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minimallyminnie · 7 months

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Poly Scarabia where…

You’re always interlocked arms with Kalim on one side and Jamil holds your hand on the other

Where you wake up and see Jamil holding Kalim by his waist, digging his face into his back while the white haired holds your waist

You tease Jamil while he’s cooking and end up getting into a flour fight later on

Riding with Kalim on a magical carpet ride, he laughs while you hold onto him, looking at the sights

Daily messages from both of them when they have a break from their duties as a regular student…

Well…maybe more than a little text from Kalim…

Definitely having multiple hugs and kisses from Kalim and words of encouragement from Jamil. They both provide words and affection for you.

If you have an awful day, be prepared for both of them. They want you to know they care a lot :)

Kalim makes chai for you and grabs all the fluffiest, comfiest pillows for you. Jamil grabs water for you and adjusts you so your body won’t hurt later on

If you want the silence, then they won’t talk. Tiny headcanon of mine but they’d probably talk to each other using sign language instead while they hug you from both sides

‘Should we get them anything else Jami?’

‘I think they just want us by their side right now.’

‘Ok! Got it!’

When you sniffle and pull them in tighter, they hug you back just a tight tenfold

If you want some verbal comfort, they got you too!

Kalim showers you with encouragement and compliment after compliment. He’s learning and improving on what’s too much so he knows what’s the limit.

Jamil tells you how happy you make him feel. How you saved him from doing something he’d regret for his life when he overblotted.

They couldn’t see your face, you were still crying but instead of your lips being abused by your teeth, on your face was a small smile

The Serpent of the Sands would still be plagued by guilt from his overblot

Frequently, there’s nights where his hold on you and Kalim is incredibly tight

You two instantly wake up when Jamil sits up immediately, hyperventilating from his nightmare. His hands grip his hair at the roots as he tries to calm himself

Kalim hesitates on comforting him so he just stays quiet or goes to get hot milk or tea for him

You on the other hand stay close to him and ground him

He takes deep breaths along with you and just melts in your touch

When he gets back to a normal breathing and a properly functioning mind, he scrambles his other hand for Kalim’s

The other comes in the door, carefully holding a cup for Jamil and you can feel the relief

Despite his sharp words, he truly loves both of you

We can’t forget about Kalim either can we?

He’s skilled in hiding his own feelings so when you three got together, it was incredibly difficult for you AND Jamil!

But over time you can tell now. He wakes up stiff and unmoving

His hands grip hard on whatever they’re on and he bites his lip to mute himself from both of you

He’s independent! He can deal with this on his own! By himself!

That’s a lie. You think as you held Kalim to your chest while he cries

Jamil makes some tea and sets it on the side table while you take him in your arms

When Kalim is willing to, he lifts one of the arms he had from his face and holds Jamil’s

The three of you are a strange bunch but it works!

Kalim doesn’t mind PDA as long as it’s not overwhelming and huge which is ironic considering his personality for being huge on things. Kisses on the cheeks, lips, or his hands are welcomed for sure! It’s not uncommon to see Kalim leaning into your side as he rambles about something. Behind doors, he much rather be more intimate than what he handles outside. Longer, more loving kisses and cuddles on the bed.

As for Jamil, he does have stricter boundaries about PDA than Kalim. Chaste kisses on only his cheeks or lips, hand holding, and side hugs are alright. But nothing else than that. Behind the doors, Jamil loves kissing you and holding you tightly. His embraces are filled with adoration and affection for you. He doesn’t speak very often when he’s like that, his actions speak louder though.

Sometimes you still side eye Jamil when Kalim’s not looking. It’s just something that stayed after what happened with his overblot.

Jamil has that body pillow in his room right? He definitely rolls over to cuddle you two when he sleeps.

Kalim is usually in the middle and he’s the victim of both cuddling attacks

Even if he needs to go to the restroom at night or something, he will will himself into not moving because you two are hugging him

When you give them warm embraces and needed words, they automatically fall harder for you

It’s more evident when you can read their thoughts but…

The snake who got the warmest hug from you just melted in your arms. A content smile on his face as he relaxed and hugged you. His head limp on your shoulder as he took in your hug for as long as he could.

The prince who got reassuring words about himself had tears in his eyes. His heart overflowing and craving for more of the understanding words after being so used to cutthroat words. His tears ran down his cheeks as he smiled happily

They provide you both in exchange. You deserve a whole lot better than them.

You three had a rough get together actually because, Kalim ran away from you two the minute you confessed

Jamil found him later and you two found out how he was scared. Scared to be the dumb one of the relationship and how he didn’t want to take something away from his friend? Retainer? Whatever they were again.

Well…guess who took Kalim’s first kiss…? AND IT WASN’T EVEN YOU—

You three got together after that with a here a now rocky road

Both you and Kalim go straight to Basketball practice when you have the time to

Watching Jamil play against Ace and Floyd is entertaining considering the multiple times you have gotten hit by a basketball in the face

You both cheer for him at his games and always bring some sort of refreshment for the team, to which everyone on the team approves!

Until someone throws a pack of food at someone else…

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Jamil audibly sighs when you’re walking back to Ramshackle with them

“I told you, explicitly written and spoken, not to bring food for the team.”

“Uh huh. Yeah.” You nod as you look at his undone bun, crumbs stuck in it as well as stains on his Jersey and his jacket.

Kalim let’s out a laugh and crosses his arms behind his head “Ace got a headshot on you [Reader]!”

You groan and roll your eyes. “He’ll get what he deserves tomorrow when I won’t share the homework answers with him…”

You break your sharp expression and break out laughing when Kalim attempts to muffle his giggles

Jamil smiles softly at both of you before he kisses you two…and then pinches your foreheads.

“Ow! What was that for?!” You cried out rubbing your head. “Making a huge mess.”

“Jami! That hurt!”

“Oh no, I didn’t know.” He gives a smirk before it’s replaced by panic from you pushing him into the grass besides Ramshackle, he grabs your hand which in turn makes you grab Kalim’s. Falling onto the grass, the three of you are silent.

Only the sound of crickets before laughter erupted from you and became contagious to Kalim and Jamil

They both came close to your sides.

Yeah. They’re really lucky to have you.

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

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artist-emerald · 3 months

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Trolls Band Together: The Branch Ending

(As many might know now, the original draft ending of the movie was supposed to have Branch captured and thus nearly die as Floyd did in the final cut. I decided I'd write out my interpretation on how that would have played out)

Poppy's heart was racing, her mind rushing with thoughts she didn't want to think about. In an attempt to get his brothers to safety, Branch was captured, and Velvet didn't look like she was giving him up any time soon. Everything was going so well. Brozone was all back together again. Poppy was reunited with her long lost sister. They were all supposed to make it back home all happy and hugging and singing.

Why was this happening?

Velvet and Veneer's performance was starting. Panic started to set in, but they weren't about to give up. Branch's brothers and Viva all kept reassuring Poppy that they'd make it and get Branch out of there safe and sound. Their words put her at ease, if only for a moment.

They chased after the phony pop-stars as they sang their songs of lies. The group bobbed and weaved through the Mount Rageous traffic. Dodging the vehicles by the follicles of their hairs, the got close to Velvet and Veneer's luxury vehicle, only for them to slip away again. Branch continued to get worse as his essence kept getting drained.

Bridget and Gristle emerged from the traffic to assist and get them to the yacht in the river. Velvet got ready for an encore, but Branch didn't look like he was going to make it. Velvet noticed the Trolls approaching her, and in a final gambit, she began spraying all of Branch's remaining talent into her. A desperate attempt to try and permanently get the talent.

Branch began to sing to his family, and they sang back as the made their way to stop Velvet and save Branch. As the perfect harmony was hit, the diamond prison shattered, blowing Velvet back. Poppy dove to catch her boyfriend, but he didn't move, nor made a sound.

She sat there, holding Branch in her arms. His hair snow white, and his body clear like a crystal. "Branch?" Poppy whispered, "It's me...it's us! We did it, we hit the perfect harmony! We got you out, you...you can wake up now! Y-you're safe now."

Branch's brothers had gathered around them, all pleading and apologizing. Not just in hopes to bring him back, but because of the guilt and regret for leaving him. Viva stood behind Clay and Poppy, placing both of her hands on their shoulders.

Tears began to slowly fall from her eyes. "Please Branch. I love you. I need you. We have so many more adventures to go on."

The Mount Rageons looked on in shock and awe as they witnessed this on the giant screens. Poppy began to sob as she held Branch closer, rocking him back and forth. She sobbed harder than she's ever remembered. Then, she felt it, a feeling she hasn't felt in a long while. Her colors began to fade. Just as they were about to fade past her hands, she felt something move on top of them.

"Now don't you dare," Branch said weekly, "I worked hard to get those colors of yours back." Branch started to come back, his body filling out, and his hair returning to normal. Poppy lit up as her tears changed from sadness to overwhelming joy. She squeezed her love and riddled his face with soft kisses. Branch's brothers hoisted him up in a group hug in celebration as Poppy and Viva stepped back to let them have their brotherly moment, before joining back in with more hugs.

The crowd cheered, Velvet and Veneer were taken away to prison, and the Trolls made their way back home.

All as a family, in harmony.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #broppy #trolls band together #alternate ending #trolls poppy #trolls branch #branch x poppy #poppy x branch #writing

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saturnnelahy · 4 months

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"𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆?" (2)

Part1 Partnership: Hwang Hyunjin x Femreader Genre: Angust with happy ending Synopsis:Realizing the mistake he had made, Hyunjin feels obliged to make things right because he doesn't know how to live without his beloved, the problem is whether you will accept him back (Note: the house is hers but they were living together) Warnings:Swearing, a lot of anguish

The rain was falling heavily on Hyunjin's trembling body, he could feel the icy wind beating against him and not even the heavy coat he was wearing could warm him up, causing his teeth to chatter, the hair that had once been so beautifully tidy was now sticking to his face and dripping down his cheeks, mixing with the tears that were running down his eyes. He looked pathetic standing there all wet as he cried in front of her door.

He remembered the first time he had seen her, she was wearing a fluffy dress that he had accidentally ruined with the juice he was carrying, he would never have imagined that this little accident would have made him meet the love of his life, it had been years since that moment, years of a happy and perfect relationship that he had ruined. How had he let it get to that point? How could he be so stupid as to lose the most important person in his life?

He raised his hand but stopped before he touched the door, he was undecided whether or not to do it, after all he had lost her through his own stupidity and it would be selfish to ask her to come back after everything, but he simply couldn't handle her being away any longer, Hyunjin had always been a bit selfish after all. He knocked on the door a few times, he had to wait so long standing there that he thought his body would freeze, but he was determined to stay there for weeks if necessary just to have the chance to talk to her and beg for her forgiveness. A low sound brought him out of his thoughts and the door opened, she was standing there wearing the pajamas he had given her a few months ago, which made him smile sadly.

— Hyunjin? — She whispered quietly, surprised to see him there after so many weeks — What..... Why are you in the rain? You're going to get sick! — She said and reached out and pulled him into the house, closed the door behind her and quickly made him take off his coat and shoes.

Hyunjin felt even worse when he saw how carefully she was treating him, the guilt of having ruined everything eating away at him so much that when she approached him with a towel to dry him off he began to cry and sob, covering his face with his hands as he let all that anguish and sadness drain away in tears, he cried like he had never cried before and she hugged him so tightly making him feel a little safe. The two of them ended up kneeling on the floor without letting go of each other and stayed there together in silence for a long time until he calmed down.

— I... I'm sorry.... — He whispered trembling, holding her like his life depended on it — I... I know I've been a horrible boyfriend, that I've hurt you, that I've made you suffer, but I swear I didn't mean it. I love you, I love you more than I've ever fucking loved anyone else.... You're my fucking soul mate, the love of my life. God, if you only knew all the times I've dreamt about our wedding, imagined what our children would be like, imagined what it would be like to grow old with you and see our children grow up, our grandchildren... Fuck... I know I've ruined everything, that I've been an asshole to you, that I don't deserve you anymore, I don't even know if I ever deserved you, but I regret everything I've done so much... I know it's selfish to ask you to come back to me, that it would be absurd to ask you to forgive me, I know, but... - Hyunjin poured out the words so quickly and with such intensity, stopping only to pull away and hold her face gently in his hands - I can't live without you, you're everything I've ever wanted and more, I... I love you so much... Don't cut me out of your life, I know I don't deserve you as my own, but don't abandon me, I'll do anything for you, I'll quit my job, I'll move to another country... Anything.... Or let me at least be your friend... Please...

— Ah, Hyunjin... My Hyunjin... — She whispered softly looking at him in tears and hugged him even harder again, now it was her turn to cry holding him, the man who had become the love of her life, her whole world — My sweet Hyunjin... I love you so much, but I don't want that again, it was almost like we were already apart, like... Like you didn't care about me anymore... You were so focused on work that you barely noticed things happening, that's not right with me, Hyun... — I know it's not, I know I've done wrong, I know I've been garbage, but I can change, I promise I can — he says, putting his face to her neck and sighing, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a thousand knives — I'm going to take care of you like I did in the beginning, I'm going to make you happy... I'm going to dedicate my life to you, my muse...

That nickname, that phrase, were the same ones he had said when he asked her to be his girlfriend, and he had lived up to them at least until these last few months, it wasn't fair to use those words again when he knew the effect they would have, but it was his last hope, his last attempt. — Jinnie... — She whispered so softly that he barely heard, he brushed his nose lightly against her neck which made her sigh, it was a cheap trick and she knew it but it made her heart melt — Fuck.. Kiss me... Please...

He thought he had heard wrong, but when he looked into her eyes and saw the affectionate way she was looking at him, he realized that she meant it and a faint smile took over his lips before he kissed her, a kiss that was so delicate but full of love and affection, just like the first one and all the others after it. His kisses were always so passionate and made her heart soar, he was always so devoted that he always made her sure she had made the right choice in accepting him, which was why it had been so hard to break up with him and impossible not to take him back. She would always take him back because she knew that no matter how difficult things got, he would always be devoted to her and would find a way to put things right again.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed it, sorry for any mistakes. Take care and have a good night <3 ( Masterlist here )

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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I think it's also about the way sweetheart touches them. She's gentle with them, which is something rare for absolutely all of them. Sweetheart doesn't assume because they're in the military that they don't need kindness and support and delicate hands. She knows they already think that they don't deserve anything like that so when she sees them wanting it and craving it, she is so willing to give. Her love cup is so full for her team and the people she cares for.

She handles ghost like he's still just Simon Riley, a sad kid deep down. Sweetheart offers up affection that she can just feel is so foreign to him. Yes he can take care of himself but everybody knows it doesn't extend beyond the basics and she takes time to try to heal his aches and pains that he's gotten so used to living with

She's delicate with price, knowing how hard he's worked to keep the team alive and well. How most of the time, he gets no recognition for his efforts. Sure, she teases him and calls him an old man when he complains about his back but in the same breath is offering a massage to get the ever present knot out

She's attentive with soap, hating how he looks like a sad puppy when people try to brush him off as a loud and brash grown up child. She wants him to hold on to that because she knows if it goes away, he'll seem like a shell of himself. She's seen what too long in the field can do to someone like johnny and how it can change them for the worst so she always encourages his jokes and such.

She helps gaz as much as she can. She sees how he pushes himself and how it sometimes ends up in neglect of himself. How many meals has he missed due to trying to just get one more thing done? How many hours of sleep has he skipped to try to figure something out? With a firm hand, she always guides him into taking care of himself and to give himself a much needed break.

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

AAA NOOO DONT BE SORRY- DONT EVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING THIS IS AMAZING 💖✨️✨️💕

(I'm terribly sorry this took so long- BUT GARRICK'S IS PRETTY LONG SO ITS A WIN WIN-)

But holy cow I agree with this so much

Tw: mentions of depression, insecurities, trust issues

I'm really gonna start with Soap because what you said is her biggest fear. She cares deeply for Mactavish and always pays a little bit more attention to him than the others because of that terror.

It would be a nightmare if she didn't see the life in his eyes anymore. Her heart was already broken when her second uncle came back a zombie from being in the army. Didn't talk to anyone, and if he did he would always snap at them. He loved his family still. He really did. But the happiness, and the compassion was gone. He couldn't let go of the guilt, of the regret he had in his choices. He didn't really talk about it, but when he did Sweetheart could see the black tar oozing out of his mouth. All the internal pain and suffering. She doesn't want to see Soap be like that, since their personalities are quite similar. Fun, chipper, determined and kind. She will protect his internal being with everything she has, just like she did with her uncle. So she will always laugh at his jokes and add on to them, making them both double over. She will always stand up for him when someone calls him loud and brash. Telling him it's okay to express yourself how you want to.

If she fails, if she even sees the shine leave his eyes for a second, she knows she failed her uncle again and will never be the same.

Now with Ghost-- GOOAAHHHHDDDD he needs all the hugs and cheek kisses he can get (and really just hugs) he doesn't like to be touched unless he knows you knows you (kinda like König and Roach) it took Sweetheart a WHILEE to get close to Ghost. Yes, he did have a small soft spot for her, but he would NOT let her touch him. It took like five months just to let her touch his shoulder. Because of his insane trust issues and paranoia, he didn't let her get close. He couldn't. He couldn't risk getting hurt from Sweetheart. Kind, charming, thoughtful, Sweetheart. Caring, strong, smart, Sweetheart. He craved for her touch so badly that he knew it was what he needed, but he couldn't handle the pain afterward. But there was no pain when she first hugged him when he came out of that explosion alive. There was no pain when she held his hand through his panic attack. There was just warmth. And love. Through every touch she gave him, it spoke of love and care. She gave him time. She gave him so much patience so he could trust her. So he could love her. And he does.

Price-- that man deserves a hundred medals I swear. As you said, he gets no recognition of his effort from anyone, because that's what he's supposed to do. He's supposed to get everyone out alive, he's supposed to succeed everytime. It's just built in the job with that expectation. But Sweetheart knows in order to keep that kind of task going, he needs support. And my god, does she give it to him. Always patting him on the back and saying good job. Checking for any injuries, and if there are, she would fix them. Listening to anything he's talking about and giving her opinions on it. Giving him some tea and something to eat if he's up late. And just giving him any form of affirmation. He deserves it. He deserves all the support, the back rubs, the massages and the teasing, the tea and the naps, all of it. And Price is so grateful for it. If she wasn't there for him, no one would be.

Kyle. Gaz. Garrick. Goodness, that boy has put so many expectations on himself that NO ONE ELSE has put on him. It's weighing him down. Since he's the youngest and has less experience than everyone else, he thinks that he has to catch up to everyone else or be better than them in order for people to see him. See him being one of the members of Task Force 141. The best of the best, right? Like Sweetheart? How she carries herself through chaos, how she handles dire situations, how well she works with others, how physically, mentally, and emotionally strong she is? Can he be skilled like Sweetheart? Calm and collected like Ghost? Well-armed like Soap? He doesn't know. His insecurities are always getting the best of him, making him forget to brush his teeth. Or eat breakfast. Or even get out of bed. Is he even fit to be on this team? Sweetheart knocks on his door. Is he even worthy? She knocks again. He has so much to catch up on. She opens his door. How will he catch up to them? She sighs, walking towards his curled up figure on his bed. He's in their shadow. Maybe he should leave. Sweetheart comes into his view, shocking him. She has a slight concerning face, but more anger than anything. Angry that he hasn't been taking care of himself. Concerned on why he hasn't been taking care of himself. She grabs his hand and brings it to her lips, closing her eyes. His entire body feels warm. Awake. She breathes in and opens her eyes back up. She urges him to get up. Get up and take a shower. His brain says no, but his body is moving subconsciously. She waits outside the Men's Bath Unit until he's done. She waits for him, quite closely, when he's brushing his teeth; Sweetheart tells him not to forget to brush his molars. She waits for him when he dresses himself in clean clothes, still in the same room as him, just turned. She waits for him to finish eating a big breakfast, which he eats fully. All with silence. All with a neutral face. Yet her actions are firm. Caring. Helpful. She sits him down on his now cleaned bed, the help of Sweetheart, and they just... talk. Talk about what's been going on, talk about why he feels this way, and when. It helps. She's giving her opinions on what he can do to be better, but it's up to him to take them. She sighs, eyes studying him. 'I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries with you. But I couldn't sit aside and let you make yourself disappear. Especially when you're valued as a teammate and a friend.' She says. Gaz feels like crying. And he does. He hugs so tightly. Tight enough that she could feel his appreciation through his touch. He's thankful that she saw him. And she continues to see him.

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Love Like No Other (Trouble Chapter 5)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Word count: 6960

Warnings: TW!!!, angst, homophobia, shame, guilt, arguments, all characters are 18+, Nat finally confessing for R, fluff, happy ending, Nat finally being a good person

Series here:

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“What the hell is going on in here?” Your father stated, sounding seemingly calm but with hints of anger in his voice. The two of you were only covered by the blanket, your clothes forming a small pile on the side of the bed. Nat was lucky enough to still be wearing her undergarments unlike you who was completely bare.

“Dad-”

“Don’t ‘Dad’ me, Y/N, what the fuck is going on here?” Your breathing increased the more his voice rose. You never liked yelling yet he never cared what you liked anyways. Your mother came upstairs, standing behind him and asking what the problem was. Her question was answered when seeing you both. It was a sight she prayed to have never seen, her only daughter sinning with a girl she despised.

“Get dressed and meet us in the living room. Now!” You both rushed to grab your clothes once he left the room and shut the door with a loud bang behind him. Nat rushed over to you, embracing you in a tight hug. You both knew the consequences but you couldn’t stay away from each other. Not only did you commit adultery but you did with a woman, a woman disliked and hated by your own parents.

“What are we going to do, Natty?” Your quivering tone made her almost break. She never wanted to get you hurt or cause trouble, but she did wherever she went. She was always just a troublemaker, nothing more and nothing less.

“I wish I knew, baby, I wish I knew.”

“God, why couldn’t I just ignore you? Then we wouldn’t be in this mess.” You whispered to yourself, not intending for her to hear you. Nat pulled back to look you in the eyes, you could see her brain racking with hurt and sorrow.

“You regret it?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I don’t regret you, I just wish this never happened, then neither of us would have to deal with the consequences.”

“Hey, look at me.” She paused, taking a deep breath to block the tears from arising. “Even if this hurts us, even if I can’t be near you in public anymore, no matter what happens, I’ll never regret a thing with you. The fights, the kisses, just now, even just seeing you. I’ll never regret one thing.” Before you could even think of a reply, you heard your father yelling for you both to hurry up and that you were taking too long. You grabbed your last article of clothing and opened the door, pausing in your steps until Nat rested her hand on your back, leading you forward. The two of you walked down the stairs together, your hands occasionally touching as your parents came into your eyesight. Your father was pacing around the living room, a hand over his mouth and his other resting on his hip. Although your mother was sitting on the end of the couch, elbows resting on her knees as she tried to calm down her husband. When he saw you both, he stopped. Your mother couldn’t even look you in the eyes; you felt like an outsider.

“Do you know how embarrassing this is? Our family image is in danger because you couldn’t stay away from her! What’s going to happen when people find out, hm? I and your mother could lose our jobs!” he threw his arms up, anger seeping through him. He cared more about what people thought of you than you, he wanted the good look but he didn’t truly care about you.

“M-Mom? You don’t agree with him, do you?” She only sighed, but it was enough to answer your question. You looked at Nat with fear and worry, she shared the same emotions. It wasn’t like her to be afraid of what others thought, but it being with you made it hurt a thousand times more.

“Me and your mother need to have a chat about you. For now, I want her out of my goddamn home and I want you to sit in that room and think about what you did.” Nat glanced at you before she hesitantly left, not wanting anything to happen to you while she was gone. Would they do something to their own daughter? Seeming how they reacted, she wouldn’t be surprised if they did. When she got home that night, she broke down in her mother's arms. Her parents knew about her sexuality, and while they didn’t love it they were still supportive of their daughter. Melina held her there for nearly two hours before Nat passed out from exhaustion.

When you awoke it was due to loud banging from the wall. Your father was boarding up your window, you guessed he found out that Nat snuck in through there. He didn’t speak one word, only looking at you for less than a second before leaving. When you ate breakfast, it was silent. Nobody spoke and your mother could still not even look at you.

“Y/N, I and your mother came up with a way to help with this…phase you’re going through.” You flinched at his voice but listened nonetheless. You were scared to see what he would say, but how bad could it be?

“We’re sending you to a camp, they’re known to fix people like you.” People like you…God, that hurt to hear.

“You’ll stay there for a little while and then you can stay with your aunt down in Colorado, that way you’ll be far, far away from Natalia.”

“Her name isn’t Natalia. It’s Natasha.” She had told you how much she hated her real name and ended up being called Natasha her whole life. You often teased her by calling her Natalia, you were the only one she didn’t mind hearing it from. And you were the only one ever allowed to call her that.

“Whatever her name is, she’s still just a train wreck-”

“God, why do you decide who’s good and bad for me?”

“Hey! Don’t use The Lord’s name in vain.” It was the first time your mother had shared a word with you since last night. She was too similar to your father, the only time she spoke was when she was mad. You prayed you’d wake up from this nightmare in your bed soon enough.

“Really? That’s all that you care about? What about me, hm? Or the camp your husband and my own Dad wants to send me to? Or maybe the fact that you guys are basically disowning me for loving someone? You both are fucking crazy!” You had never sworn around them, and never did you even speak a word to them that could’ve come off as rude or full of attitude. So hearing you scream those words right in their faces was a shocker. They couldn’t even come up with a response, too flabbergasted to even think. You scoffed, not even grabbing anything you needed before walking out, slamming the door on your way. You had no destination in mind, but you knew you couldn’t go anywhere your parents would expect. You couldn’t go to Nat’s or Kate’s. And beside them, you had no one. So, you walked. You walked until your legs were sore and you had no idea where you were. It was cold; your body shivering as goosebumps erupted all over your skin. You had no idea the time, you didn’t care either. All that filled your mind was everything they said. The way they screamed with no regard for how you felt in that moment, or ever. But on top of it all, Nat was the main thing plaguing your mind like a disease. She wouldn’t leave. Even when you’d beg your mind to let her go, it wouldn’t listen.

Nearly two hours later you could see the sun starting to rise behind the trees. You knew you couldn’t go home, you’d only be screamed at more. But you also knew you needed your bag for school, there was nowhere else you could go during the day anyways. It was school or home, neither were good options. But, you only had a few weeks left, what harm would one day do? Maybe you could finally see Nat or Kate, you had missed them more than anything, even if it had only been a few hours or days.

But the moment you walked through those doors it wasn’t just Nat and Kate looking at you, it was half of the upper and lower-class men. You wondered what had happened, it’s not like you were popular, so why was everyone looking your way? You locked eyes with Nat, only to see her look down at the ground in shame. And when you looked at Kate, she turned to speak to someone else. What the fuck was happening right now? You walked over to Nat, calling out her name loud enough so she could hear you to make sure she couldn’t walk away.

“Nat! Do not walk away from me-” You grabbed her shoulder, turning her body so she faced you. There were still few who looked at you, but most had already returned their attention to their friends or lockers.

“What is going on? Why is everyone acting weird?” Nat sighed, grasping your arm and dragging you into the bathroom a few steps away. She didn’t want anyone to see you. Of course, she didn’t.

“Nat, just tell me-”

“They know.” Fuck. The words you dreaded hearing had just escaped her mouth. It was like you were living in a nightmare. People had already disliked you, now they had all the more reason to.

“But how? I didn’t tell anyone,” Nat looked as if she didn’t believe you, so you tried again. “Please, you have to believe me, Nat. I didn’t tell a single soul.” She seemed to pity you by the desperation in your voice, shushing you and kissing your forehead, yet still watching the opening for anyone who could see you both. You were scared, and she wished she could say she wasn’t.

“I believe you, baby, I do. I just- I don’t know how someone could find out if neither of us told anyone.”

“You didn’t tell anyone? Anyone at all?”

“Well, only my family. My mom, dad, and Yelena. That’s it.” She brought you in for a hug, pressing the back of your head into her neck. It seemed to just hit her the state you were in; no backpack, messed up hair, droopy eyes, and your clothes. They weren’t what you normally wore. You never dressed in your pajamas to school, it was clear something was wrong. But before she could ask what had happened, you spoke.

“Do you think there’s a possibility that Yelena told someone?”

“You think Yelena, my sister, did this?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. It’s just that if I didn’t tell anyone, and you didn’t tell anyone but her, it seems like the only option.” Nat sighed deeply, clearly troubled by the thought of her sister doing such a thing. She refused to believe she would, but you were right. Unless your parents had told the school, there was no other option.

“Maybe it was your parents. After all, they do know now.”

“You really think they’d want to ruin their reputation around here just so everyone can be aware of the fact that we slept together?” That did make sense, your parents only cared about how others viewed them, so why would they ruin that?

“Look, I think we should just talk to Yelena and ask her if she knows anything.” Nat hesitated but eventually agreed. The bell was about to ring so you both knew you’d have to wait to ask her. But now, you had to walk through the halls filled with the same people who couldn’t keep their eyes off you guys. You felt like prey to them all, having them stare you down as if you were nothing all because you loved someone.

But Nat wasn’t worried, the two of you would be leaving this school in a few weeks anyways and it’s not like any of them knew you personally. She knew it would all be okay as long as she had you by her side, that’s all she ever needed.

“Well, you ready for Chemistry?” She stood next to you as you both made your way to the classroom on the second floor of the building. You had your head down, not being able to face the crowd of people that you hoped wouldn’t notice you two. Nat however kept her head held high. You were confused, all this time she had tried to keep your relationship a secret, hiding you and shaming you around her friends whenever she could just to keep the heat off of her. You wanted people to know, but you also knew the dangers of it all. And those same dangers are exactly what you ended up with in the end. All your sneaking around and arguments had led to this. You’d never regret being with Nat, not even after all she had done, but you just wished this could’ve never happened.

The moment you stepped into the class you made eye contact with the only other person you liked here; Kate. Unlike in the halls, she didn’t direct her focus on someone else or scoot away, but there was something else. You could see guilt in her eyes as she tried to hide her face by looking at the paper on her desk, but she couldn’t help the glances she made at you. You racked your brain for what could’ve happened with her until it came to you. No, she wouldn’t, she’s your friend. And you hadn’t even told her about you and Nat. But, it was pretty obvious after the party that there was something between you and the redhead. The way she grabbed you harshly and tried to take you away from her, almost trying to state the control she knew she had over you, no ‘best friend’ would do that.

Nat followed your eyes and looked at Kate, noticing the guilt painted across her face. She knew that look, it was one she knew too well. She paused, not averting her eyes from the girl across the room as she studied her facial expressions. Of course, it was her. God, how could she be so stupid in letting you near her in the first place? She knew she would’ve only caused trouble, yet she still felt a sense of pain when taking you away from Kate.

“That bitch. I thought you said you didn’t tell anyone?” She whisper-yelled, making sure not to draw any more attention to the two of you.

“What do you-” You noticed the way she glared at Kate and quickly came to the realization of what was happening. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“But, I didn’t tell her, I barely even spoke about you!”

“Then how does she know? I warned you about her, I told you she was just trouble and you didn’t listen, all because you needed to have friends, well look where it got us now.” You tried to tell yourself that she was just angry, that she didn’t mean the things she said. But it was hard to convince yourself when you knew she was right. She warned you and you refused to listen, all because you were blind to the truth. You stayed silent as Nat awaited a ‘sorry’ or any other pitiful response you could come up with. She had no right to be mad, you weren’t the blame here, but she just needed to let her frustrations out. She needed to yell at someone or something, and you were the only one close to her, everyone else not wanting to even sit near you both.

Nearly twenty minutes later Kate asked if she could use the restroom, and a minute after her you asked as well. You knew this was your only chance to speak to her without everyone seeing or hearing your conversation. Nat gave you a skeptical glance that you quickly shot down with a small smile. You sped-walked to the girls' bathroom, walking in just as Kate was washing her hands. She saw you through the small mirror that was just above the sink she occupied. She knew this would happen, and it was time for her to come clean.

“What did you do, Kate?”

“I- nothing, Y/N-”

“I know you did something, how else would you explain your obvious guilty conscience and the fact that everybody is giving me dirty glares?” You whisper-yelled, watching discreetly as Kate picked at her nails, a nervous habit of hers you picked up on.

“Look, I told one person; one! I didn’t expect most of the school to find out.”

“How did you even know? I never told you that me and Nat were a thing.”

“Do you know how obvious you two make it? First of all, what happened at the party? Then when I took you to that diner and you smiled every time I mentioned Nat. Oh, and not to mention the way she looks at you like you just held up the goddamn moon.” I guess it was pretty obvious the more you thought about it, but it still wasn’t clear to everyone that you were in love. Nobody had ever brought it up before today.

“But you still didn’t know. You assumed, Kate.” She moved from the sink, going to the paper towel dispenser and grabbing two to wipe her hands on. When she was done, she turned to look at you once more, rushing to get her words out of her brain and finally be freed from what she kept a secret.

“The other night, your parents invited me to have dinner with you and them. They must’ve seen how excited you were to hang out with me and called us to see if I wanted to come over. Well, I saw Nat’s car in front of the house and heard some noises near the side window. My curiosity got the best of me and I went to go see what all the ruckus was. But when I got over there, I saw what seemed to be Nat kissing you. She was holding your face and you two were holding one another while practically making out. I guess I got a little upset and well, the next day, I told Steve. He must’ve told someone and they told someone and now most of the entire town knows. So, I’m sorry for invading your privacy, it was wrong of me.” You were left flabbergasted. Your own friend was the one who ratted you out to everyone, she betrayed your trust all because she was upset.

“So, what you’re telling me is that you practically ruined me and Nat’s life all because you were upset?” Before she could try and defend herself, you were there to stop her once again. “You delusional bitch! Do you know what that does to a person? My family found out about us that night, and guess what, I’m being sent away all because I love her. And you know what is the perfect cherry on top of this amazing week? The fact that not only do my parents know, but the whole fucking school knows too! Do you have no regard for what this could do to me? I might not even be able to get into any college because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut for one minute!” Kate hadn’t known the true results of her actions and how they damaged you, she didn’t even think twice before telling someone who she knew wasn’t one to keep secrets.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It was wrong and I wish I could take it back, I do.”

“Well, you can’t, Kate. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for this.” You walked out of the bathroom and soon entered the classroom, an ashamed and regretful-looking Kate following suit. Nat gave you a weird stare, only to notice the tears in your eyes forcing themselves to hide away. She wanted to apologize for what she had said earlier, but she could tell it wasn’t the time. You had a hard day already; no sleep, arguing, shame, and everybody treating you as if you had done something wrong. She grabbed a post-it note seeing as the teacher had already scolded her for not paying attention and whispering to you the whole time.

The note read, “Meet me at my house after school, I need to talk to you. Love you <3” You smiled seeing the little heart, giving Nat a small nod to confirm your soon appearance at her house.

The rest of the day went by slowly, your mind going over all the possibilities that could happen when Nat and you would talk later today. You could tell it wouldn’t be something sweet and simple like it usually was, it was going to be serious. And it could determine your relationship, you just hoped you wouldn’t lose her again. But you knew you had to tell her about the camp and that it would more than likely be your last time seeing one another.

And when the dismissal bell rang loudly, you were one of the first to leave, shoving into everybody as you ran out the doors. You sped-walked to her house, taking the long way to make sure you wouldn’t walk by your own home, it would be hard to see it after last night. When you arrived, Nat’s car was already parked in the small driveway. When you knocked on the door, it only took about ten seconds before Nat hurriedly opened it.

“You made it.” She stated the obvious, relief swimming through her body. She thought you’d end up not coming, especially after today.

“I did.” She grabbed her coat before walking with you to the treehouse in her backyard. Call it stupid, but it was your favorite place to hang out. She had told you about her and Yelena always going up there when she was younger and how she helped her dad build it. Well, she gave him the tools and he assembled the pieces together. You used to have one at your old house before you moved, so having one here always brought back waves of nostalgia.

“So, um, what did you want to talk about?”

“I think you know.” She was right, you did know. You knew exactly what she had wanted to get off her chest, you just couldn’t bring yourself to mention it.

“What did you and Kate talk about today in the bathrooms?”

“You were right, she was the one who told everyone.”

“I figured that.” Nat said, “But, how did she know?” She was much calmer than earlier, placing her hand on your thigh soothingly and genuinely showing interest in her questions answer. You could see in her eyes that she was upset, although it was mainly with herself. She was ashamed of ever accusing you of such a thing when you hadn’t done anything wrong, you could never do wrong in her eyes.

“Apparently she was supposed to have dinner with us the night my dad caught us. She heard you coming in through the window and saw us kissing. She told Steve and he told more and more until, well, most people knew. I yelled at her and got my point across, but I just feel so bad about it, I don’t know why.”

“Because you’re a naturally caring person, Y/N. You’re so sweet and always worried about others, even when they hurt you. Even when I hurt you over and over again, you still forgave me, even if I didn’t deserve it.”

“But, you did deserve it-”

“No, I didn’t. I manipulated you, gaslighted you, and made you feel less than you are, and I was the biggest idiot for that.” There was a beat of silence, the words you wanted to say were trapped in your mind, debating on whether they wanted to be expressed or not. But you let them free.

“Why? Why did you do it?” Nat sighed, scooching closer to you to pull your body into hers. She hugged you closely in her arms while you rested your head on top of her shoulder.

“Because I was afraid. I’ve never been loved the way you loved me. Sure, I have family and friends who love me, well, friends who used to. But I never had someone like you. You brought out the best in me, even when I tried to keep it in. I was scared of how much I loved you, it was overwhelming. I’d wake up thinking of you and go to bed thinking of you. You never left my mind, not even for a split second. I tried to push you away and hurt you, but you didn’t care how horrible I was, you were still so sweet and so fucking irresistible. I knew you liked me but I refused to admit I’d ever like you. So, like I always do, I turned to drugs and partying to try and get my mind off of things. But even when I was high out of my mind, you were still the only thing on my mind. And seeing you with Kate just- God, it hurt so bad. I wanted you to be mine but I didn’t want to admit that I wanted to be yours. I’m sorry, love, if I could take it all back, I would.”

“I wouldn’t.” Nat gave you a confused look before you continued, “No matter how crappy and how stressful the situation was, I still wouldn’t change it for the world. If it means that I get to be with you, I’d do anything. And I’m just so glad I got to have you for the time being. I’m gonna miss you, Natty.” Nat smiled to herself when hearing your words but it quickly came to an end when she finally registered in her mind what you said. Miss her? What did you mean by having to miss her?

“Miss me? Why would you need to miss me? I’m not leaving you again.” You regretted the words the second they left your mouth. You wanted to wait to tell her so she didn’t need to worry about you, you wanted to cherish the time you had together before you were to leave her all alone with no one to hold and love.

“My parents they- they told me they’re going to send me to a camp to help people like me. And, after, I’ll go live with my aunt down in Colorado. You may not be leaving me but I have to leave you.”

“And you chose to tell me this now?” Nat was furious, not exactly with you but with your parents, who were they to strip away your freedom like it was nothing? She needed to figure out a way to keep you here with her where you belonged. You didn’t need to get help, you needed to be loved and Nat was finally willing to give you that, but it was too late, you’d be leaving soon and she’d be left all alone with the memories you shared haunting her.

“I’m sorry, I only found out last night.” She took a moment before asking,

“When do you have to leave?” She asked, her voice quivering as her lip jittered. She didn’t want to lose you, she couldn’t handle that.

“I don’t know. All I know is that it’s going to be soon, maybe after our graduation.”

“But that’s in two weeks! There has to be something we can do, right?” You shook your head with defeat, feeling a drop of wetness hit your shoulder from above you. Nat tried to hide her sorrow but you could read her like an open book.

“I’m gonna do whatever I can to be with you, I can’t lose you, Y/N.” You both knew this would most likely be one of your last encounters, maybe even forever. It ached your heart to even think about it. But there was simply nothing you could do except accept your defeat and hope to see her again someday in the future.

The day of your graduation was filled with tears, happy, and sad. You and Nat both knew what this meant, it was most likely your last day together. And while you didn’t know how to deal with it all, Nat was there to scoop you up and make you forget everything else. She took you to a secluded space in the park with two Coca-Colas in hand. You were never one for soda but seeing as it was most likely your last day of freedom you didn’t disagree to having one. The bubbly, acid-tasing drink filled your tastebuds causing you to scowl in disgust. Nat drank the soda with no problem, she must have these a lot.

“Well, congrats on finally graduating.” You teased, knowing she had to stay back for a year due to her lack of intelligence.

“Oh shut up, you know I’m smart.”

“Yeah, yeah.” There was a comfortable silence that bestowed upon you two, the sunset in front of you and the light sounds of birds in the background. Nat and you had swapped your graduation hats earlier on, hers was a bit larger than your head, but you didn’t complain.

“I can’t believe this will be our last night together,” Nat spoke, looking down at her now empty can, held by your intertwined hands. “I’m gonna miss you, you know?” You knew that if you spoke, you wouldn’t be able to stop the tears from flowing. So, you just nodded, a small smile painting your lips. You wanted to hate the world for causing you two to be split apart, but you couldn’t help feeling grateful to have the luck of ever knowing the woman. Even if she hurt you time and time again, you were just glad to have her.

When you woke up, your bags were already packed and ready to leave. You only had a few hours before the long-awaited road trip. You cherished the time greatly, having a small breakfast before quickly rushing out the door. Nat’s car was already parked outside, much to your parents' dismay. They watched you get into the small, beat-up truck with a smile on your face. Surprisingly, they let you leave. And even when knowing what the end of the day would bring, you still smiled as if it was all okay.

But three hours later when you finally returned home, lugging your way inside and trying to stop the fast beating of your heart. Your parents greeted you without a word being said, already having your suitcase in the trunk of their car and letting you have a few minutes to say goodbye to your home. It brought back a feeling of nostalgia for only a few months ago when you had to say goodbye to your childhood house. Nat stood not far from you and your parents. She watched with a heavy heart as you neared minutes till you were to be gone for good. The time had flown by so fast, way too fast for her liking. She tried not to say anything, but it was too late.

“Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, please, you can’t do this.” Nat knew your parents would never listen to her, but she needed to try.

“It’s the only way she can get the help she needs, Natalia.” He said in a bitter tone.

“But you don’t get it, sir, I love her-”

“Don’t say that about my daughter-”

“But It’s true! Sir, I love your daughter more than anything and anyone. I-I can prove it to you! Her favorite color used to be bright pink, the same color as her room, but now she loves Teal and a lighter green. Uhm, her favorite movie is The Breakfast Club, even though her two favorite genres of movies are horror and comedy. But it can’t be a gorish movie or she won’t be able to sleep or eat for a while. Her favorite fruit is strawberries and watermelon but her favorite food is Mac and Cheese, especially the kind her mom makes. Her favorite childhood memory is when you both would swing her in the air with each hand and push her on her old swing set in the backyard. She used to have a treehouse, and that’s why she loves mine so much. The only way she used to play board or card games was if you both would go in the treehouse with her to play. Her favorite sport was always Baseball because she loved playing catch with her dad in the backyard and watching her favorite team play. She used to have a pet cat that she got when she was five years old that she got to name Sparkles. Even though you hated the name, you just wanted your daughter to be happy. when she was nine, the cat went missing and she learned a few months later that he got hit by a car while she was at school. Her favorite stuffed animal is the little piglet she got from her grandmother when she was born. She always wanted a sibling, she didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl but she’d prefer it to be a girl. She still keeps the shirt she stole from you when she was ten that used to look like a dress on her because she was so small. Her best friend was a girl named Maria but they eventually grew apart. And when she moved here, I was the first and only person to get to know her. I know I did some bad things, Mr. Y/L/N, but I really love your daughter. I’ll stop smoking and drinking and-and partying, I’ll stop it all! I admit I’m not the best person, but I’m trying because I’ve never loved someone the way I love her. And as a father, your job is to protect and love your daughter, your only daughter at that, wouldn’t you want her to be with someone who truly loves her instead of some man who wouldn’t treat her right all because it’s the ‘normal’? If you just give me one chance, I promise to change. Please, sir, I can’t lose her.” You had never known how well she truly listened to you, you thought her silence always meant she didn’t care to pay attention. Everything she said was correct, and it was more than anyone had cared to find out about you. Your parents could barely even remember your birthday most years, yet Nat knew your whole life story. Your parents were just as surprised. They didn’t even know four things about each other off the top of their heads, but Nat just listed several. She had cared, and she had listened to you since day one.

You walked over to her, looking into her beautiful green eyes and enwrapping your arms around her tightly, refusing to ever let go. You could smell her heavy amounts of cologne on her plain black shirt, it brought you more comfort than anything ever has. Your parents examined the scene with a sudden regret filling their minds, it was clear you both love each other dearly, and they were about to ruin that. But you still needed help, and they couldn’t be seen knowing others were aware of your secret.

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do now, I already got in contact with them and we’re already running late. It’s best if you move on, Natasha.” But she didn’t want to, and neither did you. You never wanted someone else to have the things she gave you, to be able to see the side of her only you had gotten to see.

Nat knew there was nothing else in her power that she could do, she had lost you for good. All she could do was hope and pray that someday you’d return. You both knew you couldn’t share a passionate kiss goodbye in such an open area with prying eyes, so, with one last look, you walked to the car, giving her a broken smile and closing the door. She watched as you drove off, her heart numb and face reddened with tears.

It was nearly six years ago that she had watched you leave her, and she had still never forgotten about you. She still thought about you, worried, and imagined the life you were living now. Had you moved on? Did you have a family? A boyfriend? Girlfriend? She finished wiping down the counter in the small shop she occupied. She was a manager now, choosing to skip out on college and find a career on her own. Her friend had always dreamed of opening a cafe one day and she finally achieved her goals. So, it was almost obvious that Nat was the one to get the job. She yelled out to her boss that she was leaving for her lunch break now, getting a mumbled response in return that she hoped was her approval.

It was a busy city, the streets, and sidewalks being filled with traffic and pedestrians. She was too busy watching the small argument between two Taxi drivers to see what was in front of her and accidentally walked right into someone. She looked in front of her now, getting her fake apologies ready but stopping once she saw them. It was you. Your hair was a bit longer than before and you looked older, not in a bad way, you still looked as beautiful as ever.

“Oh- I’m sorry, miss!” You said, not looking up and only walking past her. She quickly went after you, grabbing your arm as you did to her back in high school. You were ready to yell at whoever it was stopping you until you looked at her completely, her red hair sculpting her face beautifully.

“Nat?” She smiled a toothy grin and didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug. You were slightly taken back but didn’t deny her, engulfing her in the same way she did, emotions pouring out of your body as you refused to let go. Only when others yelled at you two to get out of the way did you guys release one another of your holds.

“God, It’s been so long. How are you?” Nat asked. She secretly hoped you would say you were single, even after all these years she still missed you. But she wanted you to be happy, and if that wasn’t with her then she would understand.

“I’ve been well, yeah. I actually am working two blocks down, I’m a financier.” She pulled out her box of cigarettes making you giggle.

“I thought I told you those are bad for you?” She rolled her eyes playfully and took a small drag before responding,

“You know, I am still older than you. If anything, I should be telling you what to do.” You checked your watch, widening your eyes when realizing the time.

“Shit! I’m sorry, but I’m running late. Well, it was really great seeing you, Nat, I hope to see you again sometime.”

“Wait. Uh, my shift ends at four PM today. Do you think we could meet here? I’ll wait for you to be done if you want.” You nodded, taking her hand and writing down the estimated time of your arrival with your pen.

“Hm, I’m surprised your hand hasn’t fallen off with how much you drew on it.”

“Okay, now you’re really starting to sound like my mom.” You both shared a laugh before you left, leaving Nat standing there with a smile stained on her face. She already passed half of her lunch break, deciding on grabbing a quick snack from the store down the street and heading back before her boss could yell at her. She arrived with one minute to spare.

The day went by miserably slow, her heart beating a mile per second as her mind filled with images of you. You looked so good and so happy, had you been just as miserable as her? Or did you move on that fast?

The time had finally come and you were not to be seen. She waited twenty more minutes before giving up and leaving, turning off all lights and locking the door behind her, only to hear yelling in the back. She turned around, seeing you speed-walking towards her. She let out a relieved sigh and met you halfway, trying and failing to hide her excitement.

“I’m so sorry I’m late! I was trying to finish up and then my boss came over to me and tried to talk to me when I was leaving. And then there was so much traffic and I accidentally took the wrong turn like an idiot-” You were stopped by a peck to your lips, quickly melting into it as Nat held you by the waist. When she let go, you were speechless. It had been so long since you’d been kissed like that, and it’s been even longer since you’ve been kissed by her. Every day you spent trying to get over her went down the drain when feeling her on you.

“Wow, uhm-” She chuckled at your mumbled words, grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingertips together.

“So, you still like Mac and Cheese?”

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for shikamaru, naruto, kakashi, and neji, can you write something with them or their s/o cheating on one another and then leads to angst?

author's note: This was a bit hard to write, as I cannot imagine any of these men cheating... Also, who would cheat on them? ( definitely NOT ME!) I think doing separate scenarios would turn to be quite long, so I decided to write headcanons as to who do I think has a bigger chance to cheat or how did they/their s/o find out. :) Thank you for requesting! P.S. - I do not condone cheating! If you are not happy in the relationship you are in - leave or talk with your partner, but never go behind their back!

➤ Shikamaru

Shikamaru loves his s/o to death!

yet, I think he was the one to cheat on them

probably was a one-time thing - a drunken mistake when he was visiting his ex in Suna or while he was on a mission

he felt absolutely disgusted with himself the next morning!

Shikamaru would not say anything at first, but his s/o would definitely notice his behaviour is somehow cold and withdrawn

they would at first assume it is the stress from all the missions he has been doing recently, but the longer it kept going on, the more worried they got

finally, after a few weeks, they confronted him and Shikamaru couldn't keep it in any longer

he would break down crying, explaining in detail what he did and how sorry he was

his s/o would listen to him silently, not showing any emotions

Shikamaru would beg them to scream at him, throw something at him, hit him, ANYTHING

but they would just say "What's the point?", before going to the bedroom to pack their bag

he would beg them not to leave him (and I absolutely that believe wrapping his hands around his s/o's waist while being on his knees!)

filled with guilt and self-regret, he knows that his s/o deserves better, so I don't think he would chase them after that

would absolutely spend the rest of his life alone and regretting his actions after that

➤ Naruto

there is no way this man would ever, EVER cheat on his s/o

he has been lonely most of his life, so I imagine that when he is in a relationship, he absolutely adores his s/o!

so if anyone cheats in this relationship, it has to be his partner

tbh, I think he is the type to be completely oblivious to all the signs

his s/o is late almost every day from work? their new boss must keep them longer than usual!

his s/o smell like another man? it was probably just their friend's cologne!

Sakura saw his s/o in hugging and kissing someone else? she must be mistaken, because there is no way that it is actually his partner!

he would make excuses for everything to the point everyone would know about it, but him

all his friends would give him pity looks and awkward smiles, not sure if it is their place to say something

his s/o would eventually be honest with him and tell him that they have been sneaking behind his back

Naruto would be ABSOLUTELY BROKEN after hearing this

he would probably move back to his old apartment and refuse to leave for weeks

Sakura and Shikamaru would have to go and drag him out at some point (and maybe also force him to take a shower!)

once his trust is broken, it would be very hard for his s/o to win it again

Naruto would not want to have anything to do with them and would constantly avoid them, going as far as to stop going to Ichiraku's just so there is no chance for him to run into his ex-lover

despite I see Naruto as the only person on this list who would be open to take his s/o back if they are genuinely sorry and they agree to work for their relationship

➤ Kakashi

unpopular opinion (?), but probably Kakashi would be the one to cheat...

BUT!

the only scenario I see this happening is if he had a very serious partner before his current s/o and somehow they got back in touch, sparks flew again and BAM! - suddenly he found himself in the arms of his ex-lover

he would feel awful seeing someone else behind their s/o back, but keep waiting for the perfect moment to break things off

obviously such moment NEVER arrives, so the longer it keeps going, the worse he feels

yet, he is good at hiding, so there are not real signs at what he is doing or any difference to his usual behaviour

I imagine his s/o would find out by catching him and his ex kissing or being lovely-dovely somewhere by complete accident!

very dramatic break up - a lot of yelling, hitting, his s/o throwing his clothes out of the window while he keeps apologizing...

not pretty at all.

Kakashi would feel like absolute garbage, but also kind of relieved?

because now he can be with his true love and stop hiding and sneaking behind someone's back.

would still send flowers and apologies to his s/o and try to somehow show how sorry he is to this day!

➤ Neji

Neji, the guy who has such high morals, cheating? Pfft, no.

It was definitely his s/o who cheated and I imagine there are two ways it can happen.

one option is that he and his s/o were in an arranged marriage and his s/o decided to pursue their true love, thus cheating on Neji

if that is the case, Neji would be hurt not so much by the act of cheating, rather than the lack of respect their s/o had toward him and their families

like, he never wanted to be in arranged situation either, but he would never even dream of cheating! sometimes you just had to accept your destiny and live with it

he would find out without his s/o telling him and while he would not confront them, he would grow very cold to them

Neji would move to the spare bedroom and show up with his s/o only during family gatherings

totally the type to try and cover his s/o infidelity - he doesn't want any damage to his or his clan's reputation!

second option is that he was reluctant to make it official with his s/o due to the expectations of his clan and his s/o eventually grew tired of waiting and found themselves involved with someone else

now that WILL HURT!

he would try not to show it, but it would be obvious to the people closest to him that something is wrong - Neji would busy himself with missions all the time and he would lose a significant amount of weight!

I think he would definitely keep everything to himself till he somehow gets over it, but he absolutely hates his s/o now and would never fail to give them the nastiest glares every time he sees them.

No point of his s/o apologizing - he would not listen even a word.

cc artwork: Max Suleimanov

#naruto imagines #shikamaru nara #neji hyuga #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki x reader #shikamaru x reader #neji x reader #kakashi x reader #naruto headcanons

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And Yet

The nights are the hardest. During the day there are reports to read, dispatches to send, agents to meet and plans to make. At night there is only him. His thoughts. His remorse. His guilt.

Guilt for what happened in the past. Guilt for what he intends to do. Guilt for what he did to her.

He laces his fingers together, leans forward and rests his head on his knuckles. So many memories. So many regrets. He never should have let it get that far.

And yet.

That first tentative kiss. A bold move on her part. A silent question. Did he feel for her what she felt for him?

He knew how she felt. Had known for some time. Had pushed aside his own feelings. It wasn't right. Any first kiss would end in a last. He knew that, even if she did not.

And yet.

It had been so long since anyone had looked at him that way. So long since anyone had touched him. He resisted. Then he did what he has always done. He gave into his impulses - and doomed them both.

And yet.

He lifts his head, unlaces his fingers and rubs his eyes. He is so tired. The Fade calls. There are places he can go. Places that will remind him of what was lost. Places that will bolster his resolve.

And yet.

Rising from his desk, he walks over to a cot in a corner of the room. They don't understand why he won't take more opulent quarters. He doesn't need them. He doesn't deserve them.

Reclining, he closes his eyes and opens himself to the Fade. Quickly, the door opens. He steps through and finds what he always finds. He is not where he planned to be.

And yet.

There is a gravel path leading to a manicured garden. She will be there. In her dreams she is always there.

At first there were nightmares. It was only to be expected. She had been through so much. Lost so much.

It was his fault. How could it not be? He had set it all in motion. He took everything from her. Her clan, her gods, her vallaslin, her heart and, ultimately, herself.

And yet.

He chased away the nightmares. It was the least he could do.

No, that was a lie. One of many he told himself. The lie that they could be together. The lie that he could set it all aside. The lie that he could be happy. He chased away the nightmares because he loved her. Would always love her.

And yet.

The nightmares lessened over time, replaced by gentler dreams. He does not need to watch over her but he cannot stay away. Now he watches to see if she is happy. To see if her dreams include someone else. Someone who can take away her pain.

And yet.

He pads softly up the path. He always comes as a wolf. He knows she isn't fooled but he cannot bear to hurt her any more than he already has.

And yet.

At the garden entrance he hears laughter. Two young elves race across the lawn. She is standing beneath an arch decorated with flowers. He focuses, as he always does, on her missing arm. One more thing he has taken from her.

Her back is to him. An elf is holding her, hugging her, kissing her. Jealousy wars with relief. She has someone. Someone who makes her happy.

And yet.

She steps out of the embrace. He can see the elf's face. His heart stops. It is his face. He looks at the children. His cheekbones. His freckles. An auburn-haired girl. A boy with grey eyes.

He slinks backwards. It isn't a dream about what she has. It is a dream about what she wants.

She turns, catching sight of him as she has done so many times before. They never speak. Have not spoken since that final kiss.

And yet.

"I see you, Fen' Harel." Her voice is soft, sad and heartbreakingly beautiful.

He flinches. It feels wrong, that hated name falling from her lips. His ears droop. He looks into her eyes. Looks for the anger that should be there. Was there so many years ago. All he sees now is love coupled with pain.

She does not step forward. She knows he will turn away, as he has so many times before.

And yet.

"It is time we speak," she says in a tone that brooks no argument.

He has no choice. His wolf form falls away. He stands before her in the clothes he wore when they first met.

"Years ago you made a decision for me," she says as she looks into his eyes. His soul. "A decision you had no right to make. You speak of free will, yet you negated mine."

There is no heat behind her words. No accusation. In her mind, it is a fact.

"I did not." He gazes at her, silently pleading with her to stop.

"I would have gone with you. I wanted to be by your side," she continues as if she did not hear him. Her voice is not as gentle as before. Anger wars with grief. "You said, no."

"I could not let that happen," he replies, his voice husky. "I cannot let you see what I will become. I could not risk you becoming the same."

The softness in her expression is replaced by steel. Her will was always strong. It was what carried her through the unspeakable horrors he had unwittingly unleashed.

"That was my choice to make, not yours!" Now, he hears the anger.

What can he say? That love gave him the right to choose for her? He knows in his heart it did not.

"Now you are making another decision. One that will harm tens of thousands." She takes a step forward. "Only a would-be god could be so arrogant."

"I am not a god," he whispers. He takes a step back. His own anger kindles in response to hers. How can she think that? Why can't she understand?

"You think not?" Her eyes challenge him. She challenges him in ways no one ever has before. "Only a god could be so callous."

Her words are like daggers. He cannot look at her.

"I have no choice," he answers, his voice rising but still barely more than a whisper.

"There are always choices, Solas," she says. Her voice is weary. The anger spent. "You may not like them but they are there."

She turns her head in the direction of her dream children, of his dream self. Turns her head in the direction of what could have been.

"Var lath vir suledin, vhenan," she says. "Remember?"

His answer sticks in his throat.

She turns back to him.

"Your choice is simple, vhenan. You can be Fen'Harel and destroy the world, or you can be Solas and find a better way."

He searches her face, expecting to see hope. There is none. She knows him too well.

And yet.

She has not given up on him.

Without another word, she turns and walks back to the other Solas waiting patiently under the arch.

It hurts. It always does. She cannot be happy unless he is by her side. Unless he is where he wants to be.

He awakens. He has a choice to make.

And yet.

#dragon age inquisition #solas #dai #solas dragon age #solavellan #solas dread wolf #solasmance #solas x female lavellan #fanfic #fen'harel #solavellanfic

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I imagine Zoro feeling guilty for the famine & death he inadvertently caused. During this time he's a bit more distant, more closed off. One day, Sanji sees him in the fields of the dead with souls of children who had starved to death. He sees Zoro apologize to them and, with with a wave of his hand, takes away their pain. (1/2)

oh YES. there’s definitely a lot of guilt and emotional tumoil there. zoro doesn’t regret it, because then he wouldn’t have met sanji, but it eats away at him. he gently deflects sanji’s attempts at getting him to open up; spends way too long after dinner soaking in the mineral pools beneath the castle and running circles around his head over what he could have done differently. he ensures that the souls are happy after death, sure, but what about before? what about how much they’d suffered? they hadn’t had painless deaths. they deserved better than what zoro had caused because of his own immaturity.

sanji slips down and finds him in the pools, and his husband is silent when he sits on the ledge and dips his feet in the water.

they don’t talk. not for a while. sanji coaxes zoro’s head into his lap and pets at his hair, and zoro hugs his calves to his chest.

now, zoro is not what you’d usually call a soft person. sanji has seen him absolutely radiating divine rage, his shadows lashing out behind him like barbed whips, eyes glowing unearthly gold in his anger. he has seen his husband make unbelievably tough calls without so much as flinching or showing a hint of emotion.

but here, when it’s just them, it is obvious to see that zoro cares. he’s plagued by the truth of what he’d caused from one small decision, and it makes sanji’s heart ache. “what’s on your mind, darling?”

“it’s my responsibility to take care of the dead,” zoro breathes as he presses his forehead to sanji’s thigh. “i don’t regret it. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but it can’t happen again.”

“well, i’d hope not!” sanji scoffs gently, trying to lighten the mood and trailing his finger back and forth through zoro’s two remaining earrings. “if you kidnapped anybody else to marry i’d— well, i don’t know what i’d do.”

“if that ever happens,” zoro starts, very seriously, “take my head off. that isn’t me.”

sanji laughs. zoro’s hair is damp at at the ends and silky-soft beneath his fingers. “why was your first instinct to kidnap me, anyway?”

the king groans, and sanji is delighted that he can read zoro well enough to tell he’s embarrassed. “i had no idea how i was going to talk to you. you looked�� untouchable. you’d have never looked twice at someone like me.”

“so… you kidnapped me. kind of a red flag.”

“i panicked and made a stupid decision, okay? and that stupid decision killed thousands.” zoro lifts his head and shifts to stack his forearms across sanji’s knees. he suddenly looks haunted. his eyes are bottomless pools of grey slate. “your father’s wrath was… deserved. and i wish he’d directed it at me.”

“oh, believe me, he wanted to. but he wasn’t sure who took me, even though he suspected, and even if he was right knew that he wouldn’t have been able to touch you.”

“i’d let him.” he draws in a shaky breath, leaning into the fingers sanji presses to the nape of his neck. “if i could go back—”

“but you can’t,” sanji reminds him gently. “what’s done is done. we can only make the most of it now. try and make it better.”

zoro sighs heavily and regards his husband with a wan smile. “don’t know what kind of stupid decisions i’d be making without you here,” he says, and sanji snorts.

“yeah, well. that’s why i am here. somebody had to keep you company before you went bonkers,” he mutters airily, ruffling zoro’s hair with his fingertips.

the water sloshes gently. zoro’s lungs are warm with steam, and his fingertips prune. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better.”

sanji clicks his tongue in a soft reproach, leaning forward to hug zoro to his chest. “it’s not me you should be apologising to anymore. you’ve more than made up for that,” he whispers, and the words echo in the cavern. they help, if only a little.

“i know.” zoro’s lips brush his husband’s shoulder. his arms fit around sanji’s waist like they were made for it, and he feels the wedding ring pressed to the top of his spine. “i know. i’m trying.”

he doesn’t know what else to say. doesn’t know what will absolve him of this guilt, sitting like a stone at the bottom of his stomach; he has a sinking suspicion that it’ll never really go away, but he’d prefer that any day over not feeling guilty at all.

zoro is the king of death. that is exactly why he treasures life most of all.

he looks up at his husband, resolute, and sanji raises an expectant eyebrow. “help me. teach me to be— kind. gentle. i need a buffer so the children—”

“but you are,” comes the reply, so very soft. “you are kind, and you are gentle, and you are a good king. they are not scared of you. they are simply in a new place, and they need guidance. familiarity. but yes—” sanji smiles, slowly, and zoro’s heart aches in his chest. “i’ll help. i’ll come with you. what was it you said to me, when you proposed?”

“my equal in every way, by my side,” zoro says immediately. it is his truth, everything he knows, and sanji nods.

“exactly. you’re allowed to lean on me, you know.”

“…i don’t feel like i deserve it, sometimes.”

“well, you’re wrong. so get your butt out of your giant bath—” sanji splashes the surface of the pool with his fingers, and zoro smiles despite everything, “—and we’ll go visit the fields again.”

“alright.” zoro is blessed. he knows it. and he’s dealing with the fallout of his stupidity, but gods.

he is so fucking glad sanji’s here.

#zosan #one piece zosan #op zosan #zosan au #zoro x sanji #ronoroa zoro #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #one piece zoro #one piece #ask box #ino’s ask box

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Masterlist ☆ Heart Without Beat Masterlist

HEART WITHOUT BEAT: Chapter One

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Notes: I'm so nervous about starting this series lol I hope it turns out to be something good. And also, I don't guarantee to post often! I've been so busy lately, so forgive me for future delays. One more thing, this chapter was more about contextualizing your childhood, so it can be kind of boring and shit, I really have a hard time starting stories but it will get better later on, trust me! 😭

Summary: You were in good condition in the way you were, without friends, alone, only you and your mother. But how will your life go from now that you've been thrust into a new group of children and those children turn out to be Toruk Makto's children?

Warnings: A little bit of a childhood panic attack, a little bit of blood… I guess that's all? Very distressed child.

Word Count: 4k

Ngaytxoa (n) - Acknowledgment of guilt and regret; apology

'Itetsyìp (n) - Daughter (term of endearment)

'Ite (n) - Daughter Sa'nu (n) - Mommy

Sa'nok (n) - Mother Yawne (n) - Loved

Your mother used to tell you how important it was to have friendships and people to count on during your life. With them, you would never be alone. They would give you directions. But you didn't feel that way.

Having friendships, people important to you, meant that the time to leave would become more painful.

You hadn't lost that many until your present age as a child, only your father whom you also had no valuable memories of. And the reason you thought this way was nothing more than observing how lonely your mother sometimes seemed.

Many times you saw her with a rosary in hand, sad and shaken eyes, along with trembling lips, just whispering to the heavens about her daily life.

Whether she was saying this to the Great Mother, or to her late companion, you didn't know. However, you had no desire to feel that kind of pain. So you assumed that if you didn't have people to care about, you wouldn't suffer the pain of loss.

And that was what you said to your mother when she insists on making you socialize and, every time she was surprised by the way you, just a child, thought. Then she would always give him a tight hug, while murmuring in a voice loaded with sadness, 'It's unfair that you have to think like that.'

But you didn't really care. You always reassured her that as long as you were still together, you were the happiest person in the world. But this only resulted in a shaken look on her face, but as a child, you never understood why.

You were playing alone with some harmless forest critters near a tree, while your mother was nearby picking fruits and herbs for the day's dinner.

You heard footsteps nearby, but just assumed it was other people going about their daily activities, that is until you heard, "What is that stranger doing?"

"Playing with bugs, of course. After all, she doesn't even have the ability to make friends." Laughter followed after the not-so-hidden whispering.

Your ears flopped back and bent slightly at the words, but as usual, you didn't mind the comments and just went on with what you were doing.

You were used to it. It was wrong, but not unusual. The times you tried to talk to other children at your mother's request, it turned out that you didn't make a good impression with most of them. Being too quiet, too explosive and too alone.

You began to be nicknamed various things, and a horrible treatment for a child comes in the package.

Your mother didn't know these things, you didn't want her to know.

Telling her meant that she would have no peace with your worries, and this is definitely the last thing you wanted.

Nevertheless, what was their reason for acting this way? How important was their existence to give them the luxury of belittling you?

You didn't do anything bad, you just wanted to make your mother happy. Why did they make things so difficult?

"Hey weirdo. What are you doing?", one of the boys approached as he looked at you with a mocking look, his friends following right behind.

You didn't want to answer, but you knew how they worked, if you didn't answer, more headache would attract. "Nothing of your interest."

The boy let out an angry snort at the answer. Wanting to touch the wound even more, he didn't give up tormenting you as easily as you wanted him to. "Who taught you to talk like that? Don't you have a father to give you an education?"

You stopped what you were doing and just digested what he had said.

Your mother used to look at you and wonder how you, a small, innocent child, could think of isolating yourself for fear of loss. But if she heard what these so-called innocent children are saying to you now, don't you think she would continue to think that children are such pure beings.

You were once a pure child, a child just wanting to be a child. But from the moment you entered a new social cycle, you realized that the world can be very cruel sometimes.

You would definitely rather keep talking to the bugs on your planet than try to communicate with these ones behind you.

You inhaled deeply, doing your best to hold back the tears that had begun to fill your eyes. The last thing you wanted was to show weakness around them.

"What? Didn't they teach you to talk too-", before the boy could even finish his sentence, you found yourself unable to stop the punch that flew toward his face.

"Don't you ever talk about my father again!!! Do you hear me?! NEVER!". You were so angry, your heart was hurting and tears were wetting your cheeks, you were unable to hold them back. How pathetic.

You just stood there, looking at the boy on the floor who had a bloody nose as he slowly began to scream in pain. His breath was failing, ears glued to your head, and tail lashing out in pure hatred.

Not even a few minutes passed before adults were beginning to circle the area. A woman appeared in front of you grabbing your arm while shaking you. She was yelling at you, asking endless questions. Your arm hurt from the grip.

You were scared. You didn't want to cause your mother any trouble. You were an idiot.

You were able to catch a glimpse in the crowd of a woman trying to make her way through, and as you looked at her, more tears welled up in your eyes, followed by several silent sobs. Would her mother be disappointed to hear what happened?

"Stop, don't hurt her! Ma'Ite!", your mother immediately went to you and took you in her arms, cradling your head as you cried more and more into her neck. You could feel your mother's trembling hands on your head, her voice wavering as she tried to soothe you.

You didn't want to hurt her, you didn't want to see her sad. Your little heart ached to see your mother like this. "Ngaytxoa Sa'nu…", you murmured.

No longer aware of what was going on around you, you just focused your attention on your mother's smell and body temperature.

Would people hate you now? Would they throw you out of the clan? You didn't do what you did out of spite, they were the ones who were mean to you, what fault did you have?

Her mind was full of doubts and fears, but the comforting whispers of her mother were enough to calm her troubled spirit.

"She didn't mean to do that. I'm sure there was a motive behind her actions. She is just a child, please don't blame her."

You were able to hear your mother talking to someone nearby. Presently you found yourself backed into a corner, legs clasped to your chest and face hidden in your arms.

You only brought shame to your mother.

You knew that it would never work to try to settle down with the children of the clan, to make friends. But there was a desire in your heart to see your mother happy, you wanted to make your mother happy.

But you never did the right things.

Your mother was talking to the Olo'eyktan at this moment, who was alarmed because of the great commotion that started after you hit another child.

You prayed to Eywa that your leader would have mercy on you and not kick you out of the Omatikaya clan. Or at least allow your mother to continue living here, she had nothing to do with your actions, she didn't deserve to suffer even more.

Suddenly the next room was silent, and the next thing you heard were soft footsteps coming toward you.

You raised your head to look at the figure in front of you, meeting the gaze of your mother who held out her arms to you as she spread a simple smile on her lips.

"Come on yawne, let's go home." As soon as you stood up, she took you in her arms and placed a gentle kiss on your temple. Your heart warmed at the caress.

"Sa'nu…won't we have to leave?" You murmured, sniffling softly, reaching out your finger to play with one of the beads at the end of your mother's hair.

"Leave? Where to?", as you walked out of the place that appeared to be for Olo'eyktan meetings, your mother asked frowning slightly at your comment.

"From the clan. You see, I have done bad things, they will punish me."

"Oh my baby, no one will go away, we will not go away. They won't do anything to you, I promise."

You were silent for a few minutes, your eyes were beginning to heavy from the calmness you were feeling in your mother's arms. The day was full, you were exposed to many emotions and conflicts. Your little body was beginning to succumb to the overload of the day.

"I just want you to be honest with me, honey. Why did you do that? Mommy won't fight with you." Your mother slowly asked, just testing the waters. She could feel you tense up in her arms and it didn't help to ease her worries.

"It was nothing, really." You hid your face in the curve of your mother's neck. You believed that if she saw you, she would know immediately what happened and you didn't want that.

"Don't lie to your mother." When you finally reached the tent, your mother came in and immediately put you down to begin preparing something for you to eat.

You walked to a corner and sat there, just watching your mother's fluid movements around the tent. You were happy to be in a peaceful environment now.

Your mother let out a soft sigh, sitting down by the newly lit campfire as she peeled some of the fruit they still had stored there.

She was so distraught by the sudden commotion that began around her daughter that she forgot to pick up the items she had been gathering earlier. You were lucky that there were enough leftovers for a dinner party.

"Do you really plan to hide this from your Sa'nok?", she asked quietly, letting you answer in your own time.

You didn't answer right away, eyes beginning to glisten with new tears as you kept a sob from escaping your throat. Your mother was patient, she waited who knows how long until you finally plucked up the courage to say, "They were bad."

Your mother stopped her movements, digesting your words as your heart sank with the meaning. "Bad how?"

Again silence. You were afraid to say it, afraid of what might happen. You just wanted to forget everything and go on living as if nothing had happened. But you know your mother…she wouldn't let it go so easily, especially not after your previous statement. "They call me bad names…and make fun of me for not having a father."

Her mother didn't know what to respond. She didn't imagine that the simple fact that her father was not alive, united to your family, would be a reason for others to hurt her little heart.

She was not as naive as she seemed. She knew very well how cruel people can be, regardless of their age.

It was a fact that she wanted you to make good friends, your mother hated to see you lonely, playing only with her since you were born.

However, she didn't insist so much, because she knew the difficulty you had. But she didn't expect that the difficulty was because others weren't good with you. She hadn't paid enough attention to see how her daughter was suffering.

And this filled her inside with sadness. Your mother didn't know how to respond or how to comfort you. She only wanted you to have a happy childhood, just as she had promised your father, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, 'Itetsyìp."

You looked up in surprise at your mother, who went back to preparing dinner again. "No, Sa'nok has nothing to do with it. It's not your fault." Your voice was a little shaky, your energy was depleted, but you needed to take this weight off your mother's back, none of this was her fault. "Please don't blame yourself."

Your mother sighed again, she noticed how you wanted to avoid the subject, she saw the weariness in your eyes and how your little body trembled slightly. Not wanting to burden you further, especially with your shortcomings as a mother, she decided to end the matter right there. "All right, let's not talk about it anymore. Now come, the food is practically ready."

A few days had passed since the accident with you and the other children. You and your mother didn't receive such good treatment after that, always being surrounded by rumors and gossip.

The truth is, they don't exactly respect you. They just looked up to the brave warrior their father was.

He would be disappointed by the way these people are acting. But it is how it is.

What you were avoiding ended up happening. Several women were glaring at your mother, keeping their children away from you, afraid that you would hurt them too.

Frankly, you were not a monster, you were just protecting yourself in that situation. But as always, people were too ignorant to know the truth, not much could be done.

Despite this, his mother slowly grew closer to Olo'eyktan's family, more specifically, to Neytiri, Toruk Makto's wife.

Neytiri also participated in the conversation between Jake and his mother, and she confesses that she wanted to punish you at first, thinking you were just another troublemaking child. But upon hearing your story, her soul was softened by the mother-daughter family.

The two became good friends and you were glad for it. Your mother was happier these days. The only problem was that both adults wanted to drag you into the Sully children's group, especially Neytiri, saying your kids were great children and would definitely be nice to you. But trying again was not an option.

"Ma'Ite, trust your Sa'nok, they are good children. Their oldest is your age, isn't that nice?", your mother had been trying for some time to convince you to go with her to the Sully family tent. She and Neytiri had arranged to have a little get-together to weave utensils while just catching up.

You were happy with that new friendship, but why were you also a victim?

"Sa'nok, I'll be fine on my own! I don't want to go." You said it again, arms folded across your chest as you gave your mother a dumb pout, trying your best to convince her. But again, it was inefficient.

Your mother knelt down in front of you, took your little hands in hers, and said, "Look, let's make a deal, you go this time, and if they're mean to you, you don't have to go anymore, how about it?"

Honestly, you wanted to deny it again and keep going against your mother's requests. But as you looked into her pleading eyes, you felt a twinge deep inside you. Your mother also seemed to be a child at times, and it was so hard to cope.

Her ears drooped slightly, tail wagging from side to side, conveying her disgust. But all that really came out of her mouth was a low murmur, "That's unfair…".

Your mother hugged you, a warm, loving hug. And then before she said anything, she deposited a kiss on your cheek, passing comfort and protection. "I will be there to protect you, hm? Sa'nu believes you will enjoy yourself."

You just nodded in affirmation. Your mother placed one last kiss on the top of your head, stood up, and took your small hand in hers to start down the path to the tent of the well-known Sullys.

When you got there, you promptly hid behind your mother's legs, while she had one of her hands on your head as a way of telling you that everything was fine.

Neytiri came out to welcome you, and soon her smile broadened as she saw the small child hiding behind her new friend. She made a nod of greeting to her mother, placing her fingers in the middle of her forehead and then pulling them apart. Then she shifted her focus to you. "Hello little one, I'm very happy to see you here."

You didn't know how exactly to respond to the older woman's greeting, so you just buried your face in your mother's leg for protection. You were a little embarrassed in the woman's presence, she was very beautiful.

Neytiri giggled at the innocent action and made way for you to pass. It wasn't exactly the family tent, but it was an open place full of trinkets. It was a comfortable environment where the noises of the forest were quiet and there was also good fresh air.

"My kids are just down there playing in the lake, Jake is looking after them too, you can go down and meet them", Neytiri said pointing to the lake below, sending you a reassuring smile in the process.

You took a step back shaking your head in denial. Starting to feel a sour taste in your mouth, you almost instantly regret agreeing to go there.

Noticing your distress, your mother's figure promptly crouched down to your level, placed her hands on your little face and soothed you. "'Ite. Ma'Ite, calm down. I'm here, see?", she slid a finger on your cheek, staring into your eyes so you could see that everything was all right. "Mama will be here all the time, there is nothing to fear. I promise, and Eywa can punish me if I'm wrong, they won't do anything bad to you, yes?"

She calmly brought her foreheads together, noticing how you were slowly starting to calm down, "I've met them before, they are such sweet children, give them a chance."

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and considering the options you had. You could just run away from there, get out of this confrontational situation, but your mother would be very hurt. Just you going there with her was enough to cheer her up. You had no right to take that happiness away from her.

And also, above all, your wish was to one day become a brave warrior, one of the best in the clan, just like your father. To have a strong and determined heart, to be respected and praised by all, like Toruk Makto.

But how would you do this if just the idea of having to talk to new people scared you? You would never be a good warrior at this rate, after all, there is no way to protect those you are afraid of.

So, with one last inhale of air, you replied in a voice almost like a whisper, "I will, Sa'nok."

Your mother turned away slightly to look at your small baby-fat face, a wide smile opening on her lips. "That's my little one." With a final kiss on your forehead, she lightly nudged you down to the lake, sending you a few more words of encouragement.

Taking one last look back, you've finally started on your way down to the lake.

What seemed like an eternity to you.

Arriving at the site, you were able to see Toruk Makto sitting on a rock near the lake, with a small baby girl in his arms. Her mother said that she was her recently born daughter, Tuktirey. And among the others, the oldest of them was your age, that is, eight years old. You were a little nervous about this, you believed that the younger the child was, the easier it was to handle.

That's because they were less intelligent than you.

You didn't know why, but your mother laughed the time you conveyed that line of thought to her. It was just the truth, wasn't it? She found it surprising how a child your age could think such mature thoughts. Well, they were probably what the circumstances demanded.

As you approached, you noticed how noisy the place was because of the shouting and laughing that the Sully children were doing. They seemed to be having a good time.

Jake was quick to notice your presence there and how hesitant you seemed to be to come any closer. He had been aware of your 'antisocial' situation when he first talked to his mother. Neytiri had also told him that if you ever had the courage to go to them, he should be kind to you and help you to integrate with your children.

So he thought that striking up a conversation with you would be the best option at the moment. "Hi little girl, did you come to play with the hurricanes over there?"

You were slightly startled to realize that the question was directed at you, but your face conveyed an image of confusion at the way he referred to his own children. 'They... were hurricanes?'

You didn't answer in words and just nodded. Jake smiled and held back the laugh he wanted to let out because of his nervousness, it would be mean of him if he laughed.

Then he looked again in the direction of your children and said in a loud voice, "Hey, there's a new little girl here who wants to play with you, be nice to her and include her in the game."

You froze. The three children's gazes were directed at you now. A horrible feeling settled in your stomach.

You still had a chance to escape. Run far, far away from there. But even your legs wouldn't allow it, being pinned firmly to the ground preventing any movement.

One of the children came towards you and stopped a few meters away. He seemed to be a few inches shorter than you, so you assumed he was younger. The boy stared at you for a few seconds, seemingly expecting you to say something, but seeing that you wouldn't, he quickly said, "My name is Lo'ak! Now that we've met, can we go play?"

"You skxawng, she hasn't even introduced herself yet!", the girl, who you assumed was Kiri from your mother's lines, went towards the boy and slapped him behind the head. You could tell that Lo'ak was not very happy with her sister's actions and started a little fight with her. You didn't know whether to laugh or be amazed at the situation.

Ignoring the other two, the eldest among them walked towards you, stopping just in front of you with one hand outstretched towards you as he introduced himself, "My name is Neteyam, it is a pleasure to meet you."

You looked at him with slightly wide eyes. You wanted to laugh at the way he sounded like an adult talking, even though you were the same age.

The other's presence aroused your attention by the way that a "responsible" aura covered him even at such a young age.

You didn't feel so afraid of this boy. He didn't look like a bad guy. At least not like those who had hurt you before. Maybe that was just the effect of being the eldest son of Toruk Makto, the Olo'eyktan of his clan. But Neteyam gave you confidence, and for just a second you allowed yourself to believe that this time there was a small chance it could really work out.

Imitating the strange action, you hesitantly shook his hand as you assumed it should be. With a smile on his face satisfied that you had responded to his actions, Neteyam asked you one last question to finally finish the 'rite' of friendship, and you found yourself secretly happy for the question. One you weren't used to receiving often by others. And so, maybe, just maybe, this time Eywa blessed her with great and good friends.

"So, what's your name?"

🏷: @mashiromochi

A thousand, a thousand pardons for any grammatical errors and if this chapter was really bad 🥲 my days are so busy. And also, as I said, I really have a hard time starting stories lol

Thanks for reading! 💞

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simpforchuchu · 3 months

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It wasn’t your fault

Prompts: DAY 5 - rope burns @febuwhump Characters: Todoroki x reader Fandom: High and Low Summary: He never should’ve been happy.

A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: scars, rope burns, guilt, regrets, angst

Fear is a very powerful emotion. It gnaws you and you can't think of anything else. Todoroki couldn't remember the last time he was this scared. But he was sure it wasn't anytime soon.

He should have known that everything was going well. Everything couldn't always go well, he couldn't always be happy.

His past was hunting not only him, but everything he cared in life.

He knew that his past enemies had attacked his friends before. He should have been more careful. He didn't deserve to be loved.

He was opening the doors of every room of the abandoned building and looking for you. He wanted to cry but he couldn't let it happen.

He was happy, happier than he had ever been before lately. But he should have known. He should have known this wouldn't last long.

He heard his friends calling after him, but he couldn't react. There was one last room left. He opened the door and saw you on the chair.

Millions of scenarios were running through his mind. were you breathing? Did it hurt a lot? Did you hate him?

He ran to the chair and shook you.

“Y/n! Y/n, can you hear me?”

You woke up, it wasn’t like he scared. You were alive. You were looking at him lovingly again. He hated it. Why weren't you angry at him? Why weren't you yelling at him? Why didn't you hate him?

“I knew you will come, Yosuke.”

It hurt more. Why ? Why were you still smiling?

He bent down and hugged your shoulders. He placed a kiss on your hair and looked at Tsuji, who was untying the ropes behind the chair. He was smiling back, happy they found you. But Todoroki couldn't smile.

After the ropes were loosened, you pulled your hands away, wanting to hug him. But he immediately noticed the scars on your hands. Rope burns... Even your wrists were bleeding. This was the last thing to break him. The young man's eyes filled with tears and he fell to his knees.

“It wasn't your fault.”

He knew you were whispering, he could hear you, he knew you were sincere but he didn't believe it. No, it was his fault. It was always his fault…

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knchins · 1 year

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hiii 🤍 if possible, could i request a part 2 of the trust issues s/o, but this time with mitsuya and maybe baji??

also, i hope ur day/evening is going rlly well ☺️

Hi hi!! Of course! My day has been very good! I hope your day/night is also going well ^-^ Sorry this took some time, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Mitsuya x Reader, Baji x Reader

TW: hurt/comfort, minor neglect, minor depictions of PTSD/trauma, mild angst (with happy endings)

Reader Type: Gender Neutral (Baji refers to reader as Angel) Word Count: ~300 each

A/N: I won't be doing colored text anymore as I see that it messes up default color text for dark mode users on mobile! Apologies for that <3 You can read part one here.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya had been working longer hours than usual lately. He had a fashion show at the end of the week and while he promised to make time for you, he had failed to keep it for several days in a row. Now he was arriving home to your shared apartment, a carefully made dinner long gone cold still sat on the dining table. A frown formed on his lips as he searched to find you curled up on your bed in the fetal position, crying softly.

“Hey, hey, come on now.” He said softly as he laid down beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You flinched at the soft touch, and he instantly felt a huge wave of guilt wash over him. “I’m sorry,” He said as he tried to pepper you with kisses, but each time you shied away from him.

“This is the fourth night in a row, Taka.” You mumbled, obviously still very upset with him. A few kisses weren’t going to dig him out of the hole he had put himself in by overworking. He had always struggled with time management, especially when a deadline was so close.

“I know,” though he sounded regretful, you were skeptical of how bad he truly felt. Mitsuya wanted nothing more than to bring that pretty smile back to your face. “Why didn’t you call me? I told you before you should. I get so wrapped up that I forget to check the time.”

“I just figured if you cared, you would want to come home and spend time with me.” You replied, and he knew that your fractured trust was partially his fault. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a long time as you lay in silence for what felt like hours.

“I’ve been working on a surprise for you.” He admitted sheepishly, “I wasn’t going to tell you but the grande finale to my show is a garment I made especially for you. I’ve just been so obsessed with making it perfect that I guess I lost sight of what’s more important, which is our relationship.

A small smile lit up your face, “Really? For me?”

“Yes, of course.” He said, giving your body a gentle squeeze as he hugged you. “Just for you.”

Baji

Baji had always been a bit of a wild card. He was known to fly off the handle at small inconveniences, and something even had simple as hunger could make him do violent things. However, one thing Baji had never done was show this kind of violence towards you.

It wasn’t until one particularly bad night, he had gotten into a fight and was still high on adrenaline when he came home. He began slamming doors to cabinets, kicking furniture, and generally being aggressive towards inanimate objects.

He was too caught up in his anger to notice the way you were cowering away from him. How every loud sound that he made would make you swallow hard and pull the blanket wrapped around your shoulders even tighter. It wasn’t until he realized that you were missing from his side did he notice how petrified you looked.

“Hey, hey, Angel I’m sorry.” He murmured, knowing he’d gotten caught up in his own head again. He didn’t mean to frighten you, and while he’d never lay a hand on you he knew that your trauma response couldn’t be helped. He put on a smile to try and show that he wasn’t upset and you let out a relieved sigh.

“I hate when you get like that, Kei…” You said in a quiet voice.

“I know,” He replied, pulling you into a tight hug. “I got carried away again. There’s some ice cream in the freezer, why don’t I make us both a bowl and you put on a movie you like, would that make you feel better?”

You nodded, relieved that he could be so sweet and understanding despite such a rough exterior. Baji pulled away from you and grinned. “Go pick out what you want to watch, then.” He watched as you shuffled into the living room and he made a mental note that next time he should just stay out until he’s calmed down.

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songficsbyrissi · 1 year

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The Fix (part 6)

Previously on The Fix….(click here for part 5)

“I think…..I think I l…..”

You turned around to face him with a puzzled expression, gazing into his eyes.

“You think you what?”

T’Challa shook his head and kissed your forehead. “Nothing. Just go on and be with him. That’s what you’ve wanted all along.” He managed to plaster a fake smile on his face. You weren’t really buying it but figured you had to. You said goodbye and walked out of the door. As you walked away from his office, you felt yourself tearing up and didn’t know why. What was the problem? You’ve gotten what you wanted, right?

Then why aren’t you happy about it?

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You were back with Aaron. That’s what you wanted for so long. He was somewhat being more attentive than he was before. It felt like he was trying to redeem himself for the past shittiness. Your relationship was better now. You should be happier now.

But you weren’t.

You still thought about T’Challa. When Aaron was kissing you, you were lowkey wishing it was T’Challa’s lips. When he was hugging you, you wished it was T’Challa’s arms around you.

You missed him.

You hated to admit it, but you did.

Was it guilt because you were in a committed relationship, thinking about another man? Or was it regret that you took Aaron back?

No. You wanted him. Aaron was your man and has always been your man. This was inevitable, and both you and T’Challa knew it.

Should you tell Aaron? Should you tell Aaron you cheated? Well, you didn’t cheat cheat, but you technically did. You gotta be honest with him. You can’t start this new relationship, especially since he’s improving himself for you. It’s only right.

Yeah, sure, bitch. You’re just hoping when you tell him, he leaves you alone for good so you can have T’Challa, all to yourself and guilt-free.

You winced at your brain. No, that’s not it. He deserves the truth. I would want him to tell me if he messed with another girl during our break.

LOL, so you can have an excuse to end it? So transparent.

Shut the fuck up, brain.

You finally got out of your head and glanced at your phone. It was almost 6, meaning Aaron was on his way over here. To study, of course. One would think after a long separation, you two would be at it like fucking rabbits. Granted, on your end, your needs were being more than fulfilled, but him? You weren’t sure, but then again, he swears he was faithful. It’s a shame you couldn't say the same.

Maybe Aaron wasn’t attracted to you anymore. No, that’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t have come back. You two were kinda starting over, so maybe he wanted to take it slow, which you were grateful for, lowkey.

A sharp knock on your dorm door shook you out of your thoughts. That must be him. You opened the door to see your boyfriend giving you a small smile. You failed to return it as he pulls you in for a quick hug and stepped aside to let him inside. He started to talk a bit about his day, but you weren't listening, and you felt bad that you weren’t listening, but you needed to get this off your chest.

“Aaron…we need to talk. Well, I need to talk, and you need to listen, then decide what you wanna do afterward. I just need to get this off my chest.” You blurted out, interrupting his rambling. He looked confused, taking a seat at your desk. In the look of confusion, worry seeped through. It seemed like he was panicking on the inside, but doing a good job to look calm. He was doing a good job, but you could read people easily.

He’s probably worried that you're breaking up with him.

You wanted to sigh. You weren’t, but after this, you were sure he was gonna want to break up for good.

You sat on your twin xl bed, facing him with a sincere expression. “There’s no easy way to say this, Aaron. But I have to. I had sex with someone else during our break. I’m so sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Your boyfriend blinked a few times and let out a deep sigh. “Um, so there was another guy?”

It was your turn to be confused. “Yes, there was, but I promise I ended it when you came back. I feel bad, but you were gone and dodging me, and I know that’s not an excuse but-“

“Y/N…it’s cool.”

You could’ve sworn a record scratch played in your head. He wasn’t mad.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows furrowed with your head tilted. Aaron let out a dry chuckle at your expression.

“Yeah, well, I ain’t really happy that you did that, but I guess I deserved it for abandoning you.”

You felt like you were dreaming. Is this real? Is he being serious or sarcastic? Was he gearing up to break up with you viciously? What was his angle here?

You shot up out of bed like a Jack in the box. “Where is Ashton Kutcher with the cameras?!”

“What?”

You got close to him. “Aaron, I CHEATED on you, and you’re ok with that?!”

He groaned in response, which caused you to raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

“I told you! I ain’t happy about it, but we were on a break, and you were honest. Girl, what do you want? You want me to scream at you? To break up with you?”

You were taken aback by this because what did you want him to do? You weren’t sure, but damn, it felt like he didn’t really care. You told T’Challa you were breaking up y’all’s situation-ship, and he seemed distraught. Your fucking boyfriend, on the other hand, finds out you fucked another man, and he acts as if you told him you lost his pencil or something.

Hell, you were beginning to think you would get more of a reaction if you lost his damn pencil!

However, the crazy thing is, you were somewhat relieved he didn’t blow up on you. It was a mix of emotions, and you were overall annoyed with it.

“So I fucked another man, multiple times, and it was GOOD, I mean really -“

Aaron’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Alright, you’re doing a lot. I feel like you want me to break up with you.”

You got mute, but after a while, managed to squeak out. “Well, are you?”

He finally stood up and took your hands. “No, babe. I meant it when I said I wanted us back. I can’t sit here and act like you weren't gonna meet and like other guys during our break. Like I said before, I ain’t thrilled about it, but it happened. We just gotta push through.”

You raised an eyebrow again. “Did you meet and like other girls? Because you’re surprisingly so understanding about this.”

He let out another chuckle. “I told you I was working on me during our break.”

You allowed yourself to crack a small smile. “I guess you really did.” You leaned in to kiss his lips, and after a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. For real.”

“I know you are. Now come on, let’s study.”

Aaron was at your dorm for maybe an hour before he had to go. You barely studied, but it’s ok. You could do it later. It was a little past 7. Still kind of early. You resolved things with Aaron, and you had a nagging feeling that you should resolve things with T’Challa. You haven’t talked to him since that day. It didn’t seem like anything was bad between you guys, but you still felt a pressing urge to see him. You decided to pop up, so he wouldn’t reject you.

You got dressed in a simple, casual outfit and walked to his apartment. You remembered the number and made your way to his door. You hesitated to knock because what if he really didn’t want to see you?

You didn’t get the chance to knock because the door swung open, and there was T’Challa, clad in his black v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. It took everything, and I mean, everything for you not to look down. He was stunned to see you, and you gave a shy smile.

“Hi. I’m sorry for just dropping in on you, but can we talk? Please?”

Unbeknownst to you, he wanted to smile at you, but couldn’t. In all honesty, his heart was happy to see you, but his brain was angry at your audacity to show up at his apartment after breaking his heart. But with those eyes of yours, he just wanted to give you whatever you wanted. The problem was…you wouldn’t let him.

T’Challa finally mustered up some words for you. “Y/N, now is not a good time.”

You felt defeated, but you should’ve expected that answer.

“I get it, but I just wanted to say-“

“Hey, T'challa, where’d you get that soap-“ a girl popped up from where his bathroom was, and her eyes fell on you. You recognized her. Nadia Richardson. She was a girl you had class with a few times, and let’s just say the classes weren’t the only easy things.

Don’t get it twisted. You were very hoe-positive and not a slut shamer, but this slut needed to be shamed. She flirted and ended up sleeping with many men on campus, single, married, in a relationship, you name it. She didn’t care who she was sleeping with. She was an attractive woman and felt like everyone deserved a piece of it.

And it seemed like T’Challa was one of them. Her first professor. She must be fucking ecstatic.

“Oh hey! I recognize you! Y/N, right? We had classes together!” Nadia must’ve seen the expression on your face and giggled. “Oh, this isn’t what this looks like! He was helping me with these upcoming finals! I was a mess, but he really fixed me!”

She was grinning now as if she was mocking you. Your blood began to boil, and you sprinted away from his door.

“Did I say something wrong?” You heard Nadia ask as you ran away.

You couldn’t believe this. He really was fucking her?!?! A student? So quick after you two ended?! You felt like you couldn’t breathe with how furious you were. Hot tears were pricking your eyes as you continued to stomp away from that disgusting display. You fucking knew it. He was some sick professor that preyed on students, and your dumbass fell prey to him.

You were not aware T’Challa had chased after you until you were finally outside, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. He had been calling your name the whole time, but you couldn’t hear in all the anger.

“Y/N! Will you please calm down?!”

You pulled away from him roughly and gave him a huge shove to his chest.

“CALM DOWN?!?!! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN YOU GOT SOME BITCH FROM CAMPUS IN YOUR APARTMENT?!”

“Y/N, lower your voice please let me exp-“

You shoved him again, this time, the hot tears fell. “I KNEW YOU WERE A DIRTY DICK PROFESSOR THAT WAS OVER HERE PREYING ON STUDENTS! YOU WERE GIVING HER THE FIX TOO, I SEE!”

Now T’Challa was mad. “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, WOMAN?!”

You sarcastically laughed. “Oh yes! But I FUCKING FOUND IT! I should’ve never fucked your nasty ass!”

You turned on your heel to storm off, but he prevented that by grabbing your wrist roughly. You looked in his eyes, and you could’ve sworn you had never seen him that pissed before. You almost swallowed nervously.

“I did not fuck that woman! But even if I had, that is none of your concern! You ended our relationship to be with your boyfriend, correct?! So why are you still concerned about me?! Why did you even come here?!”

You finally swallowed and pulled your arm again, with no success. “I wanted to fucking talk to you! I didn’t wanna be on bad terms with you-“

“WELL, WE ARE. UNDERSTAND?! YOU CAN NOT BREAK MY HEART, AND COME BACK HERE AND EXPECT ME TO ASSOCIATE WITH YOU! HOW INCREDIBLY SELFISH ARE YOU?!?!”

That was it. He finally burst. You were still trying to register what he just said to you. Break his heart?

T’Challa’s face softened, and he loosened the grip he had on your wrist.

“I loved you. Loved you more than he did. I did everything I could to show you that I loved you, but you wanted him. I would have given you the world if you asked me to, Y/N. But you did not want the world from me. You wanted it from him. Even after you wounded me with your actions and now your words, I still love you.”

You don’t know what possessed you to do this, but you did it. You slapped him. Right across the face. You did it hard as hell too. He was shocked by your action. You were somewhat shocked by your action.

“You’re a fucking liar.” You hissed venomously. “You don’t fucking love me. You ran into that hoe’s arms right after I left! And now you wanna say you love me?!”

T’Challa‘s anger came back. “What are you doing here, really? Wanting to talk to me?! As if you care about me?! As if you love me?!”

“I DO! I FUCKING DO!” You shouted out, shocking him and yourself. It felt like something that was waiting to burst out of you, and it finally did. You felt relief, but you were still so fucking mad at him.

He finally let your wrist go completely. “I see I am not the only fucking liar here.”

His words cut deep. You were hurt. He denied your love, but hell, you did the same thing, so how could you really talk?

More tears fell, and you wiped them away, quickly. You took a deep breath and chuckled dryly.

“You know what? Go to hell and take that fucking slut with you.” You spat and turned to storm away, but you turned back to let out one more thing before completely walking away.

“And you’re right. I am a liar. Because I fucking hate you.”

You didn’t know when you got back to your dorm, but you did. Through the tears you sobbed while walking, you managed to make it to your dorm safely. You hated him, but you loved him. You love him. It took a minute to realize, but you did. If anything, you’ve been in denial about it because Aaron was all you knew. How could you let go of all you knew?

Maybe you held onto the thing making you sad because once upon a time, it made you happy.

You fucked up. You hurt T’Challa and yourself by being an absolute fuck up. In reality, you didn’t deserve him. You clearly weren’t the type of girl he should love. Maybe he’ll find love with Nadia, and she’ll finally sit her lil nasty ass down. You had it coming.

You were scared to love him, and now you lost him.

Amid your sobbing and wallowing, you finally noticed your group chat had messages and, before you could read them, Melanie was calling you.

“HOE!!!” She screamed as soon as you answered the phone. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t.

“What’s up?”

“Were you not looking at the group chat?! Bitch, we're about to go to this party at GSU. You down?!”

You shook your head as if she could see you. “I don’t think so. I’m not really up to partying.”

“Come on, bitch! Let’s go! We gotta party one time before we really gotta focus on finals! We deserve it! Besides, doesn’t your boo go here?”

She’s right. Finals was about to whoop our ass, and Aaron did go to GSU, the college thirty minutes away from yours. Fuck it. Let’s party and see your actual man instead of thinking about that stupid man you still love.

You got off the phone to get cute, and your friends came to get you an hour later. When you arrived at the party, it was loud and looked fun as fuck. Once you walked, Mel immediately went up to a guy, and Cass went to go get a drink. Ari stayed with you, being just as asocial and anxious as you are. Soon after, a man asked Ari to go dance, and she looked at you for permission. You silently gave it to her, and she went on her way. Now you were alone. You sighed deeply. This was trash. You should’ve stayed in your dorm. You really weren’t in the mood to party.

A minute or two later, You decided to follow Cass’s lead and go get a drink. Maybe you just needed a drink or 2 or 5 or 10. You didn’t see Cass where the drinks were. You shrugged this off and continued getting a drink. As you were sipping, the three stooges ran up to you, with calm but panicked looks on their faces. What was going on?

“Hey, this party is actually wack. I think we should go.” Mel stated as the rest of them agreed with her easily. What the fuck is their problem?

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night. There’s probably another party we can go to.” Cass chimed in.

You looked at all three suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you guys? Your niggas did something?” You snorted before taking another sip.

“No, but yours did,” Ari mumbled under her breath, causing the other two to hit her. You didn’t hear her though.

“What?”

“Nothing, sweetie. We should just go!” Mel attempted to push you out of the kitchen while Cass and Ari followed behind. Once you almost made it to the front door, you glanced to your right, and think it was the alcohol affecting you, but you only had one drink. Were you drugged?

“Hey guys. Is it just me, or is that Aaron kissing a man?” You questioned, giggling at how ridiculous that might’ve sounded. When your three friends stopped, hung their heads in defeat, and sighed, right then and there, you knew you weren’t drugged. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you, and what you were seeing was real life.

“You guys…Why the FUCK is Aaron kissing a man?”

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A/N: uh oh! Did anyone see that coming? I know I did because I am the author 😇 I do wanna make a few things clear:

I do not condone homophobia so please know this isn’t the direction I am going in with this story. Reader will NOT be homophobic, and I’m trying my absolute best to make sure she doesn’t come across as so.

This bombshell moment has always been intended since the beginning of this story. It's not something I threw in for the hell of it lol. If you reread the parts and even this chapter, the hints were there!

That fight between you and T’Challa was whew! But let’s see how and if we come back from this! 😉

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Love is in the air

a WTFIYS for @compaculaaa's wtfiys for the sparkling sibling au.

It's been quite a long time since that fateful day, the day where Elita-1 got left behind on Archa-7 and mutated into a half spider techno organic being. Out of hurt and bitterness, Elita, now renaming herself as Blackarachnia joined the Decepticons to get revenge on her brothers after they seemingly abandon her to the spiders after the cave collapsed because of the unstable energon cubes that exploded the Decepticon warship she and her brothers were looking for.

But what she didn't know that her older brother, Optimus Prime took the blame for her supposed death and got expelled from the Autobot Academy as a result, which lands him a job as a space bridge maintenance bot with a crew of his own that consists of a band of misfits. She meet her brother Optimus again on earth, during Halloween night as she try to persuade Sari Sumdac the human ally of Optimus and his crew to give her the Allspark key in order to 'help' Bulkhead and Bumblebee after incapacitating them. To say the reunion is not that warm or pleasant is an understatement. Blackarachnia straight up attacked Optimus to make it clear she is not happy to see him again, after that incident on Archa-7 for abandoning her to the spiders.

However, Optimus, once he discover that Blackarachnia is his supposed deceased younger sister Elita-1 still wanted to help her, despite the fact she attacked him, his crew and Sari. Though she quickly decline his offers to help her since it will be a long time she trust anybot again, especially him.

Many encounters later, Blackarachnia slowly realized that Optimus really mean what he said. And she start feeling somewhat guilty for doubting his kindness and desires to help her.

After Optimus' return to Cybertron, and the capture of Megatron and his lieutenants Lugnut and Shockwave, he took Blackarachnia home to their carrier Alpha Trion and recovering sire Ultra Magnus; who had been attacked by Shockwave under the disguise of Longarm Prime, the current head of intelligence and their old daycare attendant.

The return of Blackarachnia has received a lot of different response and reaction from each bots in the family. Alpha Trion immediately came over to the spider bot and hugged her once he discovered that she's Elita-1; his long gone daughter, Ultra Magnus can't contain his tears of joy at his daughter's return as he hugged her too, while Sentinel reacted in disgust by the fact his sister is now a techno organic being. Though, he was quickly berated by his carrier and brother for acting like that toward her.

But, that didn't stopped there. Some bots are genuinely afraid of Blackarachnia, or straight up showing distain toward her for being half organic, which makes her feel like an actual outcast to Cybertron. Optimus and Alpha Trion did their best to make Blackarachnia feel better of the predicament, nothing seems to work as she slowly drowns in her spiral of self hate and insecurity.

Alpha Trion can't bear to see his baby girl suffering like this, it hurts his spark more than having a thousand blades impaling him on the sparkchamber. "What seems to trouble you, my love?" Ultra Magnus questions softly, carefully stepping over to his mate.

"It's Elit- I mean Blackarachnia, dear." Alpha Trion sighed sadly, turning over to the still recovering bot. "Lots of bots are avoiding her just because she's a techno organic. She's currently taking a walk with Optimus to Iacon's main park."

"I see." Ultra Magnus secretly regret setting up the whole organic are dangerous propaganda on the first place. This only leads to his daughter's misery, since none of the bots except himself, Alpha Trion, and Optimus wants nothing to do with a half organic even those who are formally Cybertronians.

"I'm getting worried about her." Alpha Trion said. "What if she's going to be alone forever because she's a techno organic now."

With a great pang of guilt and sadness, Ultra Magnus hold Alpha Trion close and let the older bot sob softly on his shoulder. "I... I'm sure there will be someone that love her for herself and not minding her organic half."

"How can you be sure?"

"Well, it didn't hurt to wish for that to happen, isn't it, love?"

"I... I suppose you're right."

However, the older couple didn't realize that their wish is about to be realized. Optimus and Blackarachnia decided to visit Maccadam' Old Oil House, their uncle's famous bar to grab a quick drink after a long walk in the park.

Uncle Maccadam greeted them warmly, and give those two their usuals as he continue to serve drinks to the patrons. Though, the bartender glanced at his niece and nephew, more specifically at his niece with furrowed optical ridges, worried for her mental and emotional health. He is completely aware of the treatment Blackarachnia received for being part organic and cursed those who mistreated his niece internally, even calling them stupid crankshaft for not knowing any better.

Surely enough, another bot enters the oil house and quickly make his way inside. The mech is uncharacteristically tall for a civilian frame, but not close to a Decepticon's height. He has bright orange, white and light orange color scheme with a black slender body and light grey face. He has a pair of cat-like green eyes, slanting upward.

The new mech mech leisurely make his way through the patrons and took a seat near Blackarachnia, seemingly untroubled by her presences. Maccadam look over to the mech and smiles. "Welcome back, young bot."

"Hi, Mr. Maccadam." The mech politely greets back, which caught the attention of Optimus and Blackarachnia since they didn't see or hear him coming. "This place is lively, as always and so are you." He smiled warmly.

The bartender grinned back at him. "Well, I try to be."

"It's good to know. I'll be taking the usual, please?" The mech said.

"One usual, coming right up!" Maccadam said, before he left to fix his orders. "This will take a while, young bot."

"No worries, I can wait."

While waiting for his order, the mech went on fidgeting his digits nervously. Blackarachnia eyed the mech curiously as she take a sip from her energon drink. He doesn't seem to notice that the spider bot has been observing him, but Optimus did.

He watch as Blackarachnia inspect the new mech from head to pede, wondering what she's thinking right now.

"Here you go. One usual." Maccadam came back with a large glass of spiked energon, along with a bowl of snacks in case he wants something to snack on.

"Thank you Mr. Maccadam."

"Anytime, young bot. Enjoy." The bartender smiled before he left.

About an hour later, the mech finished his drink and snacks. "Thanks for the drink and snacks."

"Anytime young mech." Maccadam said with a playful smile plastering his lips.

Before the orange mech could stood up, he stopped on his tracks when he saw Blackarachnia and Optimus. Mostly he was staring at the spider bot, and boy he seems smitten by her. Maccadam noticed this and a smile slowly appear on his feature while Optimus warily watched the mech. Wanting know what the mech want with his sister.

Building up his courage, the mech called out to Blackarachnia, albeit softly, "Uh, hi there." Hearing this, said spider bot turned over to the voice calling out to her, only to come face to face with the mech.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Blackarachnia asked the mech, raising one of her eyes at him.

"Uh...um, not really." The mech fumbled with his words. "But, we can get to know each other now. My name is Thunderbird. What's yours?"

Ah, this mech Thunderbird is overly polite, Optimus thought to himself. He also notice that Thunderbird doesn't seem to care about Blackarachnia being a half organic being, he just see her as a normal femme.

"It's Blackarachnia." The spider bot answered, a bit reluctantly.

"Blackarachnia? Wow, that's a beautiful name." Thunderbird said with a kind and gentle smile. This greatly shocked said spider bot, she is mostly meet with terrified screams and looks of horror and disgust from the other Autobots ever since she was brought back to Cybertron, but this mech Thunderbird he didn't care about how she looks or her half organic nature. He just see her as a normal femme, with a unique appearance.

"T-thank you." Blackarachnia said with an uncharacteristically shy tone.

"No problem. I haven't see you around before, want to tell me more about yourself? It's okay, you don't need to tell me that if you're feeling uncomfortable."

"No, no, it's okay. I don't mind." So, Thunderbird and Blackarachnia started chatting with each other, with Optimus and Maccadam observing the two.

"Sire is not going to be happy when he knows about this." Optimus murmured, he knows it really well that Ultra Magnus is going to get Thunderbird's aft for getting too close to Blackarachnia, since he is known to be really protective of his kids.

Uncle Maccadam on the other hand is grinning widely at this. He has a good feeling that the meeting between these two is a sign for Blackarachnia, a good sign that she will never ended up alone in the future because of her organic half. But, in the other hand he have to convince his big brother Alpha Trion and brother in-law Ultra Magnus to let Thunderbird court their daughter.

Maybe, there's still hope for the whole family, especially Blackarachnia after all the tragedy they've faced.

#Sparkling Siblings WTFIYS #tfa blackarachnia #tfa optimus prime #tfa sentinel prime #tfa alpha trion #tfa ultra magnus #tfa oc #Congrats on the 1k followers Compa

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