crystal had a pretty bad sense of orientation.

Meanwhile, Gigi was anxiously pacing around in her room, checking her makeup and outfit every time she passed a mirror. She had a lot of them in her room. Gigi knew that she was a mess on the inside right now, so it was even more important for her not to show it on the inside. She hoped that her facade that she had built up over the years was enough to hide her emotions from Crystal. The truth was, she wasn't as confident as she pretended to be. In fact, Gigi was a very insecure girl, afraid that someone would see right through her, able to tell just how weak she actually was on the inside. She was scared that people would make fun of her, so she just pushed everyone who tried to befriend her away. Being friends with people had never worked out in the past, instead she had been used and then she had been left with low self esteem and trust issues. Eventually she decided she wouldn't get hurt by people ever again, and that was when she started wearing expensive clothes to intimidate people and flawless makeup as it made her feel like a completely different person, beautiful and confident. Her makeup was like a mask for her as well, a constant reminder that she needed to keep up her facade to remain safe.

Gigi's thoughts were interrupted by the piercing sound of the doorbell. She checked her makeup for what seemed like the 100th time that day, and then went to open the door.

"Hey," Crystal greeted her, looking as nervous and anxious as Gigi felt. For some reason it made her feel better.

"Hey. Thanks for coming. Come in." Gigi managed to keep her usual cool tone despite the fact that she was extremely nervous.

Crystal did as she was told. Unexpectedly, Gigi's house was both huge, almost as big as a mansion, and the furniture looked extremely expensive and beautiful. But since Crystal was also a nervous mess, she wasn't able to focus on anything properly.

Gigi led her into her room (a gigantic one, beautiful and organized, girly but not at all kitschy) and monitored for Crystal to sit down on her bed. Crystal, again, did as she was told, it was her only option as she couldn't even think straight. Gigi carefully sat down next to her. She didn't look at Crystal because she felt like she would break if she did, and instead stared at her ceiling.

"Okay so, I guess I'll explain why I behave the way I do around you. The truth is, I don't hate you. I know you think I do, but I don't. In fact, I'm jealous of you."

Crystal couldn't believe her ears. First of all, Gigi talking about her feelings? And most importantly: How could Gigi Perfect Goode be jealous of her? Crystal bit her tongue to remain silent, the question was burning on her tongue, but she felt like talking wasn't a good idea right now.

"You're so lucky. You get to be yourself. You can wear and act however you want because you're so cute and loveable and everyone wants to be your friend."

Did Gigi just call me cute?

"You don't know what it means to constantly act like a bitch to keep people away from me. And all of that because I'm scared. I'm so scared of being judged. Of being used, of being hurt. I can't handle another person lowering my self esteem to the point where I can't leave the house anymore. It took me months to get where I am today. Why do you think I check my hair and makeup every few minutes? Why do you think I keep staring at you?"

Gigi was getting so emotional that she had to stop talking as her eyes were starting to get as glossy as her perfectly applied lip gloss. She tried taking deep breaths to calm down, but that just made everything worse.

"This is so stupid, I'm sorry…"

"Gigi, please don't call your emotions stupid. It's okay to express your feelings,you've been ignoring them for far too long already. I promise I won't tell anyone. And I know what being hurt feels like, believe me, and being able to talk about my feelings helped me a lot."

Perhaps it were Crystal's words, perhaps Gigi's feelings were too much for her to bottle up anymore, but just a minute later she found herself bawling her eyes out while Crystal had her arms wrapped around her in a protective and comforting way that Gigi actually felt like it was okay for her to cry and let out everything. It was weird, they didn't even really know each other, and surely she wouldn't have expected the meeting with Crystal to go like that at all, but strangely enough it felt so right.

After a solid ten minutes of crying, Gigi was finally starting to calm down. She decided that now, since she had told Crystal her secret already and she had also cried in Crystal's arms, which had probably ruined her pretty makeup/ facade, she had nothing to lose anymore. She freed herself from Crystal's grip, cupped the girl's face, and proceeded to kiss her like she had been wanting to for months. She was fast and aggressive, all of her emotions went into it.

Crystal didn't even think, the kiss felt more than right, so she kissed back just a second later with the same intensity to match Gigi's energy.

It wasn't like the start of her dream fairy tale beginning of a relationship, quite the opposite, actually. Gigi was still crying, Crystal's face was getting wet from the tears, but in that moment she could have cared less about the 'perfect' start of a relationship. What she had right here was just as perfect to her, if not more.

After what could have been seconds, minutes, or even days, both of them were blown away by the intensity of the moment that time didn't matter anymore, they slowly broke apart.

"Crystal I'm so sorry. I didn't know what came over me," Gigi started all of the sudden. She was breathing way too fast.

"Shh, calm down. My only question is, did you mean the kiss? Be honest."

Gigi nodded, looking away.

"I meant it too when I kissed you back."

Gigi looked like a weight had been lifted off of her. Then, she seemed to have an idea.

"I know this is incredibly early, but uhm..I'm alone and my parents won't come back until in a few days, do you maybe want to stay with me for the night? I just want to find out more about the girl I've been secretly admiring for the past few months."

Crystal smiled softly.

"Of course. I would love to know more about the girl that has been hiding every emotion for..I don't even know how long. Tell me what you're feeling, every single one, I want to know all about them. And please don't ever be afraid again to show people your vulnerable side. The world may be terrible, but not every single person is, I promise."

"You're the prime example of that," Gigi said quietly.

"You're still treating me like this even though I was such a terrible person to you...thank you so much Crystal."

With that, they intertwined their fingers, slowly getting closer until their lips touched again. This time it felt different, but just as amazing. It was all slow and tender, and neither of them wanted the moment to end. Maybe it was like in the kitschy fairy tales after all.

#rpdr fanfiction #crystal methyd #gigi goode #jan sport #jackie cox #crygi #jankie #high school au #angst #hurt/comfort #chaoticnachokitten #concrit welcome #s12

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Ex Gon' Give It To Ya

Everytime Gloria invited Javier over to see Manny, I knew it was bad news.

But she insisted every time he came over that "it's good for Manny to see his dad".

That all changed the most recent time he came to visit.

You see, he didn't just come to visit Manny.

He wanted to take Manny with him.

*************************************

There was a knock on the door. ugh I thought, Gloria's ex husband. I hate him.

She came rushing towards the door. I could tell she didn't enjoy his company, but obviously, she thought it was good for him.

But there was something rather odd about the way she looked. She always looked like she was dreading his very appearance at her house, but she looked, rather, nervous to open the door.

I stopped her dead in her tracks. "Gloria, sweetheart, you seem to be anxious about Javier's presence."

"I don't know. I just have this very strange feeling about inviting him over. I've had this feeling for a week, when I got the call from him. He sounded like he was up to no good." She replied.

He pounded on the door again, rude and impatiently.

"We'll be there in a second!" I yelled loudly, my Australian accent kicking in, as usual.

He stopped knocking.

"Well, he's already here, nothing we can do, let's just have him over to visit Manny, and he can leave, and that's it." I assured her.

I didn't want to say anything to her, as I saw the stress she was under, but I was very frustrated at her, and almost wanted to say "Well, had you listened to me, you wouldn't be here".

It was bad enough my friends never listen to me, but my soon to be fiance not listening to me is even worse.

I felt very hurt, but didn't say anything.

She went to the door and took a deep breath, and opened it.

"About damn time," he said "where the hell were you?" He asked, being very rude, again.

She ignored the question, and I came over and shook his hand. I did this every time he came over, but he was always rough with me. My hand was always red and sore afterwards, and sometimes he even squeezed so tightly, I could feel my pulse in my hand.

Manny walked over and hugged his father.

He even looked concerned, almost as if he was sharing the same feeling his mother was.

Javier gave him a very weird looking grin, like he was up to something.

Was Gloria's strange feelings, that may have been shared with Manny, meaning something more than we thought?

*************************************

Everything seemed to be normal. He gave Manny a gift, as always (which bothered me, because it was like he was trying to compete with me, but I'm always going to be the better father), he ate dinner, chatted with us, the usual things he would do.

However, when he left, that bad feeling started to settle on me.

was he up to something? I thought, and what was with that grin he kept giving Manny? He kept staring him down.

*************************************

That night when we settled on the bed, I had nothing on but a pair of boxer shorts, and Gloria had on one of her nightgowns. Everything seemed to be usual. Usual day, usual night, the only thing different was that Javier was over.

So I thought.

In the middle of the night, I had to take a piss. This was normal, as I frequently had to urinate in the middle of the night.

But something was off.

I never noticed how creepy Gloria's house looked in the dark. It was a beautiful house, but right now, it looked creepy.

I wanted a light source, but didn't want to awake Gloria, so, I grabbed my Rick and Morty Portal Gun, put it on silent, and made it so that the light stayed on until I shut it off, rather than turning off automatically.

And as an extra comfort source, I grabbed my Raichu plushie from the bed.

Gloria turned over a little bit, but didn't wake up from me getting my Raichu, and Portal Gun.

I walked across the hall, and went to the bathroom, which was right next to Manny's room, which was right next to Joe's room.

I went in, and set my gun and plushie on the counter right next to the toilet, and lifted the seat up, and did my business. I couldn't help but feel this strange feeling overwhelming me, the same feeling I was getting while Javier was over, but worse.

Way worse.

Once I got done in the bathroom, I grabbed my Portal Gun, and Raichu, and continued walking towards our bedroom.

But the feeling was getting worse as I walked away from the hallway.

For whatever reason, I checked in Manny's room.

good, he's just in his bed, snoring away I thought to myself.

what the hell was I thinking? He was gonna be missing or something?

I went back up to the bedroom, set down the portal gun on to the the dresser, turned it off, set Raichu back on the bed, covered back up, and went back to bed.

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At around 4AM, there was a loud noise throughout the house. It woke both me and Gloria up.

"What was that?" I asked her, rhetorically.

"I don't know, we should go downstairs and see." She replied.

As I walked through the bedroom door, I sensed the same feeling I had while in the bathroom.

We walked down the stairs, where the noise sounded like it came from, and there was nobody there.

I could hear Joe crying upstairs about something.

"I'll get him, you keep looking." She said as she ran back up the stairs.

I kept looking around until I heard the words come out of Joe's mouth.

"Manny's dad came and got him."

"What?" I said back.

"Yeah, he came and took him. I couldn't say anything because he had a gum at my head." He replied, obviously mistaking "gun" for "gum". I always thought it was so cute when Joe talked like a child.

"What kind of wanker points a lethal weapon at a child?" I said.

"Oliver, we've got to go save Manny." Gloria told me, which was the obvious thing to do.

I put on my tan leather jacket, black sweatpants, while Gloria put on her red sweater, and brown skinny jeans.

We made sure to have pockets to hold our guns.

"Let's see here," I started listing off all the guns we had in our gun safe. "Thompson? Nah, that'd jam too much. BAR? Too heavy. We're only killing one guy after all. SPAS-12? That's-" Gloria interrupted.

"Will you just hurry up already? We don't know what Javier could be doing at this moment, I'll just be taking the Glock." She told me.

"Fine, I'll just take the PPSH-41, and the 1911."

We put Joe in the backseat of the car, and were on our way to that dickhead Javier's house.

I wanted to tell Gloria that I knew that inviting him over was a bad idea, but chose not to, as I didn't want to put more stress on her, or even worse, cause an argument. After all, there was a lot of tension.

I started to notice how much of a bad idea it was to put the PPSH on my back, as it started to hurt with the carseat right up against it.

Too late to take care of it now.

The closer we got to the house, the faster I started driving.

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When we finally arrived at the house, we started loading up our guns.

"Papi, just stay here while me and daddy take care of something-" I interrupted her.

"Look, the kid understands what we're doing, no need to sugarcoat it, let's get moving, and take down this cunt, and save our son." Gloria wasn't fond of me swearing in front of Joe, however, I made it up to her by calling Manny "our son", despite me just being his step-father.

We began to walk towards the front door, and I knocked on it, very hard.

I could hear him screaming something in Spanish that I couldn't quite understand.

"Who the fuck is it? And what the fuck do you want?" He yelled in English, this time I understood him.

I tried my best to hide my Australian accent, and said "mail service!"

Gloria stared at me deeply as if she was saying "what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Mail at 5AM?" He replied.

"Told you so." She said, despite not saying anything beforehand.

I gave her the same look she gave me.

I scratched my beard and mustache as I thought of what to say next.

"We're working the nightshift." I finally said, but became concerned as my accent was a teeny bit audible, and because that's obviously not convincing.

"No mail guy comes at-" I interrupted him.

"Goddamnit Javier just open the fucking door!" Gloria gave me an even darker look, as if she was saying "now what's your plan genius?".

"Oliver? What are you doing here?" He asked, trying to sound surprised.

"You know why, give us Manny, and nobody gets hurt." Gloria finally spoke.

"I don't have Manny? What are you talking about?"

I whispered to Gloria, "let's start shooting at the door, then he'll have to open."

She nodded, as in confirmation.

I pulled out the 1911, and she pulled out her Glock, and we started firing shots.

He started yelling in Spanish again. The only thing I could understand was "ay dios mio".

"You brought guns? What the fuck? Okay, I'll open the door, just stop firing!" He said, as he walked over.

I pulled out the PPSH from my back, and put the 1911 back in my jacket pocket.

When he opened the door, I hit him with the butt of the gun.

"You fucking son of a bitch, give us the kid right now!" I yelled as I pointed the sub machine gun at his forehead.

"I dont have him! I told you." He replied.

Just then we heard a scream, coming from, what sounded like a teenage boy.

Gloria and I turned to each other.

"That confirms it." She said.

"Guess it's time to waste this wanker." Just then he pulled out his P-99 from his jeans pocket and stared firing shots. Gloria and I immediately took cover behind his walls at the side of his house. Unfortunately, we were on the opposite sides, making us separated.

He quickly reloaded, and continued shooting.

I nodded at Gloria silently, and then moved my head in the direction of the back of the house. She seemed to get the idea.

We met up at the back, and just before we started discussing the plan, we looked in the window.

Manny was in the chair, tied up, his back turned to us.

"There's Manny. Alright, here's the plan. You run in and get Manny from the chair, I'll shoot this cunt in the leg, and then we'll have some fun with him afterwards." I told her, she didn't say anything, but rather smiled, and nodded.

"That sounds good to you?" I asked, just to confirm with her, despite she clearly agreed.

"Ye-" She began, but then was interrupted by something she saw. Her eyes widened, and looked as if she was about to piss her pants.

I heard a click.

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" I asked rhetorically, knowing the answer.

"Well, it seems you shouldn't have came here, doesn't it?" He said, as he started to hold me by my neck, making me drop my PPSH.

I thought quickly of what to do, and the kicked him right in his balls.

I picked up the gun from the ground, and shot him right in his kneecap.

"Get Manny from the house, I'll take this wanker in with you." She nodded and ran to the door. She didn't go in though, and waited for me to go to the door, and opened it for me.

"Thanks." I said. I gave her a slight kiss on the cheek, just to piss off Javier.

He started yelling in Spanish, for the third time.

I noticed he was bleeding a lot, and it seemed he was hanging on to conciousness. I set him down on the ground, and put pressure on his wound.

"Oh, buddy, you can't die now, we're just getting started." I told him.

I took a look over at Manny, and he looked horrible. He had blood all over his legs and face, and it even looked like he pulled out a few teeth.

This angered me more than I thought it would.

"I see you did a lot worse damage than I thought you did." I said to Javier, as he started making grunting sounds.

Gloria kissed Manny on his forehead, and hugged him tightly, and said something in Spanish to him.

That's what I loved about Gloria, she was such a soft mom.

She took him to the car, and walked back in.

We grabbed Javier, and put him in the chair.

"You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge." I told him as we tied him up.

Gloria looked at me, as she got the reference.

"What are you talking about? You don't have any "street knowledge", the both of you don't". He said.

"Really? You don't get the reference? Straight Outta Compton, by N.W.A.? Niggaz With Attidues?" I asked.

"I don't listen to that garbage you call "rap music"." He said back.

I gasped. "How dare you disrespect the legacy of Dre, Ice Cube, Eazy-E, and everyone else in N.W.A." "That's it." And I grabbed my phone, and played the song.

He screamed, clearly hating it.

"If this is bothering you, holy shit, you're not ready for anything that's about to happen next." I said.

Gloria seemed annoyed. She wasn't very fond of rap herself, but she tolerated it when I was around.

I grabbed my wrench from the trunk of the car, and sang along with the lyrics.

"Straight Outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube."

I started banging the wrench on his legs to the beat of the song.

Gloria, while not being fond of the song, was clearly amused at me beating him to the song.

She then came around and started shooting at his feet.

"Oh God, please stop!" He cried out in pain.

I then grabbed a pair of pliers and pulled out his fingernails.

He continued to cry out in pain.

He was clearly close to death, and so I quickly stopped the song, and put my phone back in my pocket.

I then grabbed the lighter from his cigarette packet, lit up a cigarette, while Gloria grabbed the jerry can from the trunk, and poured gasoline on him. I didn't smoke the cigarette, as I'm not a smoker, but I threw the cigarette on top of him, burning him. We quickly ran out of the house, and got in the car. I started driving back to our house.

"Well, now that that's done, Manny, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm in a lot of pain, but nothing too serious." He replied.

"That's good. But just know, he won't hurt you anymore, now that we took care of him. We'll get you cleaned up at home, and everything is gonna be okay. Can you walk okay? He hit you pretty hard on the legs."

"I can walk fine, it hurts a bit, but I'm fine, you guys came just before he can do anything worse."

"I'm sorry about that kiddo, but he's been taken care of by us." I said.

"Thanks dad." He said.

My face lit up when he said that.

"Did-did you just call me dad?" I asked happily.

"Well, my real dad is nothing to me now, so you're really the real dad I have."

For over two years, he had only called me Oliver, and for the first time, he called me dad.

"I love you son." I told him.

"I love you too." He replied.

"Dad."

Gloria was smiling really hard when she heard this.

I then pulled out my phone.

"Hey Google, play Real Muthaphuckin' G'z by Eazy-E." I told the phone.

"Okay, starting song." The phone said back.

"Oh God." Gloria said as she sighed deeply.

We drove home safely, cleaned off Manny's wounds, and went back to bed after a long exhausting night.

The police came the next day, asking questions about the situation, and Manny showed the officer his injuries.

We were let off scott free, and everyone was happier after that.

#modern family #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #gloria delgado pritchett #gloria pritchett #manny delgado #joe pritchett #modern family fanfic #what's this?#i drew a fanart and wrote a new fanfic all in the time span of two weeks?#that's insane

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amythecinnabunny · 3 years

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Hold On, I Still Want You -- a jatp fic analysis, specifically the jukebox factor

So for those of you who don't know, I wrote a very sad fic with the above title. This will contain major spoilers that I've already posted about and also minor ones from the fic so if you're planning to read the fic, I highly suggest coming back to this post later.

I will also be redoing this analysis once I've completed the sequel -- Come Back, I Still Need You -- because the song is about to take on a whole new meaning with where that lil story is going.

This is also gonna be long af due to reveals of cut scenes and me crying, hence the read more

Let's start with the most obvious point; the whole reason I chose this title in the first place.

Hold on, I still want you -- on it's own with zero context, I read this as begging someone not to leave. You want them around. You want them to stay. However, with context of the fic, this is more everyone in Julie's life begging her to hold on until someone can save her. Initially, I was just looking for something jukebox, but then this sat better with me. Julie is loved by everyone in her life. They're all hoping that she pulls through and survives. They want her to stay with them.

Like that's not sad enough on it's own, I paid attention to the rest of the lyrics for the first time in my life. Who wants to cry?? Me!!!!

Disclaimer: I will be taking things out of context probably

Loving and fighting, accusing, denying

I can't imagine a world with you gone

The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of

I'd be so lost if you left me alone

The second and last lines hit hard. None of them ever expect Julie to leave. Luke thinks of Julie as his whole world. And when she is finally gone, who is the most detached? Yes, Carrie's goin thru it, but Luke actually almost stops playing music. The first few chapters of Come Back make it known that though the boys don't play bad music with Caleb, it is soulless and lifeless and just not them at all.

You locked yourself in the bathroom

Lying on the floor when I break through

I pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

LISTEN. LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN.

Ok so this never made it into the fic and I wasn't really gonna talk about it but it deserves a mention for these lines. Julie's sick, right? And at first it just seems like food poisoning. She's got the symptoms. And she keeps rushing to the bathroom. Duh. It takes a while for the boys to calm down. It's food poisoning but Julie can handle herself, right? By the time people figure it's not food poisoning, Julie's beyond help (they don't know that yet tho)

So there was a piece that got cut of Julie locking herself in the bathroom. She knows herself. She's had food poisoning before. Several times. She knows what food poisoning at its worst feels like. This isn't food poisoning. But by this stage, Julie's already too tired to think straight. This is just before Julie ends up nearly completely bedridden. She's locked herself in the bathroom, terrified of what's actually going on. And usually, when Julie's locked in the bathroom, it's cause she's busy, so none of the guys ever bother her. But she's been in there for almost two hours now and Luke's starting to worry. At first he just stands outside, knocking and calling her name, waiting for her to say she's fine. But due to Julie passing out within the first 20 minutes of staring at her reflection, there's no response. So eventually, Luke just walked through the door to see Julie out cold in the middle of the bathroom. See: "lying on the floor when I break phase through"

You know, quickly followed by "I pull you in to feel your heartbeat; can you hear me screaming please don't leave me?"

I planned to have a moment of Luke experiencing pure panic when he finds Julie on the bathroom floor and because Julie is, y'know, fading ... the boys can't hold her as easy and so I planned to have Luke be unable to find a pulse. Therefore, hysterical panic. Frenzied screaming. Shouting Julie's name and crying for help until his throat is raw and his chest is heavy. Obviously, that got cut.

But it would've been immediately after this that they got Julie to a doctor for "unknown reasons". Previously they'd just visited the family doctor like "hey, bad case of food poisoning, what can she take to speed it up?" But this was like ,,,, ER kind of energy without actually going to the ER. This was also around the time Carrie would've started trying to persuade them to call in an expensive specialist or something.

Fun fact: Can you hear me screaming, please don't leave me is the title of the series as a whole

Skipping the chorus, we get to:

Long endless highway, you're silent beside me

Driving a nightmare I can't escape from

Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading

Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones

Luke isn't driving. But he's in the ambulance with Julie. All four of these lines are pretty much Luke during the ride from Julie's house to the hospital. He's so terrified??? Julie's silent, ice cold. It's all he can do to hope that she isn't already gone. See: "helplessly praying the light isn't fanding"

Then we get to the hospital, another scene that got cut:

They took you away on a table

I pace back and forth as you lay still

They pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me

I cut it because I couldn't write it well enough without wanting to burst into tears everytime and I didn't wanna write it mellow. So instead of this scene, I chose to write Alex and Reggie finding Flynn and following her to the hospital.

So the cut scene would have been them arriving at the hospital. At first, Luke followed Julie all the way through but he couldn't take it and eventually poofed out, pacing up and down the hallway. I didn't know how to get the words out well enough and still be okay after that and since I was gonna kill Julie, I figured you guys didn't need the trauma of Luke's internal monologue as the doctors struggle to save Julie, only for her to be gone before the others even made it to the hospital.

Though ... Julie's goodbye scene wasn't much easier to write.

So I skipped out the chorus before but I'm gonna put it down here:

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you

Because now this is really all that Luke can think about. And he's literally sitting at her bedside, holding her hand, trying to think of some way to save her. And remember, it's also at this moment that we get Luke's verbal confession. He promises that if she survives, he'll tell her again and again how much he loves her. (Well, before Luke accepts her fate and tells her its okay to let go, something he regrets almost instantly and I use to torture you guys with in book 2)

And I'm not doing the last bit of the song because it purely belongs to Come Back, I Still Need You just not in the way you think

If you stuck around this long, congratulations this fic has hurt you as much as it hurt me, let's cry together.

#mara's hold on jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #julie and the fat ones #jatp #jatp fic #song analysis #crying with mara

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barnesbabee · 4 years

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Pay Up iKON Junhoe x READER

I have requests open, so pelase do request away!

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Summary: Unpaid debts from illegal gambling take you to meet the ruthless gang boss whom you owed money to, but how will you paay him?

Pairing: Koo Junhoe (June) x Reader

Words: Several, I’d say

Genre: Smut

A/N: there’s some heavy stuff here, so if you’re not very comfortable with extremes I would advise you to skip this!

“No... Please! Please give me another chance, I promise I can do this I-I’ll do anything!” You begged, tears threatening to fall from your distressed eyes.

“Sorry love, ain’t no breakin’ the rules...”

The big man with the rough beard wearing a heavy-looking leather vest collected the remaining chips on the table, after showing his royal flush.

Your head sunk low. Small whimpers and sniffs could be heard, and although you wouldn’t show your pained expression, all of the men in the room could tell you were crying.

“How are you gonna pay love?”

The rules of this Poker game with a twist were pretty simple: if you didn’t have enough chips to even the ones on the table but still didn’t want to fold, you would write on a paper the ammount still needed and throw it near the chips that represented quantities of money.

You slowly lifted your head. Your eyes looked dead, even though they were crying, and your hair seemed as if it hadn’t known a hairbrush in weeks.

You chuckled at the question. The situation was nowhere near being funny however.

“I-I’m... I’m not. I can’t play this.”

One of the men she had been playing against looked visibly shocked: his head immediately turned to her, his eyes grew twice their size and his mouth opened a little. The man that had received all of the chips stopped counting the plastic pieces to look at the brave girl who had just said that. The rest of the men had a mixture of pity and shock in their expressions.

“Ya done messed up girl... I’m sorry but from here on it ain’t my department no more.” The dealer said, raised his hand, and made a movement with it so as to call over one of the big men all dressed in black that stood by the door.

“This young lady ain’t able to pay, would you escort her to Boss so he could handle it?”

The man said nothing, he simply nodded and walked next to your chair. You stood up calmly and started walking. You weren’t going to fight it, there was no point in trying to run from a gang... She had better luck fleeing the country, but with what money?

“Good luck darlin’ you gonna need it with that man...” One of the other players said, before you left.

After a couple minutes of walking and climbing stairs, they arrived to a hallway that had one door only. The big man knocked on said door.

“Can it wait?” A man yelled in a deep, raspy voice from the inside of the rooms.

The guard looked down at you and then at the door.

“Where would we keep her?”

The question made by the man startled you.

Oh God, what had you walked into!?

But to ease your mind, a sigh was heard.

“Go ahead...” He said from the inside.

The guard finally opened the door, grabbed your arm and pushed you in.

The man in the large room was standing by the big window, looking outside and sipping a glass of whiskey.

He turned around to face you and made a nasty face. You must have looked like a mess...

The man sat behind a desk and stared at you.

“Well, are you going to sit down or will I have to call in the big guy to sit you down?”

You scurried to the chair and took a seat.

The person in front of you seemed a little too young to be the Boss of a gang, but he certainly looked like one: his lip had a scar, and it seemed like it had been busted pretty recently, his cheek was stitched up, his torso and forearms (that were mostly exposed due to the rolled up sleeves and unbottuned white shirt) were painted with permanent ink and his eyes looked like he had never loved anything in his life.

“You’re making me annoyed. Why are you not speaking? We’re not here for a picnic, I don’t think I need to tell you I’m not a fucking fortune teller, I can’t foresee why you’re here.” He told you in a condescending tone.

You were already nervous, and this approach sure as Hell wasn’t happening.

“I can’t pay.” You finally let out.

The man, who was taking another sip of his drink, just raised an eyebrow at you.

“What else is new... We don’t take late payments, so you can choose between finding a way to pay me right now or mysteriously disappearing one day.” He threatened.

You could feel sweat starting to form on your forehead as you swallowed air.

“I can... pay you another way.” You said as you leaned your breasts on top of his desk and bit your lip while winking at the man.

To your surprise, the Boss just rolled his eyes.

“If I accepted every of those requests” he started as he stood up “do you even imagine how many women I would have had by now? I’m sure you can imagine that if I wanted to fuck someone I wouldn’t have a problem. If that was all you had to offer, you may go.”

Your knees suddenly felt weak. No, no, no ,no! This couldn’t possibly be happening! This desperation clouding your mind brought one last idea.

“My life.”

This caught the man’s interest. He turned around and looked at you, whom stood up.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ll give you my life. I’m yours. You’ve had many girls, but I bet you’ve never had one to call your possession. To be whoever you wanted her to be. A costumizable sex slave.”

You could see the man’s lips crack a smirk. The man would have been lying if he said that a “costumizable sex slave” didn’t sound like music to his ears.

He stepped closer to you and put his glass down on his desk.

“You think you can take it?” He asked, as he traced your jaw with his finger.

“Test me.”

The smirk that was once on his lips had turned into a full dirty smile. He looked behind you, and you followed his eyes with your own.

“That’s the bathroom. Fix yourself up and meet me out here once you’re done.”

You smiled a little and hushed to the room. You were quick to find a hairbrush and a towel, which was basically all you needed. You fixed your hair quickly and washed your face. Then, you removed all of your clothes, leaving you only in your red lace underwear. You hadn’t planned for this to happen, but you thanked God you decided to wear something nice under your clothes today.

Once you were happy with your look, you opened the door and stepped out, striking a pose as you stopped.

Junhoe, who was already shirtless took a good look at you and smiled.

“Now we’re talking.”

He called you over using his finger, and like a good girl you obeyed.

“How’s my slave named then?” He asked, while his hands roamed free on your body.

“Y/N. How should I call my master?”

The pet name you called the man made him smile, and feel some type of way down there.

“My name is Junhoe, but I like to hear that pretty mouth call me master.”

As your arms flung around his neck, his hand brought your hips closer together by his large hand tightly groping your ass.

“Your wish is my command master.”

Junhoe groaned and latched his lips onto yours. He didn’t take it slow, quite the opposite, he went as harsh as possible.

When his lips left yours, he started kissing down your jaw and neck. He bit and sucked harshly on your neck, causing you to tangle your fingers in his hair and moan loudly.

“Undress me and suck this cock.” Junhoe whispered in your ear whilst grabbing your cheeks.

“Yes master.”

You got on your knees and undid the belt and zipper of the suit pants. You brought them down, along with his briefs and the man stepped out of the clothing items.

His lenght was standing proudly in front of your face, and you were loving it. You encircled your hands around his cock and spat on it, so you could start by slowly pumping him.

Once you saw him roll his eyes out of pleasure, you licked a stripe along his member and started bobbing your head, following your hand movements.

A couple seconds after, Junhoe grabbed the back of your head and started thursting into your mouth, making you gag on his cock.

Junhoe’s eyes were closed and his mouth was agape. The sounds you were making were the best thing he had heard all month.

As he was about to come he pulled out. The man instructed you to get up, and you oblied. He reached on your back and skillfully unclasped your bra, then removing it.

“On the floor. All fours.”

“Yes master.”

You got on all floors on top of the rug. You felt the man kneel down behind you and pull down the rest of your underwear.

“Open up.” He said, holding your panties balled up near your mouth.

You opened your mouth, only for it to be stuffed with your own underwear.

“Everytime you make a sound, you’ll be punished, understand?”

You spoke a muffled “Yes master”, then earning a sharp pain in your ass.

“What did I say princess?”

Junhoe started by kissing your thigh, then around your core, and when his tongue started pushing in and out of you, oh boy shit got real. You wanted to scream out his name but you knew you couldn’t.

You sunk your head in the rug to try and help your situation, but to your surprise, Junhoe pulled away from your wet pussy and his hand flew across your ass.

“Mantain your position.”

You nodded, and he kept licking long stripes on your womanhood, this time adding three fingers as well, pulling them in and out as fast as he could.

He stopped once more, but only to flip you around, so he could see your face as he played with you pussy like it was his own toy.

Junhoe continued licking you and fingering you. Your face was as red as the walls of the room, and the both of your knew you were about to come.

“Kitten wants to come?”

Junhoe watched you nod impatiently and he smirked. He pulled out his fingers, denying your orgasm. You whined silently at that.

Your master proceeded to remove your “gag” and shoved in your mouth the three fingers that had been on you. You sucked on them, and licked each finger clean, and oh it was a sight to see.

“Oh babydoll, I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Junhoe groaned, as he settled between your legs and slapped your thighs.

“Please master, I can’t wait for your cock to fuck me.”

This was Junhoe’s kryptonite. He pushed into you and pounded you like there was no tomorrow. You were yelling for his name loudly, as he fucked you mercilessly. One of his hands grabbed your thigh, while the other reached for your neck and choked you harshly, adding some new marks to the ones that had been made by his mouth.

You couldn’t handle all of this anymore so you clenched around his hard member and you came, hard. Your mouth let out a loud moan and your legs trembled.

“On your knees.” Junhoe demanded after a couple more thrusts, as he stood up.

You obeyed quickly, and he started pumping his dick near your face.

“Please let me be your cum slut master.”

“Oh my God...” He growled in a low voice and threw his head back.

A few more pumps and he came, spewing his warm liquid all over your face.

The only thing audible in the room were heavy breathings for a while, with the two of you trying to regain your normal breath, but then, Junhoe spoke.

“Welcome to the gang Y/N”

#junhoe #ikon #june #kpop #smut #junhoesmut #ikonsmut #scenario #ikon scenarios #ikon smut #ikon scenario #junhoe scenario #junhoe fanfic #kpop fanfiction

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secretlynestaarcheron · 4 years

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Chapter Seven + Eight

The Selection AU - acotar

Tagged: @justgiu12 @blxckbeaks @justabunchoffandoms @swagbookmaster @my-fan-side @heyitsrhysand @acourtofmarauders

Update: I am trying to upload 2-3 times a week, usually I’ll post the day before I upload so keep an eye out! I am glad everyone has been enjoying this series as much as I have! :)

Chapter Seven: Nesta

As soon as she finished getting ready for bed and began to read her book she heard the siren echo through halls. She threw off her blankets and moved towards the window, she moved her curtain to the side to witness the chaos below. There was black smoke beyond the palace gates, rebels were climbing over the wall and jumping down below to be met with a line of palace guards.

She didn’t waste any time turning around and getting changed, slipping on a pair of pants and tunic, she looked around for her most practical pair of shoes. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest with the thought of every possible outcome. She wondered if they would come to collect them or if they only cared about the safety of the royal family. She could leave and fend for herself. She paced the room, biting her nails as she thinks, she needed to make sure the rest of the girls were safe.

She pauses in front of her window, pulling the curtain away to get a better look at the scene below her. The rebels had stopped climbing the wall, it must have been a small group, it gave her a small sense of hope. The guards outnumbered the rebels in the courtyard but who knew how many had already made it inside.

She couldn’t help but let her mind drift to what happened to them to make them risk their lives to do partake in a rebel attack. She knew what it felt to be fueled with rage. She had felt the wanting before, the wanting to watch the world burn. When her sisters weren’t allowed to attend school anymore because of their caste or how she watched their clothes becoming bigger and bigger as they grew thinner and thinner. She felt empathy towards them, they were fighting for their families, for change in this cruel world.

She blinks the thoughts away, her eye catching one of the rebels, he was standing in the middle of the courtyard as if there wasn’t fighting happening around him. He lifts a hand to remove his mask, winking as she sees his face. A cool creep swept up her spine as her breath caught in her throat. She reaches forward to hold the window frame to steady herself but with a blink of an eye he was gone.

She shuts the certain quickly, wishing she hadn’t looked at all. She must have imagined him. She was feeling sentimental about home and thought him up. She had to move quickly to make sure the other girl’s were okay. She opened her door, the hall dead quiet, as she made her way across the hall. There wasn’t a palace guard in sight.

As she knocks on the door, there's a pause and she wonders if the rest of them were able to get to safety but left her. She shakes her head, she couldn’t think like that, “Sara? It's me, Nesta. Are you okay?” she calls out in a hush tone. She glances down the hall to make sure no one heard her.

The door swings open moments later and Sara pulls her into a hug. “Oh Nesta, I’ve been so scared to leave. I didn’t know what to do,” Sara says, pulling away so Nesta can see her swollen eyes and blotchy cheeks. She had been crying. “Where are the guards?”

“I am not sure,” Nesta replies, taking her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. “We have to act fast, help me get the other girls. We will gather them in your room, as far away from the windows and doors. Try to squeeze into your bathroom or closet, alright?”

Sara looks up at her with wide eyes, sniffling, before nodding. She wraps her robe tightly around herself before moving past Nesta and to the next door. Nesta smiles after her as she moves across the hall to knock on those doors. Sara was obviously scared but she put on a brave face to help Nesta, it was a good quality for a Queen.

The girls moved quickly, bringing blankets and pillows with them as they squeezed into Sara’s bathroom. It was tight but they huddled together to comfort one another anyways. Nesta couldn’t help but be moved by the sight, just earlier the girls had been in competition with one another but right now they were just scared girls being there for one another.

Nesta moves to leave, stopping when a hand wraps around her wrist, she looks down to see Sara looking up at her with wide eyes. “Where are you going?” she asks quietly.

“I need to find guards, I’ll be okay,” Nesta replies with a soft smile. Sara reminded her of her sister Elain, an innocence but with a fueling fire of determination behind her eyes. She moves to stand up but Nesta shakes her head, “No, I need you to stay here. You know the plan, you need to watch over them. Don’t open the door unless the guard says I sent them, okay?”

Sara nods and Nesta reaches over to squeeze her hand before slipping out of the bathroom and out of Saras room. She moved quickly and as quietly as she could, constantly glancing behind her shoulder every second to make sure she wasn’t found.

She found it odd that there were no guards in any of the hallways. She wondered what could have gone wrong to leave them to fend for themselves. She slips in the shadow when she hears voices becoming clearer and louder. It was rebels, yelling for the girls, they were taunting them. She just hoped the girl would be safe, glad that she persuaded them all to be together. The watches the three figures move past her towards where her bedroom was, she sends a quick prayer to whatever god was out there that they would be okay before moving out from her hiding spot.

She falters when she sees the familiar face just inches from where she stood. “Nesta Archeron,” Tomas Mandray sickening sarcastic voice drips with dryness. “I got to say, I didn’t think you would make it. I know you were pretty, for a seven, but who knew you were palace pretty.”

Nesta snarls, she had to be nice to him at work. He tipped pretty well if you weren’t snippy, but now that she would no longer be a waitress or even a seamstress when she became a three she could punch him right now and have little to no repercussions. He was invading the caste right now, she could be rewarded.

“Got nothing to say? Good, because I have a lot,” Tomas retorts, grounding himself in his stance as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I am sure you can guess what’s happening, rebel attack. I’ve been a part of giving intel to the rebels for years now.”

She furrows her brow as she looks at him, “Why are you telling me this?” she asks.

He chuckles, “Because you’re actually intelligent, at least compared to the other girls here,” he says with a slight shrug before continuing, “I need your help. I need someone on the inside getting secrets for me. I already have a few, but they wouldn’t be as good as you.”

Her mind races, as she tries to put together the puzzle pieces. “Someone told you to come tonight, why?” Nesta asks, her curiosity getting the best of her.

He smiles at her and it makes her cringe, “See, I told you you were smart,” he replies, with a nod of approval. “But obviously you need some encouragement, let me give you some clues.” Her eyes widen as he gives her little tidbits of information, her mind racing with the new information.

“See, now you know why there’s a cause,” Tomas replies, and she feels sick to her stomach. “That’s why you need to join me, Nes. I need you to help me bring them down.”

Nesta swallows the lump in her throat, he seemed so normal here, someone she would have been friends with. Someone who understands but everytime she thinks about him she remembers how he treated her back home. Nesta turns when there’s a crash at the hall but when she faces back Tomas is gone and Cassian is walking down the hall towards her.

He pauses mid stride when he sees her but it doesn’t last long, he catches up to her, putting an arm on her back to guide her back towards her room. “What are you doing out? Did you not hear the sirens?” Cassian asks.

She scoffs, “Yeah, I heard them. However, I was not told what to do when I heard them,” she retorts, she moves away from him, his arm dropping from her back and back down to his side. As soon as it was gone she missed the warmth it gave. “There’s eight of us in that hall, I wasn’t going to let any of them get hurt because there wasn’t a palace guard in sight.”

He frowns at that and she feels guilty, she wasn’t even sure it was his fault but she was mad. “Where are they now? Did someone come and get them?” he asks, she notices the worry on his face. She can’t help but feel that Tomas was lying to her.

“They’re all in Sara’s bathroom, at least I hope they are,” Nesta replies, immediately feeling bad that she stopped to talk with Tomas so long, as if she had a chance, but she couldn’t help but feel if she put up a fight she would have run into a guard sooner. She just hopes they are okay.

“That was smart, I am sure Rhysand will be glad to hear of your role in their safety,” Cassian says.

That sparks something within Nesta, she can’t help but feel angry towards him and everyone else in this castle. “So it is true,” she snaps, turning towards him, wanting to whip the surprise expression off of his face. “The rebels hijacked a plan already sent into motion by the King? He wanted to scare us, seek out the strong ones and get rid of the weak links.”

He looks away from her, giving her the answer, it was true. She didn’t know the exact details and didn’t know if she wanted too but the King set them all up, put them all through this for what. She thinks about all the girls crying and sitting in Sara’s bathroom for a ploy done by the King.

He takes a deep breath and turns back towards her, “That was the King’s plan, that’s why there were no guards anywhere near your rooms,” Cassian explains, she’s grateful for the honesty. She didn’t know why he was telling her any of this, he owed her nothing, but she felt relieved. “I didn’t know it was happening until it was already set into motion.”

She nods, feeling guilty for blaming it all on him, it wasn’t his fault. He was just in the dark as they were. He clears his throat before saying, “It was a horrible plan thought up by someone that only thinks of what is best for himself,” Cassian replies, she can hear the irritation in his voice. “But you should be proud, you passed his little test, you were the only one that acted.”

Nesta doesn’t want to think about that, she already talked to Rhysand about their feelings for one another or their lack thereof feelings. “You should know that I knew one of the rebels here tonight,” she retorts, not sure why she’s telling him. This could get her kicked out. She wanted to return his honesty. “Tomas Mandray, he was a patron at a bar I worked at, he tried to recruit me while he was here. He told me there are others giving him intel.”

He eyes her suspiciously, but she doesn’t care, he could believe or not but she was glad that she told him. “You don’t have to believe me but it's the truth,” she replies, pushing the door open to Sara’s room, pausing slightly to turn back and face him, “It was Sara, she gathered the girls and brought them to her bathroom. She deserved the praise more than I do.”

The girls were told to stay in their rooms for the rest of the day, the prince was supposed to come before dinner to talk to them individually. Nesta took note of how each guard and maid that spoke to them told them that it would be okay if they wanted to leave, that the prince understood and would have them home before dinner.

Nesta glances around Sara’s room where the girls were still huddled in small groups, shaken by the events of the day. They had decided to say together, all wanting to be with other people rather than by themselves. “I want to go home,” a voice says from across the room, Nesta turns away from the window to see Caroline. She was short and curvy with dark hair and bright eyes. “I don’t think I could handle this.”

The girl next to her reaches over and grabs her hand, “I am glad you spoke up, I was thinking the same thing,” she says, reaching up to wipe a stray tear, “My first thought was to get under my covers and cry. I can’t imagine being queen and having to deal with this on a daily basis.”

The King got what he wanted, Nesta thought to herself as a few more girls came forward with how they were feeling. At least four of the girls wanted to leave and Nesta knew there were probably others on the other wing wanting to leave as well.

She was feeling discouraged and homesick, she wanted to be with her sisters. Elain would hold her while Feyre tried everything in her power to make her laugh. Maybe she should go home too. There was a sharp knock on the door and the prince walked in. The girls sit up straight, wiping the stray tears and fixing their clothes and hair.

“I am glad to see you all unharmed,” Rhysand says with a nod as he steps into the room. Cassian walks in behind him glancing over the room of the girls until his eye catches hers. He gives her a slight nod before moving his attention to the prince. “I believe that it is all due to one girl here that showed courage when needed.”

All the girls look to one another excitedly, as if they didn’t know who he was referring too.

“Being able to have a clear head in a moment of panic is a good quality to have as a future Queen,” Rhysand glances around before his eyes stop on Sara. Nesta is relieved that Cassian listened to her. “I would like to extend a thank you to Sara, you showed determination and bravery where there were none. I wanted to know if I could speak with you privately,” he says, extending a hand for her.

Sara opens her mouth, turning to find Nesta in the group, when she does she raises a confused eyebrow before turning to the prince. “Actually-,” she begins, but Nesta stands up drawing the attention towards her.

“I would also like to graciously thank Sara, we wouldn’t have all been together to comfort one another without her suggestion.” Nesta says, beginning to clap her hands, the other girls being to say thank you as well. Reaching over to silently congratulate her on her time with the prince.

Sara nods her head towards Nesta in thanks before taking Rhysand’s extended hand and leaving the room. She smiles after them, glad that Sara would get her moment to shine. In the corner of her eye she sees Cassian looking at her but doesn’t get to see why because he brings his attention back to the group.

“As you know, the King does not want to hold you girls against your will. This was a hard time to go through and the King as well as the prince understand if you would like to be with your families during this hard time,” Cassian replies, making sure to look at every girl besides Nesta. “Your maids will be in your room to help you pack if you decide to leave. I hope you all make the best decision for yourself.”

Chapter Eight: Cassian

��Five decided to leave,” Rhysand says, walking into his office that night. He falls into the chair across from Cassian and slouches down, running a hand over his face and groaning. “It could have been worse but that’s five girls that I barely had anytime with.”

Cassian can’t help but hope that the rebel spy decided to send herself home. “Which girls?” Cassian asks, preparing to take a mental note, he would have to look into where they head to next.

Rhysand thinks for a minute, “Gloria and Caroline from three, Ava and Mackenzie from two,-,” he pauses, dropping his hands in his lap, “And Sara.”

Cassian looks up surprised, “Sara, wasn’t she technically your first date of the selection?” he asks, twirling the pen in his hand as he leans back in his chair to look at Rhysand intensely, “Do you really suck at dating that much she pulled herself out of the running?”

“Ha, ha,” Rhysand replies dryly looking at Cassian unamused. “No, she told me on our date that she wasn’t actually the one that rounded everyone up, that she hadn’t even thought to check on the other girls. She only went along with a plan thought up by Nesta.”

Cassian hums in thought, he had his suspicions that it was Nesta, why else would she be the one out trying to find a guard. He wondered why she didn’t want the attention or the praise, unless she wasn’t there for the prince at all. That made him want to assign her the role as spy but why would she tell him about her conversation with Tomas.

“What are you thinking about?” Rhysand asks, leaning forward on his knees to better inspect Cassian.

Cassian sighs, not wanting to lie to his friend but didn’t feel right in telling him that one or more of the girls were spies, that he was looking into the background of every girl here to make sure they wouldn’t murder him in his sleep. “Just thinking about the rebel attacks, how we need to have more guards stationed around the palace but don’t have enough to handle a job like that,” he replies.

“Then you should assign a guard to each girl, that way you aren’t wasting the men around the castle,” Rhysand replies easily. Cassian couldn’t help but smile at his friend, the King made it clear to anyone that would listen that Rhysand wasn’t ready to rule and that Rhysand had a lot to learn before obtaining the crown but Cassian thought the complete opposite.

Cassian also knew that would help keep the spy in check, he could even take a couple rounds to keep a closer eye on the ones he was beginning to grow suspicious of. “That’s a great idea,your majesty,” Cassian replies. “The men could even bring back information about what the ladies are saying about you.”

“Surely nothing interesting, I’ve barely spoken to any of them and the first televised event is tomorrow. I have to cram in at least ten dates in 24 hours,” Rhysand begins, running a hand through his hair, Cassian could feel the anxiety radiating off of him.

Cassian looked at his watch, “You have two hours before curfew. Get asking,” Cassian says encouragingly, “I’ll take care of the security measures and the final report about the attack while you enjoy your second date of the day.”

Rhysand rolls his eyes but stands up, he pauses by the door looking back as he says, “if you were in shoes who would you choose to ask?”

Cassian rolls his eyes as he chuckles, “You don’t want my opinion,” Cassian retorts, “Mine would be strategic and purposefully, I would not follow my heart.”

Rhysand stops and turns towards him beckoning him to continue. “Okay, well, Vanserra is a two she’s already been in the public eye and is used to it. You gain publicity if you end up with her. Tara is from New Asia, a marriage with her would result in an alliance. Even picking someone my Cecilia or Molly who are fours would be beneficial, Cecilia's father is a businessman with a lot of money and power and Molly is Prythians sweetheart,” Cassian explains.

Rhysand nods and Cassian can tell that he hadn’t thought about it like that or tried hard not too. He didn’t have the privilege to do this with his heart. “And someone like Rita? She’s a six, or Nesta?” Rhysand asks.

Cassian wanted to say forget about her for the obvious reason that she might be a spy but he didn’t know that yet. “I don’t know much about Rita, which means the people probably don’t care about her either. She’ll be seen indifferent in the public’s eye, some may like her some may hate her. She won’t bring anything to the table,” he adds.

“And Nesta? She did prove herself today,” Rhysand retorts watching Cassian carefully. Cassian wondered why he was so fascinated by her and why he was irritated that he was.

“She’s a seven, brought here to give the people someone to hope for but they already have the people’s queen with your mother coming from a low caste,” Cassian retorts feeling guilty about the comment, even if she was a traitor she had proven herself to be a strong and intelligent woman. She didn’t deserve to be put into the box of her caste. “You won’t gain anything from a marriage with her.”

Rhysand gave him a tight smile, a new expression etched in his face that he couldn’t quite understand. “Thank you for your input, I have a lot to think about,” Rhysand says with a short nod before moving to leave.

Cassian feels bad as the door shuts and his friend is gone. He didn’t want to be the reason he sent any girl, he wanted Rhysand to feel as if he could pick any girl he’d like. It was the only freedom he had in this whole situation.

~*~

Before meeting up with Rhysand, Cassian had stopped by Amren’s office to see if she would be on board with assigning a few guards to take rotations on each of the girls.

She didn’t want to waste the men, but she also saw the benefit especially with the attacks targeting the selection process. After obtaining her approval he made his way to Rhysand who was already on his third date of the day. He was really trying to squeeze them in before the live interview tonight.

He had taken Cecilia on a moonlight walk through the gardens last night, joined Vanserra for breakfast on her balcony, taught Amelia archery, and was now finishing up a horse back riding lesson with Isla.

Cassian stood by the stairs as Rhysand said goodbye to Isla. She blew him a kiss before turning quickly giggling as she made her way down the hall. “She’s-,” Cassian began, but stops himself quickly, he didn’t want to persuade Rhysand any direction.

“Immature?” Rhysand interjects, filling in the blank of Cassian's sentence. Cassian nods once in agreement. “She’s the youngest in the competition and it shows, I think I’ll have to let her go next elimination.”

“How many are you sending home?” Cassian asks curiously as they move down the hallway towards the women’s room.

Rhysand shrugs, “My father suggests five, but with some sending themselves home I don’t know if that’s too many. It’s only been two days since I’ve truly interacted with them,” he retorts.

Cassian nods, “Well, you already decided Isla wasn’t a fit, perhaps you’ll find four more on your speed dating that don’t seem to click,” Cassian replies optimistically. Usually Rhysand was the hopeful one while Cassian joked about every possibly bad outcome. It was a weird different to have the roles reversed.

“I hate to go so quick but I don’t want the girls to have nothing to talk about on the show, how would that look for me? That I am not devoted? That I am boring?” Rhysand rambles.

Cassian glances at his friend curiously, he hadn’t seen Rhysand spiral like this in a long time. “I don’t think anyone would think you’re boring, you’re a royal. Most find that along very intriguing,” Cassian retorts.

They stop in front of the women’s room door, Rhysand turns towards Cassian. “You’ve been getting better with your pep talks,” Rhysand replies, straightening his suit coat as he waves down a maid.

Cassian rolls his eye as the maid comes running up and curtesy. “Would you mind asking the Queen if she could spare Rita? I’d like to ask her to join me for a picnic by the pond,” Rhysand asks.

The maid nods eagerly as she departs into the room quickly. “Rita, huh?” Cassian replies with a questioning look in his eyes.

“Just because I asked for your opinion doesn’t mean that I had to take it,” Rhysand retorts with an eye roll.

Cassian chuckles as he asks, “So does that mean you’re giving the wildcard a chance?”

Rhysand gives him a dry look, obviously understanding that he was referring to Nesta as the wildcard. “We’ve already been on a date, she was technically my first date if you want to call it that,” Rhysand retorts, “I won't be eliminating her this round.”

Cassian doesn’t have anything to say to that, he couldn’t think of a single joke without it coming across bitter. Why did he care? These girls were for Rhysand, and him alone. Even if Cassian was feeling something towards one of them, which he wasn’t, he couldn’t act upon any feelings.

“Nothing to say about that, huh?” Rhysand chuckles, patting Cassian's shoulder as he continues, “it was in the library, it was short but we truly connected.”

Cassian let’s put a sigh of relief that he doesn’t have to find something to reply with because the door opens and the maid as well as Rita walk out. Rita curtseys, looking only at the prince, as if Cassian wasn’t even there. “You’re majesty,” she says, standing back up looking at him, “You requested to speak with me?”

Rhysand smiles at her and nods as he says, “Yes, I was hoping you would join me for a picnic by the pond, it should be lovely weather.”

Cassian wants to snort, it wasn’t Rhysands fault that he was sheltered and not allowed to talk to any girls growing up because he would take part in a selection but it was all too formal for Cassian's liking. The girls didn’t seem to mind, so at least he had that going for him.

She must have said yes because she loops her arm in his and they move towards the exit. Cassian doesn’t follow, instead standing across from the women’s room on high alert. He had a couple girls in mind that he wanted to watch out for and making sure they all stayed where they were supposed to be would help him narrow down his suspects.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been until Rhysand comes back up the hall saying something to make Rita laugh out loud. He says his goodbye and she disappears back into the women’s room. “Were you waiting for me?” Rhysand retorts, glancing back at him, as he moves down the hall. Cassian takes that as an invitation to follow him and pushes off the wall to walk next to him.

“No, actually, I wanted to keep a close eye on the girls. Who knows how they’re all feeling after the attack yesterday,” Cassian lies smoothly, he was worried about their safety but it wasn’t his main concern at the moment. “How did the date go?”

Rhysand shrugs, “Good conversation, she seems to know what she’s talking about, but I just don’t feel a spark,” he replies. “I was hoping that one of them would come in and I would just have a gut feeling that she was the one.”

“Well, there are plenty of other girls that you haven’t really talked with, perhaps she is still out there,” Cassian assures, feeling a weight lift off his shoulder as he thinks about the girls he’s already spoken with and lacked a connection with.

A maid moves down the hallway towards them quickly, getting into a low curtsey before saying, “Your majesty, the King has requested to see you, he would like to discuss the broadcast tonight.”

Rhysand nods, “Thank you for letting me know, Ann.” Ann bows before hurrying down the hall away from them. “I guess my speed dating has ended, I hope I at least said something interesting that they can bring up.”

Cassian busies himself the rest of the making a rotation schedule for the guards for they would guard each girl, he made sure to add himself so he would have time watching each of them himself. He didn’t have many guards he trusted to give detailed reports so it was better that he do it himself.

“Hey, you watching the interviews?” Amren says, popping into his office as he finishes up the report for the rebel attack. She leans against his door frame watching him intently, “Wouldn’t want to miss the Prince acting like a fool in front of his twenty girlfriends.”

Cassian rolls his eye and retorts, “When are you going to start saying this kind of stuff in front of him, huh?” He stands up nevertheless and puts the folders in his side drawer, locking it, before grabbing his jacket and moving towards Amren.

“I actually like my job, so I think I’ll pass,” Amren replies with an eye roll as they move down the hall together. “I had to send your request for the extra guards to the King, he wasn’t so happy about it but he signed it.”

Cassian rolls his eyes, of course he was upset with even though it was to help with the assignment he gave Cassian. “Good, that could give the girls some peace of mind. I wouldn’t want Rhysand to lose anymore because of the rebels.”

Amren chuckles, shaking her head, “Yeah, I am sure that’s all you care about,” she retorts, eyeing him suspiciously, “I am not really sure what your motive is or if I even want to know, but I know you don’t care that much about Rhysand’s love life.”

“I am not sure you want to know,” Cassian replies, not wanting to bring her into the mess being associated with the King has brought about. “When I finally get out of this place then I’ll let you in on all of the secrets.”

“Can’t wait,” Amren deadpans, pushing open the door to the ballroom, which had been completely changed to fit the interview. There were chairs lined up for a live audience, camera crew were setting up in front of a makeshift stage that had been built today. Three chairs were off to the side while on the other side there were twenty chairs for the girls to sit.

Cassian glances across the room where two guards were escorting maids and off duty guards to their seats. They must have wanted to allow a real life audience but with the lock downs didn’t feel like it was safe enough for them.

He did notice a few journalists weasel their way through the crowd to get front row seats ready to write about any gossip worthy thing that happens throughout the interviews. “How many girls do you think will get stage fright and become a stuttering mess?” Amren asks.

Cassian shakes his head as the girls begin to come in, some look confident as they make their way to a seat while some are more hesitant as they look around at all the cameras. He spots Nesta moving straight towards the back, wearing a simple green gown compared to the rest of the dresses adored by the other girls.

She sits down in the far corner but he doesn’t see any worry or fright on her face, she just didn’t want to be in the center of attention. “You’re cruel,” Cassian retorts, as he glances through the girl, “Some of them do look like they could get sick though.”

“What do you think the King would do if one of them got sick of him? Or on the prince? Would that be an immediate elimination or would they have mercy on the poor girl?” Amren asks, getting up on her toes to look at the girls. “See, that one in the middle, yellow dress.”

Cassian glances over at her, she looks as green as Nesta’s dress and she bit her nails as she looks around wildly. “Five bucks says she gets up and sees herself out before they even begin filming,” Cassian says, smirking at Amren. She was always up for a challenge.

Amren ponders, “I wanna give her the benefit of the doubt and say she will push through, but I doubt it.” She pretends to weigh her options, “Okay, fine. As soon as those cameras are rolling I get the five bucks.”

She extends her hand and he reaches forward the shake on it.

The lights dimmed and the camera crew got into place. Cassian nudges Amren’s shoulder as the girl in the yellow dress begins to shift in her seat. “She’s going to run,” Cassian whispers in the dark.

“And we’re live,” someone yells and the crowd claps as the King, Prince, and Host, Varian.

Varian waves his hand to settle the crowd, as the applause settles, he smiles. “Most of you know me already, but if you’ve been living under a rock, I am Varian the host of Prythian news. I am coming as you live from the ballroom located inside the Palace to give you the inside scoop on all the girls still a part of the selection.”

Cassian glances at Nesta as her frown deepens, he wasn’t sure if it was just because of Varian personality or his commentary. He catches a glimpse of yellow, glancing over to the girl in the middle row who had stood up. She looks over at the King and prince giving them an apologetic smile, “I am so sorry, I can’t do this,” she says before running off the stage and disappearing out into the hallway.

Everyone juse watches after him unsure of what to do next. Varian laughs, bringing the attention back to him, “I didn’t realize that my jokes were that bad.” The group laughs and they quickly move on to the interviews.

Amren looks over at him, “Should I put interest on that five dollars you owe me?” she whispers in between interviews.

He rolls his eyes, slipping a hand in his pocket before handing over the money. “I always follow up on a deal,” he retorts. The interviews move quickly, the girls who were able to go on dates dished on them while the others made a show of the small moments they have had so far and how they’re excited to get to know him better.

Before Varian closes off the episode the King stands up to give a final announcement. “With everything going on I think we could do some celebrations, my brother and his wife as well as my nephew Tamlin will be coming to visit. In honor of them coming we will be throwing a ball of sorts to welcome them, completely run by the ladies still in the selection.”

The girls all look at one another and whisper loudly with one another unsure if they were excited about the dance or worried about having to plan it. He catches Rhysand’s eye who shakes his head, Rhysand obviously didn’t realize his cousin would be coming into town. Cassian wasn’t too thrilled about the reappearance of Tamlin either.

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Hello! If you're taking request,can i have a oneshot/scenario of and angsty prince au! dazai where he falls in love with a maid s/o? the ending is up to you but i'll appreciate it if it ends with fluff,thank you 💖

Secrets and Disbelief

Prince! Dazai

When he first saw the girl dressed in a light blue ankle length dress and a white apron that was clearly dirty, one could say he fell in love at first sight.

He didn’t know her, he had never seen her around the castle, but he knew she was a good soul. He could see it, from his spot in the garden as she walked the path to pass by, he could see the kindness that swirled through her bright orbs and the small smile that decorated her lips.

It was shamed upon for a royal to be with a servant, it was shamed upon for a servant to even speak to a royal unless spoken to. However, Dazai couldn’t seem to find it in himself to care.

After he saw her, he wanted to know so much more about her. He wanted to know her name, her age, her likes and dislikes… everything. She was like a drug to him–he saw her only once and now he’s addicted to her.

The second time he saw her was during dinner. While the royals sat at the table, ready for a luxurious dinner prepared by amazing chefs, she walked out with a tray of expensive glasses filled with a drink requested by the royals.

This time, her white apron was clean and spotless, like dirt had never once touched it. She set the tray on the large table and gently placed a glass in front of everyone. Dazai was last to receive his drink. She set it down in front of him and gave him a gorgeous smile, a smile that had been so bright he felt as is his world had just burst into color, like this was the first time he saw the spontaneous shades of the color wheel.

During dinner, while the rest of the royals spoke carelessly amoung each other, Dazai sat in a stunned silence. He was filled with wonder, she was perfect in his eyes. Those eyes that he thought held kindness really were filled with docile politeness, her smile really gave it all away. He wanted to see it again–see her again.

The third time he saw her was when he officially met her. He walked down the corridor to his bedroom to retire for the night, only to stop when he head a soft, delicate voice echo through the hallway. When he located the voice, he also heard sobs. They came from an open door.

Peeking through the door, silently, he noticed the room was a storage room. Many boxes and crates piled along the walls, the tiles on the floor had been covered in muddy foot prints that seemed to pace around the room.

Off to the side, he finally saw the producers of the voices. A very young maid, who’s dress was almost drenched completely in mud and grime, was sobbing in the arms of… her.

The maid he had fallen in love with was stroking the younger girls hair and speaking softly over her sobs. Her dress that was once clean, but now her sky blue dress and white apron were covered in brown mud from the other maids dress.

She didn’t seem to care she was getting her clothing dirty, all she seemed to care about was the maid who was crying into her chest. Dazai noted that even covered in mud, she looked angelic. Even with a solemn expression, her eyes still held kindness.

Dazai leaned against the wall beside the door, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed as he shamelessly listened to her voice as she spoke calmly to the distressed maid.

Eventually, the sobbing had ceased, the younger maid confessing she must finish her work. He heard soft footsteps walk towards the door and in a panic he had taken his back off the wall and acted nonchalantly, like he was just now passing by.

He saw her step out, his love, with the front of her dress muddy but a smile on her face. She squeaked in surprise when she looked both ways and noticed Dazai standing in the middle of the corridor, with an equally surprised expression.

She bowed respectfully before beginning to walk the opposite way. “Wait!” Dazai finally called after her. He wouldn’t miss this chance to talk to her. She stopped abruptly. Then turned on her heel to face him, looking almost as if she’d seen a ghost. “What’s your name?” He asked, stepping closer to her.

“(First name) (Last name), a maid for the castle, your Royal highness.” She bowed again towards him.

“Is everything ok?” After listening, he knew the concept of what had happened. A young maid had broken a piece of expensive china while cleaning the storage room, causing her to break down crying. To which (First name) had found her and held her for comfort until she was relaxed enough to continue her work. The mud was from her previously working in the garden, to which mud formed after the heavy rainfall earlier in that day.

“Ah, yes, sir.” She spoke in a manner that would seem suspicious to anyone.

Dazai nodded and gave her a smile. “Could you help me with something?”

The maid was glad he didn’t persue the previous question any further, she didn’t have a lie thought up to protect the younger girl from any punishment. She had heard the Prince was extreamly smart, making her wary of ever speaking to him, especially after something like this had happened.

She nodded, “Yes, sir. What is it you need assistance with?”

“I was hoping you could find me a book in the library.” He noticed her shoulder relax, but her eyes never met his. “I don’t remember the name of it, but it has a red cover and a white shape in the middle. I’ve been looking for it but haven’t found it yet.”

The maid nodded again, accepting the task she was given. “I’ll find it for you tomorrow, sir.” He finally saw her smile, but her eyes still never met his.

Dazai thanked her and both walked to opposite ways down the corridor. Dazai felt his heart flutter, he had never felt this way before, but he was more than happy he was able to finally speak to the woman he had fallen in love with.

The following morning, a butler prepared Dazai his bath and helped him get dressed. The butler left the room to attend to something else, but reminded Dazai of breakfast in the dining room for him.

Soon, Dazai opened his door only to be met by her. She quickly bowed her head, a few books stacked in her arms. “Your Royal highness,” she looked towards him, “I’ve found a few books that match your description.”

Dazai felt butterflies fly around in his empty stomach. “That’s great, come in, I’ll look through them.” He was glad his room was clean to avoid embarrassment, though it was normally always clean thanks to the servants. It was large, with a door to a bathroom on the right, a large window and bed, and a desk and dresser off to the left wall.

Dazai led her to the bed, and she hesitantly placed them on the fluffy blanket. Dazai looked through them, a small variety of red and white books. Finally, he found the one that fit his tastes. ‘A Complete Guide To Suicide’. “This is it, thank you, (First name)!” He held the book up, admiring it and giving a side glance to see his love.

She bowed, a smile on her lips that made Dazai feel like he was in Heaven. “I’ll take the rest back to the library, then, Sir.” She gathered the other books in her arms and began walking towards the door.

Dazai panicked, not wanting her to leave so soon. “Wait!” He called out to her. “I have one more thing I need help with.”

She turned around before reaching the door. “What is it, sir?”

His eyes filtered towards his open dresser drawer and quickly ran towards it. He held up a tunic similar to the one he had on at the moment, except with a different color embroidery. “Would I look better with the blue stripes or the green?” He smiled sheepishly.

The tunics were the same except for the three stripes of blue and green on each sleeve. “Uhm…” the maid’s eyes drifted quickly back and forth between the two tunics. “I think the blue, sir.”

Dazai smiled and thanked her. Once she left the room, he quickly changed into the tunic with blue embroidery. He looked in the mirror and smiled before heading out to the dining room for breakfast.

For around a month or so, Dazai has been asking for help front the maid he fell in love with everytime he ran into her. From judging his clothes, to reading for him, to teaching him about the various flora in the garden.

Every moment he spent with her only made him fall deeper in love, but he knew it could never happen. It wouldn’t stop him from trying, though.

Dazai had requested her presence in the morning–like most other mornings–to chose his clothing for the day. Most of the time he’d be fully dressed and ready for the day, but would ask for her opinion on what would look better.

(First name) gently knocked on the door to his chamber. She heard quick footfall before the door opened to reveal Dazai who was smiling brightly. “Good morning, your Royal highness–”

“Dazai.” The prince smiled at her, correcting her. She looked at him confused before he spoke to her again. “You can can call me Dazai now.”

He had wanted to hear her call him by his name, not a royal title, for a while now. “S-Sir, I can’t. It’s against the rules.”

“Then I’ll make a new rule. You, and only you, can call me by my name now.” He smiled brighter and pulled her into his room.

Despite how much Dazai would joke around with (First name), she saw the seriousness in his eyes and and heard it in his voice. He didn’t want her to use formalities with him anymore.

“(First name), I want to ask you something.” Dazai started, staring into those docile eyes of hers. “I’ve been in love with you for a while now, and I wanted to ask if you’d be mine?”

The maid stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape. “I-I…” she stuttered before looking down at her feet. She saw how serious he was. He wasn’t joking around like he’d do most of the time, she could tell.

The month he’s been requesting her presence, she had slowly began to fall in love with the prince as well. She had heard about his joking, odd nature before officially meeting him, which only intrigued her.

And now, here stood a prince confessing his love for a servant. “Dazai…” She thought it felt weird saying his name. “I… feel the same–but we can’t—”

Dazai’s arms had wrapped around her, pulling her close to him. He rest his head on hers. “I don’t care about that. People can hate it all they want, but I won’t care.”

She gave in and relaxed in his arms, her body losing the tense stiffness she always had around him. “We could both get in a lot of trouble.” She whispered to him.

“And that doesn’t matter to me.” Dazai replied. “We can keep it a secret if you’d like. That way I can be with you but no one but us will know.”

(First name) pushes back in Dazai’s arms. “Are you being serious, or are you joking around?” She knew the answer and so did he, but she wanted clarification from him before committing herself to something as risky as this.

“Completely serious.” He smiled before pulling her back into a warm hug.

Although they both knew the consequences for their newfound relationship, neither of them would trade the moments they shared together for anything.

Hello! I don’t think this turned out very well so apologies if you didn’t like it. I don’t think I portrayed Dazai’s character correctly nor do I think there was enough angst. I’ve never written or read and au’s so I hope this works. Hope you have a wonderful day!

#osamu dazai #dazai x reader #prince dazai #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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Teasing Tadashi fic 😊💘💝

I swear I was writing this before chapter 9 came out! At first this was supposed to be more angsty until I remembered that I suck at writing angst and that... I don't enjoy writing it as much as reading it from someone else soooo... have fluff!!!💖💕 in the original script Scholar, Ellie, Tyler and Axel had formed an "alliance" to prank Tadashi. But after a while he started feeling like they hated him and that he was getting bullied, I almost made him cry then I was like "nope. nu-huh. I can't write this." Of course there was comfort at the end with them apologizing and Scholar explaining that the reason why she was messing with his so much was because she had a crush on him and had no idea how to deal with it.

Uhh... anyway! To brighten up I made this and I'm much more happier with it! Well you guys know the drill, last time I wrote Scholar as a he so Scholar is a she again in this one. And I realized that I'm switching only between the she/her and he/him pronouns but that's because I'm not confident in using they/them, I'm scared that if there's a group of people in my fic, it'll be confusing because the readers will think "wait, is it the group of people or is it Scholar that the narrator is talking about?" It may be a really stupid reason but this is the type of thing I'm sure I can mess up with because I'm a dummy dum 😖

Also, Layelle's super cute drabble inspired me (*cough* @arlingtonssweetheart *cough*) so this fic will have a lil bit of Japanese too. And it'll be written like this. This fic is about 2000 words long and for some reason I wasn't able to put a "read more" like usual... probably because I'm on mobile. I'm terribly sorry about that! You guys will have to scroll through all of that... 😖

edit: I added the “read more” thingy!

Okay! Enough rambling!! Please Enjoy! ✊😍🤗

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When she met him, Scholar knew right away just how fun it would be to mess with the student body president. His back was always arched and he spoke in a slightly presumptuous manner. He had a very confident walk, he always knew exactly where he was going and his handshake was very solid. He was overall a really proud and level-headed person... which would make it really satisfying if he were to lose that pride even if it was just for a few seconds.

Scholar's intention wasn't to bully him, of course. At least not in a mean way. But whenever she got the chance to tease him, she took it. At first she wasn't making a conscious effort out of it but gradually, as time went by, her head started filling up and she would always think about Tadashi. It was becoming harder and harder to focus in class with the target of her affection seated right next to her. However, she at least had the decency to wait until the end of the lesson for the teasing, she didn't want him to think that she was being a bother.

"Tadashi, teach me something in Japanese."

Without any warning, Scholar whispered in his ear and as expected, he got a jolt. Tadashi would definitely be the type of person to use ASMR to fall asleep, his sense of hearing is so sharp. With how close her face was he wasn't able to look at her in the eye and answered while still looking ahead.

"What do you want to know?"

Scholar backed away from Tadashi's personal space and smiled warmly. However instead of smiling back, Tadashi got chills down his spine. He knew that this was the smile she always used before teasing him in ridiculous and sappy ways.

"Tell me how to say "you're beautiful" pretty pleaaase?"

He already knew where this was going, yet he answered anyway.

"You're beautiful"

"Aww... thank you"

He knew this was coming. He knew and yet he still blushed and became red like a beet while Scholar looked really proud of herself, as if she had just pulled off the smoothest move even though it was really absurd.

"You're being so silly right now..."

He was trying his hardest to act like he was reading through his notes, but really, he just wanted his blush to disappear as soon as possible. Lately, because of Alistair's words he had become even more self-conscious than before. His friend's remark crawled back into his mind and it wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"Dude. You obviously have a crush on her."

You obviously have a crush on her.

You obviously have a crush on her...

You have a crush on her.

As always, he wasn't able to calm down at all or to fool Scholar with his lackluster acting skills. Or more precisely, his nonexistent acting skills. Scholar crossed her arms on the desk and put her chin down on them while still gazing at him. From the corner of his eyes, Tadashi could see her still staring and it made him even more nervous.

"S-Scholar... please, stop staring at me. It's distracting me."

Scholar swiftly poked Tadashi's cheek with her finger and hid her fond smile with her other arm, she almost had her face buried in it.

"And you're the one to say that? I'm always distracted by how cute you are all the time Mister student body president."

"I-I am not cute. And please move your finger away from my cheek."

That was a complete lie. Even though he was really embarrassed about doing stuff like this in public, he loved getting teased by Scholar and most of all, physical contact. Had he not been so stuck-up and shy, he would hug Scholar the next time they would be alone together, but everytime they were he got too prideful. Or rather, he would feel really embarrassed and hurt if Scholar, for some reason, pushed him away or laughed at his open display of affection. Whenever he was with Scholar, all kinds of cheesy thoughts would fill up in his mind. I want to hug her, I want to hold her hand, I want to snuggle with her, I want to...

......

And the bell rang, it was time for the next and last period of the day. Scholar gently pulled on his cheek like he was a little kid and moved her hand away to pack her bag. She had to move to another classroom. Unfortunately, they did not have the last lesson of the day together.

"See you later Dashi! And you better not forget what I asked of you yesterday, okay?"

"I-I haven't forgotten! See you soon..."

That's right. It was February 14th today. It wasn't rare of Scholar to invite him to hang out after school but today was a tad bit different. He knew it was stupid to get his hopes up but he really couldn't focus on anything at all. The text message he received yesterday was stuck in his mind. It was a simple "let's meet up in front of the school entrance when the last bell rings" and thankfully, since he can't stutter through texts, he replied with a really composed "Alright, I'll be there." And yet, words couldn't express how frustarted he was the whole day. He didn't follow anything at all in class, he just took notes of random things that sounded important in between his monologues. It was like he was daydreaming 8 hours in a row.

By the end of it he didn't care anymore. He'll just ask Alistair for his notes or something, he'll figure it out. When the last bell rang, Tadashi was the first one to leave the classroom. His classmates of the business, commerce and politics department looked at him in shock. They were already whispering behind his back as he was leaving in a hurry.

"...Maybe he really wanted to go to the bathroom?"

"That must be it!"

But no. He did have butterflies in his stomach but it was not because he wanted to go to the bathroom. He rushed to the school entrance. Now that he thinks about it, this is a weird meeting spot. Usually Scholar would ask him to meet up in the garden or in the cafeteria lounge. Honestly, this was a really awkward place. In a couple of seconds, hundreds of students would rush out to go to their rooms in the dorms and drop their school bags on the ground like dumbbells. Is she going to tease him in front of all the students of this school? God please no. While Tadashi was lost in his thoughts, Scholar came out of... the garden. With a bouquet of red roses.

"You're awfully early Tadashi, did you run to get here? You do know that it's against the school rules to run in the hallways, right? You're not being a really good role model Prez."

But Tadashi didn't listen anymore. All he saw was the huge roses and Scholar holding them with a small blush on her cheeks. Was she seriously about to confess to him in this open space? How did she even have enough time to go fetch the roses? The bell just rang about 30 seconds ago! Could it be possible that she begged Dr.Lee to let her go 5 minutes earlier than usual? ...Well, no matter how she pulled that off, Tadashi was achieving new shades of reds right now. On his face of course.

"I-I apologize if I have the wrong idea but... those roses, are they for me?"

A few students started getting out of the building, and they couldn't just pass next to the scene that was unfolding before their eyes. One by one, they would slowly make a circle around them. Scholar extended her arms towards Tadashi, holding the bouquet with both hands.

"For who else would it be?"

Before Tadashi could even mutter a "thank you" and take the flowers, in a really unnatural manner, Scholar let go of it and the roses fell to the ground.

"Oops! I'm soooo sorry!"

But Tadashi was too submerged in emotion to even notice the bad acting, and so, just as planned, he got down on one knee and took the bouquet. At this point, more and more students were coming out of the school building and like all the others, they were making a circle around them. The small gathering of students soon became a herd, and all eyes were on Tadashi, kneeling down with a bouquet of roses. To make this moment last a bit longer, Scholar stepped on his left foot.

"Umm... Scholar, I have to get up. Move your foot away."

Poor little Tadashi still hadn't caught on what was happening and he looked up towards Scholar, only to see that warm smile again. The one she used when she was teasing him, and he once again got shivers down his spine. After that he looked around. And immediately regretted it. Practically half of the school was gathered around them, watching the scene in awe. That's when Tadashi finally understood what had happened. No matter how you look at it, it seemed like Tadashi was the one confessing his feelings to Scholar, even though it was supposed to be the other way around. One knee on the ground, bouquet of red roses in hand, looking up at Scholar and most of all looking mortified. Not to mention it was February 14th so of course it couldn't be taken in any other way. Tadashi was done for. Only the first few students knew that Scholar was originally the one holding the bouquet, the majority who came later had the wrong idea. And it was all according to Scholar's plan.

Tadashi cursed under his breath.

"Dammit. She got me again..."

As for the lively students, the loud whispers couldn't be stopped.

"Oh my God. I knew it, it was so obvious that Tadashi had a crush on this scholarship student."

"I see them hanging out together in the garden and in the cafeteria lounge almost everyday, do they think they're being discreet?"

"Fuck, where's my phone? I gotta film this..."

"I never thought Mister Prez was the type to pull off that kind of thing, he has balls, that's for sure."

"Duuuuude. What a show-off! I bet he's pressuring her into accepting his feelings, that's why he did it here."

"Not a surprise. The crowd will put more pressure on her and it'll be hard to refuse, Tadashi that witty bastard! Using all of his assets in this way is so not fair!"

Tadashi was mentally begging for Scholar to let him run away from here. When they got surrounded by enough people to her liking, she took the bouquet out of his hands and removed her foot which allowed him to stand up again. Of course, the crowd cheered and whistled thinking that she had just accepted the confession while it was not it at all. Scholar grabbed Tadashi's hand and ran with him to the garden by pushing through the herd of students. Someone screamed "DON'T DO ANYTHING RAUNCHY IN THE GARDEN! USE PROTECTION KIDS!"

That voice... goddammit. It was definitely Raquel. Great. Tadashi looked like he was in physical pain from thinking about what kind of reactions his friends would have after this.

Once they reached their usual spot in the garden, Scholar gave back the flowers to Tadashi. He was panting and still red as a beet. Thankfully, the crowd had the decency to not follow them but they still ran just in case.

"Agh... Scholar... I... cannot believe what you just pulled on me. I got bamboozled so hard, I'm mad at myself for letting my guard down. And here I thought that you wouldn't tease me at least in a serious moment like this."

"Haha... All according to keikaku."

"Oh my God... I can't fucking believe you would do this to me."

"I can."

Tadashi looked so drained, like 5 years just got sucked out of him in a few seconds. That embarrassement, he would remember it until the day he dies. Now everybody thinks that he has a huge crush on Scholar and that they're dating... Not that they're wrong but still!

"We... wait. Scholar, does it mean that we're dating now?"

Suddenly, Scholar looked a little bit vulnerable, she was planning this for a while now so she was mentally prepared but it was still nerve-wrecking in a way. Tadashi wasn't the most self-aware person out there. Or to be more accurate: he was dense at a unimaginable level.

"You... don't want to? You don't like me?"

"What?! N-no! Of course I like you! More than like I..."

He really wanted to say it. He really did, but using the word "love" right away, would that freak her out? He didn't want to make any missteps nor scare her away the really first day of them dating.

"N-nevermind that! Does it mean that all this time when you were teasing me, that was actually fliritng?"

There it is. The dense Tadashi. Scholar mentally facepalmed herself so hard.

"I've been trying to flirt with you for the past 5 months but thanks for noticing I guess."

Tadashi was reminded of all of the times Scholar would tirelessly pick on him, mess with him, make fun of him and borderline bully him. Had he not known the type of brilliant and kind person she really was, he could've easily mistook all of it as her messing around with him to be annoying. Thankfully, even though he was as dense as a brick, he was at least able to understand and make that distinction: she was obviously not trying to be a jerk.

"Oh... Oh... I see. But you could've been more direct! How was I supposed to understand that this was f-flirting??"

"Dashi. Sweetie. The only way for me to be more direct than that would've been yelling at the top of my lungs that I love you... You didn't like the teasing-flirting?"

Tadashi shook his head almost violently.

"N-NO! Absolutely not, I like it... I think... no uh. I definitely like it! Actually if we could, um..."

He opened his arms and looked down in shame with an obvious blush on his face.

"C-can I have a hug... please? It would make me happy..."

This was the most adorable thing Tadashi had ever done. Scholar immediately jumped in his arms, the poor boy had already been teased a whole lot today. While Scholar buried her face in his chest, Tadashi was holding her as tightly as he could. After a couple of seconds, they let go of eachother and tried to look as unfazed as they could even though there was no use hiding their feelings anymore. Scholar was the one to end the silence.

"Well... Now that we're dating, you know what we have to do, right?"

Tadashi was slightly fidgeting with the bouquet still in his hand.

"Um... We hold hands and we go back to the dorms to spend some quality time in your room?"

"Yes! And then we fuck"

The romantic atmosphere was thrown out of the window. This was obviously a joke to lighten up the mood but Tadashi did not appreciate that.

"Who taught you that?? And more importantly, stop learning Japanese just to tease me!!"

Nonetheless, they made their way back to the dorms under the curious gazes of the students while holding hands, like promised. The news already got around the school: Scholar and Tadashi are dating.

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Aaaayy! It's done! *Clap👏 clap👏 clap👏* This was really fun for me since, well... I love teasing Tadashi 😂 (but who doesn't?) This is the ultimate proof that I like this blushy boi. Hope you didn't cringe! Because I'm sure I will when I read it again in a few days... On a side note, sorry if the February 14th thing was too sudden or out of nowhere, but to be fair the SE team gave us a Halloween chapter in May sooo... whatever! It was Halloween 2 days ago and now it's Valentines day! Deal with it! Also, the biggest plot hole of this fic is that Karolina didn't do shit to stop Scholar and Tadashi from their Miracle Romance🌟🌙 (Sailor moon ref 👌) but I wanted this to be a simple fic without any drama.

Aaaand that's all I had to say! Thank you for reading!!! 💖💗

#sweet elite #se #tadashi nakano #fanfiction #fanfic

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wreckofawriter · 5 years

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It's Never Fair

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggleborn!reader

Word Count: 2,057

Warnings: Mentions blood, torture and being held in captivity. Angsty.

Request: Hi! Can I request an imagine where the reader was trapped in the malfoy manor at one point and kind of has ptsd and claustrophobia, and years later she's working at the ministry and so is draco. they get stuck in an elevator and she has a panic attack and Draco helps her and she reveals why she has ptsd and claustrophobia? sorry the request is so long!

A/n: Okay so I changed it a tiny bit because i was struggling but it's pretty much the same thing anyway, hope u guys like it!

Darkness consumed you as you lay in that cold cot again. You could feel the fear seeping through your pores as your body shivered with cold. Your sobs echoed off the walls of the small room, your own voice bounced back at you driving you mad. You leaned over the side of the cot and wretched over the side. You hadn't eaten in days; there was nothing for you to throw up. You could taste blood in your mouth and feel it running down your arm. You went stiff hearing footsteps descending to the dungeon.

"No please no." You begged pulling yourself into the corner, "Please dear Merlin no." You knew what was coming and you wanted to do anything to get away from it. You could already feel the pain that would be cursed upon you in a matter of minutes.

You screamed out when the door opened slowly revealing the platinum blonde you were cowering from. You felt his cold hand clasp around your wrist and-

You awoke with a hoarse scream, a cold sweat covering your shivering body. You felt tears prick at your eyes as you attempted to slow your breaths.

Once you finally calmed down you glanced at the clock that sat beside your bed. You sighed pushing your blankets off you and heading towards your bathroom.

You took a quick shower, attempting to wash away memories with the warm water. You got dressed in silence, eat breakfast the same way. You then apperated out front of the doors to the ministry of magic.

You entered the building, the scent of fresh ink and burning wood greeting you. You walked quickly down the hallway greeting the security guard showing your identification card and heading towards the elevators.

You had always hated elevator, well that's not true. You hated elevators since an extremely terrible 4 months five years ago.

They made you feel like the walls were caving in on you, everytime you entered one you could feel your heart rate pick up and your breathing quicken, they made you want to vomit. But climbing seventeen flights of stairs every morning simply wasn't an option so you suffered in silence telling yourself it would all be over soon and you would step out into the hallway and you would be free.

You were relieved when the first elevator to rach you had only one other person in it. This wasn't too rare considering it was only 5:00 in the morning.

You offered a small smile to the stranger barley offering a glance before you entered the small space taking a deep breath and pressing the button with a small '17' engraved onto it.

You then retreated to the corner and tried to focus on anything besides the lack of space. You listened to the hum of the elevator and found yourself glancing at the stranger beside you.

His hair was a brilliantly white blonde reminding you of someone you attempted to forget. His stunning grey eyes were glued to a piece of paper he was reading, his jawline sharp and precise. He was so familiar yet so different.

It wasn't until the door opened and a woman with dark hair entered the elevator that you realized who it was.

Your hand flew to your mouth to cover the gasp that fell from it. The woman glanced at you in confusion, you mumbled an apology to her before she exited the elevator and you began to move upward once again.

Your eyes moved back to Draco. He look much different than he had in school, his face was less mocking and more calm. His eyes softer, kinder than before.

Your thoughts were cut off by a sudden jerk of the elevator before it stopped moving completely.

Your eyes darted to the door willing it to pop open and reveal, a long hallway with high walls, blue and gold carpeting covering its floor. It would smell like oak wood and old papers and you would be free. The doors granted no such dream and instead plunged you into a nightmare.

You could feel your breath quicken as you glanced around the tiny room suddenly feeling like you were running out of oxygen.

"What the hell?" Draco grumbled next to you, walking to the buttons pressing a few before giving up.

He sighed loudly and turned to you, he had been aware of your presence before, but he had never looked at you. He was immediately taken aback by your beauty.

Your y/h/l y/h/c hair framed your face neatly, your y/e/c eyes wide and slightly panicked. You were wearing a tight navy blue pencil skirt with a white buttoned shirt, the top button undone. You looked strangely familiar, like he had known you years before.

He gulped, the idea of being stuck in a confined space with you making him blush.

"Looks like we're stuck between floors, they should come get us in an hour or so." Draco saw your eyes widen and fill with fear.

"S-stuck?" You stuttered out you felt your throat tighten, fighting against your words.

"Yeah, they should get us out soon though." Draco explained confused by your reaction.

Your heart was racing and you could feel the room shrink around you, the lights seemed to dim as your head pounded behind your eyes.

Suddenly you were back on that cot, tired and hungry and scared. Your sobs echoing off the cold walls, bouncing right back at you like a broken record.

You slid to the floor, hands on either side of you gripping the carpet that felt so much like that dreadful mattress.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked in confusion as a sob wrenched from your pink lips. But you couldn't hear him, all you could hear was the sound of footsteps on the cold stone stairs. You could hear the way they echoed off the walls mixing with your cries to create a sick symphony of personal horrors.

He was at the door, there was a click of a lock, the squeak of the hinges reminding you of a high pitched scream. The door clanged harshly onto the stone wall.

"No no no, please no." You begged.

Draco looked at you, unsure of what to do.

He walked over to you bending down to your level, his hand grabbed your wrist, his cold hands closing around you.

"Get away from me Lucius!" You screamed your voice raw, filled with fear.

Draco released you immediately, he stumbled backwards, leaning against the cool metal wall of the elevator.

His eyes widened as you shrunk away from him in fear. You had said his father's name. You had called him his he father, now he felt like crying. Why would you call him his father? Then it hit him.

You looked so similar because he HAD known you. You had gone to Hogwarts with him, and you had spent 4 devastating months in his house.

He never really got to see many of the prisoners, he avoided them as much as possible. But you he remembered because you were different. You had tried to flee.

You had almost made it too, but you were caught which meant you had to suffer. His father would drag you upstairs and his aunt would torture you.

He never saw it but he heard it. He would slam his ears shut and squeeze his eyes closed but he would still hear your gut wrenching, heart breaking screams below him as he sobbed on his bedroom floor.

And now here you were cowering away from him sobbing and shaking your eyes glued shut, just as you had cowered from his father.

Anger and resentment filled him as he looked at you. He saw what his father had done, his aunt had done. What HE had done. It wasn't fair, none of it was fair.

Draco took in a shaky breath and began to speak, "Y/n your okay, your in an elevator, your safe, no one is going to hurt you, I'm not going to hurt you."

Your eyes opened slowly, darting around in a panic.

"Y/n look at me." Draco spoke calmly.

Your eyes darted to him planting themselves onto his grey ones. Although they were the same color they were so unlike his father's his stare didn't make you shiver in fear, they made you want to sigh with relief.

"Ok I need you to take a deep breath." Draco took a step towards you, but was afraid to take another.

You took a shaky breath in, feeling the oxygen fill your desperate lungs. You held it staring to those kind stormy eyes.

"Now let it out." You followed the man's instructions, the breath leaving your body in a shudder.

Draco continued to help you breathe calmly until your breaths came slowly again.

"Can I come sit next to you?" He asked cautiously.

You nodded and he walked over to you sliding to the floor, placing his arm carefully around your shoulders.

You nuzzled closer to him, needing the warmth he radiated. Draco blushed bit at the action but said nothing of it.

"I'm sorry." You whispered after a few minutes of silence and drying tears.

"For what?" Draco murmured softly.

"For calling you your father." You replied voice quiet. "You're not like him."

"You don't need to apologize y/n." Draco mumbled feeling ashamed of who he was. "I do."

"For what?" You asked mimicking his words.

"For not stopping them, I remember you, I remember what they did to you, what happened to you, what you went though and I-I just sat up in my bedroom and shut my ears. I did nothing." Draco choked out, feeling you go stiff beside him, "And I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

The silence in the room was deafening, finally after what seemed like a very long time you spoke.

"I heard what you did for Harry." You paused feeling Draco's eyes dance across your face, "You didn't identify him and you knew it was him, I know that you knew. And maybe you didn't stop your parents from doing what they did but what you did do that counts as something. It has to."

Draco felt a tear slip from his eye and slide slowly down his cheek.

"It's not your fault Draco, you were just a kid." You turned toward him, a sad smile placed upon your delicate lips.

"But that's not fair, you were just a kid too." Draco sighed, tucking a loose piece of your hair behind your ear and leaning closer to you.

"We were all just kids. And it's never fair." You placed your hand onto his place cheek and wiped the tear from it with your thumb. "It's never fair."

You were so close now you could feel his minty breath tickling your face. You leaned just a bit closer, your eyes fluttering shut your lips brushing for the slightest second before the elevator began to drop.

You pulled away quickly, your face brilliantly red. Draco cleared his throat loudly as you both stood and straighten your clothes.

The doors slid open and a breath of relief filled you.

"You guys okay?" Asked a man who you were assuming fixed the elevator.

"Yeah, we're fine." You answered, before stepping into the lobby and taking a deep breath in. You were about to walk away when you heard your name.

You turned to see Draco rushing towards you. He stopped just short of you "What's up Draco?" You asked.

"Umm- well- I-" he huffed before mumbling, "You know what just screw it."

His lips were on yours in a flash, the kiss was soft and sweet. He tasted like mint and dark chocolate, his hands gripping your waist lightly as yours wrapped around his neck.

You pulled away, red and flustered.

"Will you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" He asked seeming not to notice the strange glances the pair was getting.

"S-sure." You stumbled over your words, making you flare another shade of crimson.

"Great, I'll pick you up after work." He smiled before turning and leaving.

Yous told there for a second unsure of what to do next. Finally, you began to make your way back over to the elevators.

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