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bangchansgirlsblog · 4 months

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Push and pull.

Warning: Angst

Pairing: skz x 9th member

Summary: The constant pressure of being a girl in a group of boys is crazy but crazier when your looked at like a fragile baby.

!not proofread so forgive me for mistakes!

“Oppa just tell me what’s wrong pleaseee?” She begged, “I also care about you and you need to calm down. This is scaring me,”

"No I want to only talk to the boys, please Y/n?" He said and It stung.

Han had been having a mental breakdown and had been crying for an hour straight. They had just arrived from practice when he decided to brush everyone off and leave to go to his room where Y/n had been begging him to come out of.

"Okay," She softly said and left the room. Was she not going enough for him? Did he not like her? The thoughts run through her head as she laid in bed trying not to cry. The pain of feeling neglected was slowly eating her alive.

She had been begging him to tell her what had happened but he refused. He didn't want to tell her what was going on but once the boys walked in back from their schedules, he wanted to speak to them straight away. Leaving Y/n sad and confused.

She decided to to finish some work as she waited for the boys to finish talking to Han but even then her heart wasn't settled. She wasn't able to concentrate. The guilt was eating her up. It made her feel sick. So she decided to go make herself some tea and that's when she run into Felix in the kitchen making some brownies.

"Hey Felix," she softly smile and greeted him.

"Hey Y/nnie!" He beamed and waved at her then continued to mix the mixture in the bowl. "where you able to get more tape for your knee?"

"yeah i was, Eunwo (their manager) was able to get me some on our way back," she explained while she got a glass of water. "What are you doing?"

"Making brownies for Hannie, he isn't feeling the best," Y/n turned to look at his older brother.

"Can I please know why?" She took the chance to get it out of Felix because she knew Felix wasn't their strongest soldier when it came to keeping secrets from one another.

"No I'm sorry, Han said not to tell you," he looked back at the butter quickly trying to avoid the eye contact.

"But Lix-"

"No I'm not telling you, it's not my secret to tell," he cut her off and continued his work. He felt really bad for leaving her out but he knew himself he couldn't spill anything just yet.

"Okay, fine be a meanie," She softly sighed and got her cup of now iced coffee.

"No don't be like that, Han will tell you when his ready," he pouts walking over to her to her. hoping that someway he could fix the situation.

Everyone knew that Y/n felt left out most of the times because she was the only girl and sometimes the boys had things they couldn’t tell her or share with her but other than that they told her everything and they tried to make her feel apart of the group.

Since felix was the most sensitive and softest out of everyone he felt the need to protect her because felix did feel left out at a point when he couldn’t speak korean fluently and Y/ was the one who would stay up with him trying to help him study. In this case, Y/n was not feeling this 'brotherly' love.

She shrugged his hands off and took a step back trying to get out of his reach. "I'm his bestfriend too, I'm part of this team too but I keep being treated like I'm an outsider," She let out a sigh and wiped the rolling tear. Trying to make sure Felix didn't see her cry.

"No don't cry please," he begged but she simply walked past him but ofcourse felix tried to follow but she stopped him and continued into her room where she locked the door and stayed there for the rest of the evening.

When it was time for dinner she went outside to grab the stuff she had ordered since leeknow wasn't cooking tonight and she sat on the empty dining table. Everyone was still sat in Han's room and there were a few empty cups on the table meaning they had all eaten already.

Felix had left her a plate of brownies for desert and a cup of milk so atleast she knew they still acknowledge her. As she sat there she got bored and saw it was 8pm.

So since she had nothing planed for the evening she decided to get up, put everything away and grab her training stuff to head to the jyp building. It was a short walk anyway and korea was a safe place to be wondeirng at night. The builidng looked quite empty but a few people were locking up and packingup to head home.

She scanned the hallways for an empty room and she finally did find one but was soon interrupted but Jae Beom and his crew. His smile was bright and he was so excited to see her.

"Y/nnie!"

"Oppa!" she squealed. Her sad aura was now replaced with happiness at the sight of her favorite older brothers. She quickly run over and age each of them hugs while saying hello.

"What are you doing here so late? Where are your brothers?" He asked dropping his practice bag and walking back over to her. He pulled her in a hug once again. Although they worked in the same company they barely saw each other due to schedules and stuff.

"Han wasn't feeling well so they are taking care of him and I decided to come practice," She explained. The boys were now all paying close attention to her.

"Ahhh I see! Can we join you?" Mark asks. His hands were in his pockets and they all didnt have makeup on so it meant that they were also here just for free practice.

"Yes sure, I need company anyway," She smiled and headed over to the laptop that was by the speakers. "What should we start with?"

"Can you teach us S-class? Its so hard and we've been trying to learn it," Jackson pouts and raffles her hair,

"Yeah the hand movement is impossible!" Jinyoung chirps in.

She giggled at this because they all reminded her so much of her little brothers back at home when S-class had just come out. "Sure, I can its not that hard," the groans in response made her laugh fill the room so she just played the song and they all run through it as she taught them step by step and by the time they were done, it was 1 in the morning. ONE IN THE MORNING? fuck.

She quickly took out her phone from her bag and looked at it to see thousands of missed calls and (as if in cue) that's when Hyunjin and I.N slammed the door open. they were both panicked and Hyunjins phone was ringing alot while I.N was frantic talking to someone of his phone.

"There you are!" Hyunjin exclaimed panting and huffing. "We've been calling, texting and even fucking tracking your phone, why wouldn’t you tell us your here? This is extremely dangerous Y/n! Oh my God!"

"Y/nnie! do you know how worried we were?! Chan hyung and Leeknow hyung are on some road screaming your name looking for you everywhere," I.N yells at her causing her to jump at the sudden loud voices.

"My phone was off, I was just practicing here-" she tried to explain but was interrupted immediately.

"Okay, it doesn’t matter now, let's go home, we were worried sick, hang on...grab your stuff," he got out his phone and started talking to someone that sounded like Chan. With the way Hyunjin was cringing she knew she was dead meat.

She quickly grabbed my Bags, her laptop and quickly said bye to everyone who were also as terrified as she was but they totally understood and told her to just be safe and to text them. She quickly made her way behind Hyunjin and I.N who were towering over her. Once hyunjin hang up the phone finally, he slowed down so he was walking by her side.

"Never do that again please,"

"But I was just with my friends,"

"You know we don't trust you in a room full men," he softly says ruffling his hands through her hair.

"Yeah I know, I know. I'm in shit, i've accepted it," she groaned but remembered the only reason she was in this mess, "Is Hannie okay now?"

"Yeah he is and he wants to talk to you," She look up at him confused. Her heart jumping.

"What about?" she asked on a confused tone. Hyunjin glances over at I.N who gulps. They both look at eachother as if communicating.

"Felix said that you were upset-"

"I wasn't upset really," She quickly explained.

"Oh well now you can explain that to him anyway but right now those are your least of your worries cause Chan is going to kill you in cold blood," I.N takes of his jacket and hands it to her. she was freezing and she was wearing a tank top but luckily I.N had a hoodie and jacket on.

Ugh. She sighed softly when they arrived to the house. She stopped causing the boys to look at her confused. Her worries and sadness came washing over her. With the way she had fun at the studio with her other brothers she had totally forgotten the depression she was facing at home.

She took a deep breath (quite dramatically) earning a chuckle from both boys and she walked up the stairs into the house where Chan and Leeknow were Ofcourse sitting on the dining table with a coffee mug both. She couldn't even sneak past them which was her only hope in avoiding them. She quickly turned around but was met with Hyunjins chest. sigh.

"Stop, turn around and sit," Chan voice was loud meaning he was serious. she quickly followed his instructions and sat on the chair across both of them.

"What time is it?" He squints his eyes and looks at her.

"1:30 Oppa," she sighed and looked down at her fingers.

"Why would you leave the house without letting us know? What if something had happened and we didn't know-"

"Your always scolding me and not treating me like an adult," she snapped at him. This made Hyunjin stop in his tracks and turned back and I.N paused whatever he was doing to over at them. Never ever did she snap at the boys especially chan because she loved them and they were older than her so she was so respectful. This was a shock and the gasp that left leeknows lips was evidence.

"That's not true I always treat you like an adult," Chan defended himself.

"You don't Oppa! You don't get it, just because I'm 19 doesn't mean I'm a kid, I'm only one year younger than I.N and he gets treated like an adult, everything I do you guys have to be there watching and whenever you guys have conversations I'm pushed to the side. Yes I get I'm a girl and I'm young but it doesn't mean I'm not part of the team, I'm allowed to walk out the house right now if I wanted to, if I wanted a babysitter I would have hired you a long time,"

"Y/n dont raise your voice at hyung like that. Its not right," Leeknows eyes were red. he was pissed off and it was clear.

"Dont talk to me like that Y/n. If you have a problem you tell me, you dont yell. Look at me when im talking to you," She looked up at him. He looked tired, frustrated and mad. He had to first deal with Han...now this?

"fine sorry," she was done. she was done with this conversation, she was done with the boys, she was done with everything. She stood up and stormed out the room. Chan following right behind her

"We're not done here young lady, You think i want this? you think i want to constantly be checking on you? you think i want to be. You keep acting childish thats why i have to keep tabs on you!" with every second he was getting louder and louder.

"Chan dont, lets go calm down-" leeknow grabs his arm trying to keep him away.

"Y/n go to your room," Changbin interferes trying to break the two up.

"See!" she exclaimed and walked into her room shutting it and locking it.

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patriwoso · 6 months

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Overprotective • Leah Williamson x Mary Earps x Reader

Leah had always been a protective sister, whether it was in your football career, during school and evening your relationships.

"Got another girlfriend yet then, y/n?" Georgia teased.

Leah scoffs. "Of course she hasn't, not after last time."

You stayed quiet, sat on Leah's bed with her in hers and Georgia's hotel room, your head rested on her shoulder.

Keira found eye contact with you and knew there was something you were holding back, she knew you almost as long as your own sister did.

During your last relationship, Leah had managed to scare the other girl off after finding you both asleep in your room, in the apartment you shared. You didn't understand the fuss, you were both fully clothed?

Leah had control over you throughout your childhood, now she doesn't like to see you grow up, but it's like she doesn't want to see you happy.

"I'm gonna go bed, too tired." You smiled softly, hugging your sister goodbye and smiling towards Keira and Georgia.

"See you in the morning y/n/n. Breakfast is at 7:30." Leah tells you as you head to the door.

Instead of heading to your own room, shared with Chloe, you head 4 doors down. Room 819.

You knocked quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up who may possibly be asleep already.

"Mary? It's me!" You whisper shout, hoping she'll hear you.

The door lock clicks and opens, your girlfriend stood in her training kit still.

"Why haven't you gotten changed, training finished hours ago!?" You giggle, stepping into her room and kissing her softly. "Hmm" You hum. "And you still smell."

"Nice to see you too babygirl." She teases. "Are you okay?" She watches as you get under the covers of her bed, pulling her blanket over you.

You nod. "Yeh, tired. And I want cuddles but not with you smelling like that so go and shower please." You smile cheekily, watching your girlfriend strip from her training gear and heading into the bathroom.

You unlock her phone and start playing a game you made her download, trying to beat her high school, a way to pass the time.

"What are you doing?" You look up and see Mary looking at you. You smile brightly and show her the phone screen, the game on display. She chuckles.

When Mary returns to bed, you snuggle yourself closer into her, scared to loose her the way you lost your last partner. The comfort was too much, you fell asleep and the world left you at peace.

Until it was the next morning and your both awoken to a hammering on the door.

“MARY!”

“Fuck that’s Leah.” You curse, scrambling to hide in the bathroom for the door to be answered.

“Hi?” Mary smiled, slightly confused to the frantic banging on the door.

“Breakfast started 20 minutes ago. You must’ve slept through your alarm. Y/N isn’t there either. Any ideas where she might be?” You sister questioned.

“No? No. Not sure, sorry Leah. I’ll be down in 10 though.” She forces a smile and shuts the door in Leah’s face.

“That shouldn’t have happened. You should’ve gone back last night.” Mary sighs.

“I know and I’m sorry! I just fell asleep.” You sighed. “I’ll see you down at breakfast.”

You didn’t plan your escape route well, opening the door and leaving Mary’s room to find Leah stood in the hall way, staring at her phone which obviously distracted her from heading back down herself.

“What the fuck? Why are you in there Y/N/N?” She raises an eyebrow slightly. “Mary said she hadn’t seen y- No..”

“Leah, let me explain…” You pleaded with her, grabbing her arm to stop her leaving. “You can’t keep controlling what I do!” You snapped.

“Dating a teammate? Is this what is happening. You should know better .” She pulled her arm from your grasp and walked away from you.

Leah was angry, too angry. She was always overprotective of you but this was unusually harsh from her. She refused to speak to you unless absolutely necessary for the last couple of days before you flew to Belgium for the Nations League game.

You started the match, played you best and scored twice in the first half. Both times looking over to Leah as the team celebrated with you. Nothing.

Halftime was nearing and you had one last corner to try to defend before heading in. You marked up their attacking midfielder on the back post. The ball came in and you headed it away, the Belgium players going for the ball too and landing on you, pushing you in to the post of the net and sending your clattering to the floor.

You lay stomach down with you head in your hands.

“Y/N! Are you okay??” Mary rushed to your side, her hand on your back gently as you lay still.

“Fuck” Leah crouched down besides you, dropping the grudge she had against you both and took charge as captain, but mostly big sister.

You lifted you head up to look at her, blood dribbling down your face. You spat out a mixture of spit and blood into the grass below you and with the help of your sister you sat up, catching the dripping blood in your hand.

It was quite the nasty look you had, bleeding after bleeding that wouldn’t stop.

It was only when you passed out that everyone took it a little more seriously.

When you woke up in the medical room, Leah had your hand in hers.

“You gave us a fright there.” She chuckled softly, kissing your forehead gently to avoid the cut.

You looked away, closing your eyes to stop tears forming.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I want you to know though, it isn’t because I am mad… I was just frustrated that you didn’t tell me.” She admits quietly.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, squeezing her hand to let her know you aren’t mad.

“Can I ask how long?”

“3 months.” You finally make eye contact and see the small smile on her face.

She nods. “I’m happy for you.”

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maxislvt · 8 months

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Hey!

can i request a one shot where Nat is a secret agent who's supposed to babysit r while collecting info on r's parents. r sneaks to a party and many incidents take place which show nat eventually starts getting possessive (smut too please!)

warnings: possessive behavior, smut, afab!reader, dom!natasha, fingering, edging

Natasha didn't believe in distractions.

Distractions were a sign of an untrained spy. Natasha only saw opportunities. It was easier to do when she was on missions that lasted a long time. If she played her cards right, anything could happen.

But you were different.

Natasha knew you were something different, but she couldn’t figure out exactly what. At first, she told herself you were just entertainment. She could play with your innocent little heart and tease you whenever she pleased. Maybe she'd squeeze some information out of you, but that was never a priority with you.

As innocent as you were, it seemed you had your methods of seduction.

You were helpless and Natasha felt almost obligated to keep you safe. All that whining whenever she disinfected the cut you got from your latest kitchen adventure and your excited little squeals whenever you saw something cute. But, you were still a young adult at heart, and that always left room for rebellion. It wasn't always bad or destructive. That rebellious spirit is what led to both of you saving a stray cat that you had affectionately labeled as your baby, but sometimes it was dangerous.

Now, Natasha had to chase you around the city because you decided to sneak out and go bar hopping with your friends. She foolishly assumed that it'd be one of those stupid late-night snack runs you and your friends liked to go on. But after a few too many pings from the phone tracker, Natasha realized what you were up to.

Bar hopping wasn't your style. If you were to come home tipsy, it'd probably be because you had too many glasses of wine at some fancy restaurant. You were just much too timid to be out at a club and taking shots from the first person who offered to buy you a few. You were incredibly too shy to make out with that same person in the corner.

It appeared Natasha didn't know you that well, because that's exactly what she caught you doing. The relief of finding you was immediately replaced with a bitterness Natasha hadn't felt in a long time. Watching that bumbling idiot try and shove their tongue down your throat made her skin crawl. You deserved better than that.

She slipped through the crowded room without any concern for the others. Natasha practically threw the girl off of you. "Text your friends, I'm taking you home." Her grip was unusually harsh for handling you, but she didn’t allow you to argue with her. Natasha ignored the curious stares and murmuring as she dragged you out of the club. She stopped in front of the car and finally turned to face you. “What do you think you’re doing? I look away for one second and then you run off and start whoring yourself out?!”

You were taken aback by how mean Natasha was being. She’d never talked to you like that. Between the shock and embarrassment bubbling under your skin, you couldn’t think of anything to say. You snatched your hand away and got in the back seat of the car.

The ride back home was painfully quiet. Both of you had a lot to say but were much too pissed off to speak. Natasha was mature enough to at least use the silence to help her calm down.

You brushed past Natasha once she unlocked the door to your parent's house.

"You know we have to talk about this." Natasha said as she locked the door. You were either drunk or loaded with sass at this point, but something was better than nothing. Though she didn't comment on the frustrated groan you let out, she decided it would be a great time to teach you a lesson.

You refused to sit down as Natasha grabbed a bottle of your father's favorite whiskey and two glasses. "I'm not drinking that crap." You grumbled. Your throat burned just thinking about it. All you wanted to do was shower and forget about the embarrassment you faced tonight. "Look, you already ruined my night out. Isn't that enough?"

Natasha sat down in the recliner with her leg spread. "You certainly didn't seem to mind it when blondie was buying it for you." She could only laugh at your poor attempt to look upset with her. When she realized you wouldn't sit down, she patted her lap. "What's all this about, hm? I know this isn't you."

You looked down at her lap then back up at her. "God, you're impossible." Nevertheless, you sat down. The way her arms wrapped around you made you feel safe. Natasha's hold was comforting. "I wanted to hang out with my friends like an adult, then you came in and caused a scene before taking me home against my will." You grumbled.

Natasha examined the expression on your face. Her own lips curled into a devious smirk. "Really, because I think it's a lot more than that." Her hands squeezed your hips before positioning you on her thigh. "I think someone has a little crush they don't know how to deal with it." She whispered in your ear before placing a kiss on your neck. "Now, you wanna act out in hopes of making me jealous." Her fingers slipped into your underwear without hesitation.

Your breath hitched in your throat. "That's not…you can't just- ah!" The protest was quickly cut off by a string of moans Natasha's fingers are much too skilled for you to really try fighting back. Not that you wanted to. "You're not being fair!" You whined softly.

Natasha rested her chin on your shoulder. "And it's fair for you to tease me like that? I didn't even know you owned clothes this tight." Her fingers curled just at the right angle to make you squirm. "I think it's only fair I have the upper hand for a bit." She pressed open mouth kisses along the column of your throat. If she wouldn't get in trouble for it, she would've gladly left more than a lipstick stain. "Are you about to cum already?" She asked with a knowing smirk.

There was no point in lying to her. Your legs were shaking and you could barely think. You'd be screaming if you knew your parents weren't home. "I- Yes, please just let me cum." You whispered desperately. Never had you been the one that needed permission. You had grown used to playfully bossing Natasha around, but now you were entirely at her mercy. "Please, I promise I won't sneak out again…"

Natasha coed at you. "I know you won't do that again." She said, "I wanted you to promise me that you won't run around letting other people touch you. That includes yourself." Her teeth latched on to your ear making you yelp.

You were going crazy. "Fine, fine! I just wanna cum please." Your body was practically buzzing. "It's coming, I'm cumming." You whimpered pathetically. The orgasm built into an unbelievably tight knot in your stomach and you were just ready for it to pop.

Then, Natasha pulled her fingers away.

"No, no, no, no!"

Natasha examined the slick dripping down her fingers. You were quite messy. She sucked the tangy liquid off her fingers as you complained. "Oh come on, you should know by now I don't go around rewarding bad behavior." She tapped your side, signaling you to stand up. "Maybe if you go back to being your obedient self I'll consider giving you a proper one."

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wintfleur · 5 months

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stella gets tired easily so she and rutger fo dates inside watching movies & sleeping

ꔫ my sleepy girl

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X Rutger McGroarty )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; kissing, slight cursing. wc; 1.8k )

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Stella tiredly walks down the hallway leading to her dorm, smiling politely at the girls she walked past. She knew she looked like a mess, she felt like a mess. Her tight bun was giving her a headache, stray hairs poking out and falling down her nape, her body sticky from sweat and God did her feet ache. Today's practice was a lot more intense than the previous ones for the week, she was finding her new routine hard to memorize so that meant longer practices.

Her heavy duffle bag brushed against the hallway walls as she moved to the side to not bump into a duo of laughing girls. Stella lets out a heavy breath of relief when she finally stops in front of her dorm, she pulls out her keys from the pocket of her hoodie that she stole from Luke and swiftly unlocks her door. She's welcomed by the faint smell of lavender and vanilla as she opens the door to her room. She closes and locks the door behind her, slipping off her shoes and dropping her bag on her desk chair. Her feet and shoulder thanking her.

Stella is so tempted to just flop in her bed, hiding her face in her pillows and falling asleep, but she knows she can't. She refuses to get in bed sweaty and she knows that if she gets in bed, she will fall asleep and miss her date with her sweet boyfriend. Speaking of her boyfriend, Stella pulls her phone out of her hoodie pocket when she feels it vibrate against her. A small smile forms on her pink lips when she sees who's calling.

“Hello” Stella's soft voice goes through the phone; the sound of his girl's voice brought an immediate smile to his face. Stella walked into her bathroom and put him on speaker, setting her phone on the counter so she can start pulling the many bobby pins out of her hair and into the small clear holder for them.

“Hey pretty girl, how was practice?” Rutgers' smooth voice fills up her bathroom and she couldn't help but smile at her words, she could tell he was smiling just by his tone. Stella gently took out her hair tire, her hands immediately massaging at her scalp at the feeling of her hair coming out of the style it's been in all day. A quiet sigh leaves her lips as she thinks back on her practice “It was alright, these spins are gonna kill me though. I just can't seem to get it right.”

“Don't say that '' Rutger started and she could hear the faint sound of ruffling in the background, as if he was sitting up from laying on his bed. He could hear her disappointment in her tone. Rutger opened his mouth to continue, his tone sweet and encouraging “if anyone can do this routine it's you, don't be so hard on yourself stell you've only been practicing for a week.”

“It's just so frustrating” Stella mumbled with a pout as she brushed through her hair. Stella didn't like being bad at things, she wanted to be the best she could be, and she knew she wasn't doing her best. Stella looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could see the tiredness in her eyes, nothing a little makeup can't fix. Rutger frowns when he hears how defeated and tired, she sounded, he wished she wasn't so hard on herself.

“I know pretty, hey let's just not think about it for the rest of the night. We can talk about it tomorrow” Rutger spoke in a hopeful tone, his mind already thinking about how he could make tonight better for her. He smiles at the soft okay that leaves Stella's lips, and he listens as she starts talking about her day, chuckling at how passionate she sounded as she complained about the petty argument, she and Luke had in the Hughes siblings group chat. Interpreting herself when a yawn escapes her lips.

And in that moment Rutger decides having a comfy date night in her dorm, cuddled up in stella’s bed, sounds a lot better than having a date in a loud bowling alley. Not tonight, he knew his pretty girl was tired and needed her rest.

“Anyways, that little shit is lucky I’m not there to totally wreck his ass” Stella ended her small rant as she undressed and put her dirty clothes in her hamper. Stella took her phone off speaker and brought it up to her ear, and before he could tell Stella his idea of staying in tonight, she was already talking.

“Okay, well I'm going to get in the shower. I'll see you soon?”

“Yeah, I'll see you soon baby, be careful” Rutger trails off to a worried tone, he would always get worried about her slipping or passing out in the shower. Stella always reassured him that that never happened and that he didn't have to worry about it. Rutger decided to keep his date idea to himself, wanting to surprise you instead.

“I will,” Stella giggled, finding his worried tone sweet. They say there I love Yous and goodbyes before Stella hangs up. Rutger smiles and shuts off his phone before he grabs his hoodie at the end of the bed and putting it on, he grabs his phone, keys, and wallet before leaving his room. He makes his way out of the house and to his car, with one destination on his mind.

It was a known fact that Stella enjoys long showers, so she spent the next 13 minutes in the shower singing along to Mitski and Lana del rey. By the time she got out of the shower, her mirror was all fogged up. She spends the next 10 minutes drying off and changing into a matching bra and panties set and covering her body in her favorite scent lotion.

She was standing in front of her mirror in her bathroom, wearing her beige fluffy robe and finishing the braid in her hair, when she heard the familiar knock on her door. A look of confusion comes across Stella's face, and she quickly pauses her music before making her way to her door. The sound of her cute grinch slippers patting against her floor, Stella unlocks her door and is greeted by a grinning Rutger.

“Rut what are you doing here so early? Am I late?” Stella asked in a worried but confused tone. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if she did take too long getting ready, she always lost track when she was listening to music. Rutger laughed and stepped into her dorm room, sliding off his shoes as she closed and locked the door.

“No, you're not late, pretty, just a change of plans” Rutger smiles, dropping the plastic bag on her bed before he steps closer to her. He softly cups her soft face looking into her tired eyes, a small smile on his lips at the cute pout she had on her soft pink lips. Rutger closes his eyes and leans down, softly pecking her lips a few times. The last one being long and hard, Stella pulling away to laugh.

“Change of plans?” Stella asks as she tilts her head slightly in confusion, her hands coming up to softly hold onto his forearms. Rutger pecks her lips one more time before walking over to her bed and lifting up the plastic bag that was filled with some of their favorite snacks.

“I know you must be drained after that practice, so i thought maybe we could just watch a movie and cuddle” Rutger shyly spoke with a flustered smile. He couldn't help but feel flustered as he told her his idea, it was cute how flustered they got in front of each other. Stella smiled big and watched as Rut set the bag on her side table before sitting on the edge of her bed. Stella felt very moved that he changed their date plans because she was tired. “Awe rut, that sounds perfect.”

“I’ll set up the projector while you change into something comfy” Rutger told her, as he turned on the projector before turning on her laptop and picking a streaming app. Stella walks over to her closet and pulls off her robe and hangs it up on the back of her closet door. Stella slides on some soft hello kitty pajama pants, taking off her bra and putting on a canucks t-shirt she definitely stole from Quinn last summer.

Stella was sliding on some fluffy socks when Rutger asked her what genre of movie she wanted to watch. “Hmm what about a drama?” Rutger looked away from her laptop and watched her with a content smile, she was standing in front of her vanity and putting on some Chapstick. Rutger loved seeing her like this, all dressed up in her pajamas…it felt so domestic, and he loved it “sounds good to me.”

After grabbing her phone from the bathroom, she turned off her room lights and carefully crawled over Rutgers legs, and laid on her side by the wall, joining her boyfriend under the blankets. Her bed wasn't big, but it fit the two perfectly. Rutger was laid on his back, and Stella curled into his side, her leg over his midsection. She rested her head on ruts shoulder as her eyes focused on the intro of the movie Rutger had picked.

Rutger was snacking on his second KitKat, and Stella looked at her boyfriend's side profile with a smile. His eyes lit up as he watched the movie. He was so focused, it was adorable. Rutger felt her stare and tilted her head to look down at his tired girlfriend. A shy smile on his lips “do you not like the movie?”

“No no it's perfect” you’re perfect stella thought as she kept looking at him. Rutger nodded and brought the last piece of KitKat towards Stella's mouth, Stella giggled before opening her mouth and letting Rut feed her. Rutger grinned and kissed the top of her head, as she licked any remnants of chocolate from her lips.

Rutger brought his hand that he fed her with to her leg, caressing the back of her thigh. Stella snuggled closer to him, nestling her face into his neck and losing her eyes. Rutgers hold on, Stella tightens, loving the feeling of her so close to him. After a few more minutes of silence between the two, stella muttered tiredly “Thank you.”

Rutger looked away from the movie and down at Stella, he placed a few more kisses to the top of her head. His hand that was caressing her thigh moves up to rub her back under her shirt, his warm touch soothing her. Rutger would do anything for Stella, he could feel her breathing slow down, a sign that she was falling asleep. He brought the blanket higher, making sure that she was all covered up before whispering.

“Always pretty girl”

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parrythisucasual · 6 months

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Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Jax x Reader (Romantic) / Ragatha x Reader (Romantic) / Pomni x Reader (Platonic)

TW: Bullying (it’s Jax.) / Insecurities / Thoughts of body modification?

Content: You’re self-conscious about your overbite, others try to help.

REQUESTED BY @duskisnotactive

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You would have thought being digitalized would get rid of this kind of thing. Nobody else seems to have something like this, do they? You stared at your reflection in the mirror, lips pulled back in a grimace, staring at your teeth. Your overbite stared blankly back at you, almost teasingly.

Sighing, you turned away, closing your mouth once more. If only there was a way to get rid of it. You wished you could simply shove your jaw into place, and move your teeth around. You didn’t even care how badly it would hurt, as long as it was fixed…

A small knock at your door snapped you to reality. You shuffled over to it, cracking it slightly “Ragatha?” you questioned, your lovely ragdoll girlfriend smiling before you. Next to her, your best friend Pomni nervously stood.

“Sweetie, can we come in? You’ve been hiding away for hours,” Ragatha spoke softly, reaching out and taking the door into her hand, opening it fully when you didn’t resist. “Sure… I wasn’t doing anything,” you shrug and retreat into your room, the girls on your heels. You settle onto your bed, Ragatha taking her place next to you while Pomni turns your desk chair around to sit.

“Have you been okay?” Pomni questions, glancing at you with that same worried look she normally wore, the only difference being this worry was more concern for you than anything else. “I’m fine,” you lie, knowing Ragatha would jump on that immediately. Really, you didn’t care.

“Sweetie, that's a lie, everyone knows something’s wrong,” she takes your hand, swirling small circles on your skin with her thumb, “please, tell us.” With a small sigh, you finally give in, “I… I don’t like… this,” you point to your mouth, feeling tears prick your eyes.

“What, your messed up teeth?” Your head shoots up, and you lock eyes with the smug-faced rabbit. “Jax!” Ragatha stands, placing herself between you, “who let you in?!” “Myself. The door wasn’t locked,” he swaggered into the room, one hand on his hip, “crybaby here still upset over their maw?”

You really start crying now. This was too much. You leap from your bed, running as fast and as far from him as you can. You didn’t know where you were going- you didn’t care. As long as you were alone, that's all that mattered. You ended up down by the digital lake, crying into your hands.

You didn’t know how long you were there, alone, but it felt like hours. Not that time mattered in a place like this. Nothing did. You wondered if abstracting was really all that bad…

“Hey, toots.” That voice. You turned, and there he was in all his (lack of) glory. “What do you want?” you snarled weakly, trying to sound tougher than you felt. It wasn’t all that convincing, however, because he sat himself next to you.

“Look, that wasn’t supposed to make you that upset,” he shrugged casually. Was that supposed to be an apology? You stared at the water a moment longer, then stood, “Leave me alone. You’re the world’s biggest @#$%head and I wish it was you, not Kaufmo,” your words were tonless as you delivered them. You swore you saw pain flash in his eyes before you turned away, starting up the path back to the tent.

“Wait!” he called, “just… hear me out? Can I get that at least?” You stop, refusing to turn around to look at him, but listen. “You’re different, okay? You dint react to anything I say to you and it pisses me off. You don’t pay any attention to me.”

“That’s because I don't care about you,” you speak dangerously. “I know. And that just makes me want you to more.” You whip around, finally giving him the attention he wanted, “You want me to?! Then don’t make fun of the one thing I hate most about myself!”

“But it’s what I like best,” he admitted, making you stop in your tracks, “it makes you look… good, okay? And if… if dollface ever doesn’t appreciate you… She's an idiot.” He finally stood, making his way past you, patting your head as he did so, “because I’d never take you for granted, okay? Anyways see ya later toots.”

You watched him leave, back to his normal self. But something made you smile. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. After all, if he liked every part of you… who’s to say there isn’t something more to him too?

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #jax #jax x reader #tadc jax #tadc jax x reader #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus jax #tadc ragatha #ragatha x reader

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ugotcooneycrossed · 1 year

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i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else (but you)

lotte wubben-moy x reader

w/c: ~600

leah tries to set you up with girl, after girl- only to find out you've been in love lotte forever- oh and you're married

a/n: every time i hear anyone else but you by the moldy peaches i think of lotte😭

this is shorter than i would've liked but i think it ended perfectly

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“I just don’t get it- every time I try to set you up, you always say no, and it’s always some stupid reason, honestly it’s like you want to be alone.”

You laugh at Leah’s ridiculousness- the girl has draped herself over you, bugging you the umpteenth time about your dating life.

“Leah I’m perfectly fine not going on dates with the people you try to set me up with.”

“But I’m trying to help you! You’re so lonely it makes me sad.”

Leah wipes away a fake tear- placing her hand over her heart, you roll your eyes in return- shoving her off your lap.

“Ouch… first off- I’m not lonely, for all you know I could be in a relationship, maybe that’s why I reject your candidates. Second off- I’m not lonely.”

“Are you?!”

Leah looks at you bewildered- mouth hanging open in shock, you stay silent.

“Are you not single?! Answer me!”

You have been in love with Lotte since you first met her at 17- I mean how could you not be.

She’s your everything. You’ve been through everything together.

You still remember nervously confessing your feelings one night during the U-17s world cup- you have Alessia and Ella to thank for that- both sick of you dreaming and talking about her, that they locked you in a supply closet until you confessed.

Lotte- stood smiling at you like an idiot the entire time, until you finished rambling, you refused to look at her in the eye, until you felt her hands grab yours.

“May I kiss you now?”

You’ve been together ever since.

Alessia and Tooney opened the door five minutes after that- you and Lotte had agreed to trick the two, with the intention that they would find out eventually. They never did.

And it wasn’t a secret per se- no one asked, so you didn’t tell.

You got married at 21- a week after Lotte had proposed to you.

You both decided to have it at a register office- funnily enough Tooney and Alessia were the witnesses, both finally finding out when they caught you out on a date night- before you could even speak, Ella placed her hand over her heart- swearing to secrecy.

More people found out after- slowly one, by one- you remember when Georgia found out- screaming at the top of her lungs at the back of the team bus.

Ellie flashed you a grin and a wink- a knowing smile on her face.

A few weeks later, Mary- less composed shoved her phone in your face, a blurry picture of you and Lotte holding hands on it. Demanding a confession.

Katie found out by walking in on the two of you and hasn’t let you live it down since- making kissy faces when your near each other.

All your friends but Leah- who was too focused on finding you someone in the first place she missed the fact that you were already taken.

You transferred to Arsenal shortly after you and Lotte got married, and Leah had decided to make you her best friend.

And as her best friend- she had dubbed herself your own personal cupid.

Three years later and still Leah didn’t know- which is surprising as literally everyone knew.

I mean you both proudly wear your wedding rings- taping over them for games.

The only way Leah would notice if you changed your last name and wore ‘Wubben-Moy’ on the back of your jersey.

“I can’t believe you’re in a relationship and didn’t tell me.”

“Lee it was so obvious- I mean everyone knows but you.”

Leah huffs at you- arms crossed against her chest.

“At least tell me who it is.”

Lotte chooses this moment to walk into the room- flashing you a grin as she moves to you quickly. She gently cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“What?! You’re dating Lotte?! Why didn’t I know!”

In sync, you flash Leah your left hands- matching wedding bands snuggly on your ring fingers.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

#lotte wubben-moy x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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kaicubus · 1 year

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Radio Silence | Wednesday A.

warnings ✩° : fluff, isolation coping mechanism.

pairing ✩° : girlfriend!wednesday addams x girlfriend!reader

premise ✩° : after a small argument, its impossible for wednesday to come to terms with the fact that maybe just MAYBE she was in the wrong for once. only this once though.

word count ✩° : 1.8k

authors note ✩° : lord i am on my knees for ms jenna ortega...sorry this is soups short but i like it :}.

You might as well be dead.

Being ignored by Wednesday Addams, the same girl who cut the heads off of her porcelain baby dolls as a small child, was probably the worst thing you could've ever imagined yourself to be in. Especially now.

Sure, you grew up with Wednesday and you knew who she was and how she acted, but ever since you two started going out, your little arguments have been a little less than civil. Whenever you both would get into a fight, it never lasted long because you and her both knew you were 9 times out of 10, in the wrong. That wasn't a bad thing, it’s just that sometimes you read the room poorly, especially when it comes to your girlfriend, or you say something out a fit of rage that wasn't what you meant at all. But there's that 1 time where you'd actually be right, and Wednesday wrong.

That brings us to now.

For the past 4 hours, you hadn't heard from your girlfriend. Now, the amount of radio silence wouldn't concern you if you knew that Wednesday was out hunting some criminal or being the criminal herself, instead, you didn't know what she was thinking at all.

Learning how to speak Wednesday Addams was as easy as trying to figure out a 1830s style telegraph with nothing but a usb charger. But that didn't mean you were going to give up so easily, in fact, what if you wanted to learn how to know how to use an 1830s style telegraph?

Thinking back to your fight, it wasn't even that severe. It was just a playful argument over ‘I know this better than you’ but obviously you were the only one with the fighting energy. All Wednesday did was keep up with your joking tone and give all right answers, definitions, and history, to all except one.

The slip up embarrassed her, but she didn't show it. Instead, she cornered herself away and refused to let anybody in, including Enid who came to you asking if she can stay in your dorm for the night since Wednesday had Thing change the locks to both the main door and the windows. Soon though, you finally mustered up the courage to say enough is enough and confront your girlfriend that it wasn't even a big deal. She’s just a sore loser.

“But I never lose.” You can almost hear her say in the back of your head as you travel up the stairs with your hand trailing over the rusted railing, “It’s one of my many talents where I always win. No matter what. If I lost, you wouldn't hear from me ever again.” It was fear holding you back that what she said before as kids would eventually prove its truth, but another thing you can hear Wednesday say in your mind was that, “People don't like hearing the truth. So it’s what I say all the time. I don’t lie. Not even for my own benefit.”

Finally, you reach the top of the stairs and come face to face with the shared dorm between your girlfriend and Enid. Your eyes look down at the doorknob that is indeed, changed.

“Thing really replaced the doorknob too? What the hell...” You mutter to yourself and give it a wriggle. No response. Maybe another wiggle? Again, no response.

You drop your shoulders and sigh, “Wednesday? Wednesday open the door, I know you're in there.”

You're right. On the other side of the door, Wednesday sits curled into a tight ball, holding the tops of her knees close to her chest and staring deadpanned onto the center of the floor. Her eyes dart, catching each speck of dust that falls onto the wooden flooring as well as Enid’s sickeningly hot pink rug. When she gets stressed or chooses to isolate herself, her senses are hyper focused on little things, things she can count, things that remain constant and steady.

In fact, it’s the whole reason why she likes the color black so much. Black is constant no matter what shade it is. Unlike colors, black is consistent and therefore calm, like an inescapable blanket of suffocating darkness.

With another knock against her back, Wednesday blinks and realizes she’s lost track of her dust particle count forever ago. All she can hear is the timed knocking, each set 2 minutes apart exactly.

Wednesday rubs her temples in annoyance but still refuses to sit up and open the door. Maybe if she stays really still and doesn't make a peep, you’ll realize that she’s not there and you’ll go away. How can she even face you after she made a complete and utter fool out of herself? Confrontation isn't her strong suit and neither is it yours, but just as you can’t stand this separation, she can’t either. No matter what she says about not needing anyone.

You let out another sigh and press your back flat against your side of the door. “Wednesday, you know it isn't a big deal right? What you said? We were just joking around. I thought you knew that?”

She did not.

“I think it’s funny though, in a good way, how you kept fighting for you to be right. It was cute. But...I can see how it hurt you knowing you were wrong. I feel like that all the time when I talk to you about things.” You rub your ankles and look down, “You always know what to say and when to say it. But you know, it’s ok to make mistakes or have misinformation. I don’t mind, you know.”

All Wednesday could do is stare at her knees, blankly and listlessly, occasionally looking over at Thing who just looks at her with a disappointed look. For a hand, he’s very expressive. She rolls her eyes at him and they both continue to listen.

“Hey, if it were up to me? I’d rewrite that entire article and the book that says you're wrong, just for you to be right. I never wanted to embarrass you or anything like that. I’m sorry I laughed that you finally got something wrong and I got right. I never wanted to make you feel bad about it. But I guess I did, and I’m really sorry.” The genuinity in your voice causes Thing to tap his fingers impatiently, signaling that he wants this whole feud to be over with already.

“If I want to forgive her, I do so on my own terms. Got it?” Wednesday whispers harshly to him. Thing spins around and jumps angrily. “No. I’m not doing that. I’m not a romantic, you know.” He flips back around and scurries across the floor, motioning she open the door already. “Leave it alone, Thing.”

With that, Thing walks over next to her and goes to knock on the door, but Wednesday quickly grabs him and squeezes him in between her tightly curled fists, stabbing her black nails into his skin. “I said. Leave it.”

A moment of silence washes over them as Wednesday continues to listen, curious as to what more you have to say.

“I don’t even know if you're in there, but I really hope you were. I’ll get going now, I love you Wednesday.” You stand up slowly, causing a dragging sound to be heard from her side. Just before she can react, Thing leaps out of her hand in her moments of reconciliation and jumps to the doorknob, shaking it vigorously and startling the two of you.

“Huh?” You turn around and see the doorknob shaking, then unlocking itself, and soon enough it flings open to reveal Wednesday sat on the floor looking mortified, her arm halfway hiding her face as her now gaping eyes stare into yours all with a straight face.

“Ah. Hi.” You say, watching her frozen like a statute collecting dust on a shelf, “Hello Thing. Was this your doing?” Glancing down, you make eye contact with the clearly delighted appendage bouncing around in agreement.

“Y/n.” Wednesday stands up quickly and looks up at you through her eyebrows, “I.” She opens her mauve lips but no words come out. You still wait for what she has to say next but something inside her stops her from speaking, as if something had been lodged in her throat preventing her from talking. Though it’s a sight to see Wednesday Addams speechless in sight of you, it’s also hard to have it go on for so long.

After all, Wednesday has never been wrong before in her life. So it’s hard to even think of a possible explanation for her actions and how silent she’s been with only the only sound in her room being the muffled sounds of her old fashioned radio playing aged, melodic, Spanish songs.

You break the silence by clearing your throat which forces her to blink, flustered and now realizing how much time has passed since she said your name before.

Her dull eyes flicker around and she glances down at your feet, then at your hands, then at your chest, then finally back to your face, recognizing a sly smile clearly not serious at all. She fills her lungs with air in a deep inhale.

“I appreciate you saying that.” Wednesday says, swallowing her hidden pride, “It means a lot.”

You smile, boasting at her acceptance of your apology.

“But. I guess I too have to apologize for my absence.”

You reach your hand out to touch her, but end up retracting and holding your own arms instead, “No,” you shake your head, “You don’t have to Wednesday.”

“Y/n just let me apologize.” Her fingers tap on the inside of her forearm, signaling her impatience, “I didn't intend on...going completely radio silent on you...I got caught up. Thing told me I shouldn't have, but I had no choice.”

You both glance down at Thing who stomps around.

“You spent the entire time researching about what you got wrong?” Your eyes glimmer into Wednesdays. It’s almost enough to make her smile, but she chews it back quickly and nods instead, hiding her expression with her bangs. “That means a lot, Wednesday. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it again. Seriously.”

“Does this mean we’re good?” You smile now making it near impossible for her not to smile as well.

The girl stays motionless and instead offers you her hand. You look down strangely and tilt your head just enough to show your confusion as if it weren't prevalent enough in your pursed lips and narrow eyebrows.

“My hand is cold. Are you just going to stand there and not take it?”

Without hesitation, you move forward and take her hand happily, “Of course.”

There was no point in hiding it any longer. For all the time she had been away from you, it had been torture. Not the good kind either. But as she leans closer to you, she finds herself indulging in a small smile that warms her heart just as it does yours.

Her hand, ever so gently, creeps onto yours and just barely grazes her finger on your nail bed. Such a simple act would go unnoticed by any other set of people. But with you and Wednesday? It’s hard to ignore it.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday fanfic #wednesday series #wednesday fic #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x y/n #fanfiction #wednesday addams fanfiction #kaicubus

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weepingchronicles · 2 months

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Hey! Do you mind me requesting platonic yandere for both Joel and Ellie? I was literally imagining like what if reader was a part of an enemy group that maybe kidnapped Ellie but like over the course of like maybe a couple of days they became friends until you know Joel comes to get Ellie out of there

platonic yandere joel and ellie with enemy reader! (unedited)

tw/cw: yandere, manipulation, violence, mentions of death, immolation

word count: 1,755

thank you for requesting! for this i went with a reader whose a little bit older than ellie just because it made more sense in my head! hope u don't mind

"Let me go, let me go!"

The pitiful cries of the prisoner next door were hard to ignore, I wince and continue making her meal.

It's been a day of non-stop yelling and screaming, we had to tape her mouth again and again to not attract anyone, especially the man we first found her with. My higherups had told me it was probably dead since he was very injured when they found them and probably succumbed to his wounds, especially in this rough winter. But the prisoner wasn't too convinced, or maybe she was trying to convince herself who knows.

I enter the room and see the girl, sympathy fills my chest as i see her cradled up, still tied to the pole and within a large metal cage. I begin to unlock it, holding the warm oatmeal in my other hand. Her eyes pierce throughout my body, like a blood-thirsty animal trying to spot my weakness.

"I made you breakfast." I say with a weak smile, my higherups told me that this girl deserved this, she was caught stealing food and pulled a gun on them. Besides, we hadn't intended to hurt her but we couldn't exactly let her walk freely either.

"I don't want it." She says, a scowl on her face as she refuses eye contact with me. I sigh and put down the bowl next to her.

"You haven't ate and it's cold down here," I shove the bowl closer to her. "Please."

I see hesitation in her face for a moment but she relents. "Fine, just untie me."

I smile happily and go to untie her. Once both of her hands are free, she elbows me in the nose, knocking me down on the ground.

Blood rushes down from my nostrils from the hit and the prisoner runs out the cage. Trying to find a way out, she runs to a door leading outside.

"No, wait!" I scream, trying to stand up. Two guards who were standing watch outside push Ellie to the ground. I scream, running to them. The guards pull a gun on her, ready to shoot.

"No, don't!" The girl has a wild scared look on her face and I don't even care if she hurt me, wouldn't I have done the same?

The guards look me up and down, "This bitch hurt you! Besides we can't have her escaping again, we should have killed her when we first found her-"

"No, please, she's just a kid! I promise, if she escapes again kill her but not today." I put myself in front of the gun, the girl looking between me and the guards.

One of the guards tsk and lowers his weapon. I let out a sigh of relief and the guards drag her to the cage again, locking her inside. She gives me a look before I'm dragged off somewhere. The look was unrecognizable but it almost looked like trust?

I come back again the next day. "What happened to you?" the girl asks, staring at the next deep scar in my cheek.

"I was the one who almost let you escape, remember?" I say, and the girl looks down almost apologetically.

"So.. why did you do it anyway? I mean, let me live."

"I would have done the same in your position. You're like me."

A few moments of silence pass until the girl speaks again.

"Ellie."

"What?"

"My name is Ellie..." Ellie utters, she doesn't look at me but it's clear she is being vulnerable.

I smile, "I'm (Y/N), how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Wow, I'm only a couple years older than you. So.. why did you steal food anyway?"

"I didn't know anyone lived near! And Joel needed medicine..."

Curiosity sparks in my head, "Is Joel your family?"

"Ugh, no! He's just kinda.. looking after me. I'm the reason he got hurt." Ellie lets out, refusing to say anymore.

"Oh. I know how that feels, to have someone you care about get hurt protecting you," I say solemnly.

Ellie doesn't say anymore so I try to change the topic. For hours and the next couple of days we become closer, we learn we like the same comics and music. Ellie has seen stuff that I have never even known about. She often pleads to help me escape but there is only so much I can do, if they find out I helped I would be killed or kicked out to die. Ellie says I can join her and Joel but I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave..

I'm sleeping peacefully until I am woken up by silent shaking. I open my eyes groggily, fully widening once I see Ellie standing over me while shushing me.

"Ellie..? Wha-" "Shh, I'm going to get you out of here."

"What..?" Ellie forcibly pulls me up, hurriedly putting on my boots and coat for me as I stand in confusion.

"I don't understand- how did you get out and why are-"

Ellie hisses in frustration and grabs me by my shoulders, "Listen! The infected got in and there's no time to explain. Joel is waiting for us, we have to leave now!"

My head is swarming with thoughts and anxiety and before I know it I'm rushing out the door into the cold air with Ellie gripping my hand.

"Where are we going!?" I yell, stumbling a bit in the thick snow.

"C'mon!" Ellie yells, not answering my question as she drags me along further, seeming to head nearer to the woods.

In the distance there is smoke and fire, I can hear the faint noise of glass shattering and gunshots. I gasp, hearing the screams if I listen closely enough but I choose not to.

We reach the fence protecting us from the woods, and Ellie throws her backpack and mine over.

"Okay, you're gonna have to jump over. Joel is going to meet us there."

I hesitate, looking back seeing my whole community go up in flames. In a quick decision, I start climbing the fence falling onto the snow once I make it over. Ellie does the same and we both grab onto our backpacks and head further into the woods. Darkness surrounds us, the only thing lighting the world being the fire illuminating the sky into a bright orange. We run in the woods until we can no longer hear the gunshots. It is silent except for our panting breaths, until there is a sound of a branch cracking.

I don't react fast enough, a Runner charges at me with lightning speed. I scream but before it reaches me Ellie tackles it to the ground, using a dagger to stab at its head.

"Ellie!" I rush in to help her, lifting her off the corpse when its finally dead.

"Ellie, your hand." I point to her, and she looks down to see a ring of teeth marks aligning around her wrist, blood already dripping down from the gash.

I begin to break down, my only friend is infected and it was all to save me. I curl into a ball, sobbing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" "(Y/N), no, I'm fine! Look, I'm immune!" Ellie lifts up her sleeve showing a months old bite mark.

"What.. how?" I look up at her, tears still welling in my eyes. "I don't know how, it just is. But all that matters is that you're okay." Ellie hugs me tightly, I relax in her hold finding comfort in the only friend I have that I don't even notice another set of footsteps approaching.

"Ellie!? Ellie!" A man with a Texan accent comes up rushing to us. An instinctual fear creeps up on me as soon as I see the man, he is bloodied and carrying a shotgun. It is clear he has had some kind of training even before the apocalypse, and him being alive nowadays is enough reason to not fuck around with him. Despite all that, Ellie goes rushing to hug him, seeking protection but all I feel is bad feelings coming from him.

"(Y/N), this is Joel, the man who I was with."

"Hi.." I stammer out the best I can. I don't know if I'm shaking from the cold or in fear.

"Hello," Joel says roughly, he extends his hand to hold my shoulder and I try my best to not wince.

"Ellie said you're comin' with us, so let's get a move on before more trouble comes."

I nod and Ellie locks her arm with mine following Joel further away to my burning home. As we walk, I can't help but question everything.

How did Ellie escape? How is Joel seemingly fine although he was injured and needed medicine? Why do I feel so suspicious of Joel?

More and more questions ambush my thoughts and I can't help but seek confirmation to them.

"Ellie, you never answered my question before on how'd you escape..?" I notice Ellie tighten her grip on me slightly which immediately raises red flags in my head.

"Joel found me."

"Right, but I thought Joel was injured but he seems fine to me." Joel stops leading the way, halting in his tracks.

"You sure ask a lotta questions, kiddo."

"Then give me the answers to them!" I plead, I want to believe Ellie and Joel, to believe I didn't just abandon my community to die by itself. Ellie stammers urging Joel not to say something, but he sighs and says "You really want to know? I was never injured in the first place and I knew Ellie was here for awhile now but we planned an attack today because she wanted you."

"Me? Wait, you killed those people? Most of them did nothing and now they're dead because of you!" Tears are streaming down my face now, my only friend has been lying to me, pleading for me to let her go when she could have done it this whole time.

Joel's eyes darken, "I know, so you better come with us because I didn't do all that shit for nothing!" I back up, trying to plot a run from Joel and Ellie even though I have nowhere to go. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you both!" Ellie suddenly grabs me arms, pinning it to my back. I struggle but the smaller girl is more stronger than me, Joel steps closer, pulling something out of his pocket and WHAM, I feel a pain in my skull and the world fades to black..

a/n: sorry if this is bad and i know it took long, i was struggling with the ending and it also just didn't seem yandere enough? constructive criticism is welcome. also i know joel was just kind of mean in this but i feel he'd be a slow kind of yandere, like he wouldn't start to RLLY care about you until way later but yknow

#soft yandere #yandere #platonic yandere #yandere ellie #yandere joel #yandere tlou #yandere the last of us #the last of us

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massive trigger warning for abuse/suicide on this one, but for anyone who thinks psych wards are about protecting people:

1. my friend was trying to choke herself. i begged the staff to help her, and they said she was only looking for attention. minutes later, they call a code, wrangled her to the ground, and forcibly sedated her.

2. a girl was upset because she couldnt call her dad past a certain time. she started screaming, and crying, messing up the front desk. 8 security guards took her down. they broke her arm and sprained her wrist.

3. i came back to my unit in shambles because the staff on hand did nothing to stop a fight. i had to remedy the situation myself. things like this happened often.

4. i was having a trauma meltdown during "quiet time." the youngest patient tried to comfort me, and staff told her to stop and go back to her room because i was "a big girl who can handle herself." i was an out trans guy. the staff member didnt speak to me at all.

5. they separate roommates if they become friends. but they put me and my friend together for the sole purpose of putting us on constant observation together. we had zero privacy, even in the bathroom (which they took the door off of). at state, if you're on C.O, they take away your clothes, possessions, and "privileges."

6. im a CSA survivor. i was forced to regularly occupy the same space as a rapist, no matter how many flashbacks it caused me. they even roomed him next to me.

7. i am intersex. at state, doctors forced me onto an anti-androgen. i refused at first; they labeled me noncompliant, extended my stay, and took away my "privileges" (ex: snacks, going outside, doing fun activities, socializing).

8. they left my friend in a padded room strapped to a table for hours. they then let her off the table and left her in the padded room overnight. she had to wait hours in the morning to be let out.

9. at state, kids have to choose between being forcibly injected with a sedative, or being locked in a padded room if deemed "necessary." your parents have to sign away most of their parental rights, and if they want to sign you out, they need to go to court. for months. the state owns you.

we were all children. none of what i said is a "bad apples" situation. things like this happened every. single. day. it happened at multiple hospitals. these places are made to control mentally ill and other marginalized people. they exist to abuse us into conformity, take away our autonomy, and keep us away from polite society. psych wards should not exist.

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isabella-kr · 10 months

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Chapter Eleven: Who Are You?

This story will include mature themes, please only read if you are 18 years old or over.

If you are underage, you can read the Wattpad version instead as it will include no smut.

This is a work of fiction and does not represent the real Army.

Synopsis: Bad memories, confusion and mental suffering aren’t a great combination. But No-Face will have to put her emotions aside as another mission quickly approached.

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, mentions of a bad childhood, crying.

Word Count: 2.7k

Note: I hope you enjoy!!!

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The gloves felt heavy in her bruised hands. The leather, although smooth, felt like daggers cutting into her skin. The red scythe was almost blinding now; all it reminded her of was the many lives she took in the past; and yet, some part of her couldn’t let it go. She had the chance to be rid of any reminder of her past – to lay rest to her old uniform... but she didn’t.

It was like a part of her was holding onto the strings of her past and refused to let go.

A deep sigh left her lips. Her hands rubbed her face, fingers digging into her eyes. She felt the bench dip slightly beside her. She didn’t have to look at him to know it was Price, the mere scent of his cologne confirmed who he was. He sat there silent, his foot tapping slowly against the floor as he waited for her to speak.

She placed the leather gloves down beside her, dropping them as though they burned her skin.

“I knew her...” she whispered; her voice barely audible as she spoke.

John finally turned to look at her, his eyes holding a speck of compassion in them. His lips were in a tight line on his face as he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue speaking. He wanted to know more, it seemed.

“The girl by the bin... A-402… she was a few years younger than me, got brought in when I was seven... eight?” her voice was quiet, a tinge of softness in them, “She was one of those who got brought in late. Not a baby, not a toddler... a kid with a family she couldn’t forget.”

She paused for a moment, her elbows digging into her knees as her eyes stayed locked on the floor. The room was quiet – silent even – with only the two of them keeping it occupied. She could almost hear her heartbeat, her blood rushing through her veins. Her thoughts were loud in her mind.

A deep ache squeezed her chest.

“You know,” She let out a soft breath, her eyes closing, “She fought so hard when she first came in. She yelled, she punched... she bit one of the guards. I watched her grow up, John, and-” her voice cracked.

No. No-no-no. Why was she suddenly overcome with so much emotion? She barely knew the girl; Spoke to her a few times, trained with her once or twice, sat by her quietly when she cried about missing her parents. She watched her grow up from an innocent child into an Assassin and now-

“I killed her...” she choked on her words and stood up from the bench when she felt her eyes begin to sting.

She faced the wall and wrapped her arms around herself. She was never taught to kill those she worked with. Strangely, the thought never even crossed her mind; she was more worried about failing a mission, or having her partner die during it... not about killing them.

But then again, they weren’t her partners – her allies - anymore. They were her enemies, and she foolishly believed she would never cross paths with any of them ever again.

“No-Face,” His voice was soft – softer that what she was used to. It was still gruff, of course, but he spoke with a quiet and comforting tone as he placed a hand on her shoulder, “It’s alright...”

She shook her head and pushed his hand off her shoulder.

“I understand,” he assured her, “Never took the life of someone you knew, have you?”

“Have you?” her voice cracked, and she closed her eyes as tears gathered on her waterline.

John sighed and with careful hands, he turned her around to face him. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the emotion all over her face. He moved hesitantly – carefully, as to not spook her – and slowly pulled her closer towards him.

It was a silent answer. He has killed someone he’d once known in the past; he knew what it felt like.

He placed a hand on the back of her head as he pressed her cheek against his shoulder, his thumb caressing her hair comfortingly as his other hand went around her upper back. After a few awkward moments, she returned the embrace, and pressed her face further into his shoulder as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

“It’s alright,” he told her, “Just let it out, yeah? Can’t hold that sort of thing in.”

She took a few minutes to compose herself in his embrace, her cheeks wet with tears. She couldn’t help but feel shame for breaking apart in front of him; this was not how she was taught to deal with her emotions, and her reaction embarrassed her.

“M’sorry,” she pushed away from him, her hands covering her face.

He grabbed her elbows, his touch gentle as he pulled her hands away from her face. The whites of her eyes were blood-shot, and her face streaked with hot tears. She was in pain, and it was clear she didn’t know how to deal with it.

“Nothin’ to apologise for,” he responded, eyes soft as he looked into hers.

She took in a deep breath and wiped the tears off her cheeks before speaking again, “The man... the one who pushed me out the window...” she sniffled, eyes still glistening from the tears, “... I think I know him.”

John’s eyes narrowed and eyebrows knit together. He gently pulled her along with him as he guided her back to the bench, where they sat facing each other. He looked at her silently, waiting for her to continue.

“His eyes, I- I recognised him.” She explained, “But I can’t... I can’t remember him. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like, at the back of my mind, I know exactly who is, but my stupid brain is refusing to let me remember.”

John stayed quiet for a short while, gathering his thoughts. He wet his lips then, and spoke, “Were there people you were close with... back then?”

“Yeah, there were a few,” she sighed, remembering the many faces she was familiar with, “Many I trained with, some I went on missions with. I was close with some of the guards... if you could even call it that. They never spoke.”

He hummed, “Maybe you didn’t work together, maybe-”

“No, it... the way he fought me...” she released a sharp exhale, rubbing her fingers against her wet eyes, “It felt personal.”

He watched her with a gaze full of concern. His eyebrows were furrowed and lips slightly downturned as he listened to her speak. He pressed a finger against his bearded cheek and then scratched it, his nails digging into his dry skin.

“He told me he hated me... John,” she spoke again, “He sounded angrier than you when Laswell forced me onto your team.”

Just as John was about to speak, Thomas rushed into the room with a gravely look on his face.

“Alex and Farrah, sir,” he spoke quickly, “They’re under fire.”

John jumped into action, walking towards the door with No-Face following closely behind him. He stopped just at the threshold of the room and pressed a hand against her shoulder, stopping her.

“You’re staying,” he told her seriously.

“What, why?” she argued, her arms spread at her sides in question.

He sent her a look in response, “You’re in no state-”

“I’m fine!” she argued, raising her voice at him for the first time since she’d known him.

He pointed a warning finger at her, “I’m not asking.”

“Price-”

“That’s an order!”

Silence.

“Southwick stay with her,” he gave one final command before slamming the door, leaving them behind as his footsteps grew fainter and fainter.

She stayed silent and still as her eyes settled on the closed door before her. Her throat was dry, and a sharp, defeated exhale left her lips. Her eyes closed, and she rubbed them for a moment before turning to look at Thomas.

He stood there with sadly furrowed brows, his eyes filled with nothing but compassion. He didn’t say a word, unsure what it was that she needed in that moment. His lips curled into a small smile.

“What do you know about me?” she asked suddenly, catching him off guard.

“Uhh,” he hummed in through, “Only the things you told me. Why?”

“I...” she took in a deep breath, her eyes looking around the room – from the floor to the ceiling, and then back to him, “I’m not supposed to tell you more; it’s all classified.”

“I don’t mind not knowing-”

“I want you to know,” she cut him off, a distraught look on her face, “You’re my closest friend... I want you to know.”

I need you to know.

A part of her was afraid. Some part, deep down inside, believed he would turn his back on her – hate her – for the things she had done in the past. She could see it, a hint of disgust in his eyes, as she told him about all the crimes she had committed. But there was also sympathy, and sorrow when she described what her childhood looked like.

The regime. The training. The cold.

The fear.

His hand was on her shoulder when she was done, a silent promise he did not see her differently. He would not change the way he treated her. He was still her friend – someone she could depend on – and that wasn’t going to change.

Even after hours had passed, and John had returned from the rescue mission with Gaz, Alex and Farah, his eyes still held compassion. He was still digesting everything she had told him, every little detail in his mind like a nightmare.

He sent her a comforting smile whilst they waited for Laswell to arrive, his hand discreetly reaching for hers and giving it a soft squeeze. Alex and Farah sat before them on the uncomfortable chairs, the US Soldier comforting the Commander after everything they had gone through.

Hadir. The captain explained before they had gathered in the dimly lit room. Farah’s brother; he stole the Russian Gas. He betrayed them. He was now a terrorist.

Just as she once had been. Except... he chose that path willingly.

She could feel John’s presence behind them as he stood with his arms crossed, his brain no doubt filled with countless questions. She was tempted to look at him over her shoulder – to see what look he held on his face – but she didn’t. She stayed facing forward, scratching the skin on her thumb.

“My brother always wanted to fight without rules...” Farah spoke solemnly as Gaz approached the group with a hot cup of coffee in his hand. He handed it to her, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly as he sat down on a chair behind her, right beside No-Face, “Now he’s broken all of them.”

The door opened and slammed back shut. “Hadir went North,” Laswell announced, the light of the projector hitting her as she stepped in front of the group, “He was picked up by AQ fighters in the foothills.”

“Voluntarily or by force?” John finally spoke up, taking a step forward, now standing right behind No-Face and Gaz.

Laswell shrugged, “We don’t know.”

There was a pause.

A long and tense pause. They all glanced at the commander.

“I’m sorry, Farah,” Alex spoke, turning his head to look at the soldier beside him.

Laswell took in a sharp breath, “Your brother-”

“Is a terrorist,” Farah stated plainly.

“Is an American asset,” Laswell corrected her, “Who is either with or in terrorist hands.”

Alex stood up from his chair, his hands held out slightly, “Hadir is not with us.” He paused briefly, “Now, he could have killed everyone when he stole the gas, but he chose not to.”

Farah looked up at him with knit brows, “How do you know this?”

He took in a sharp breath, “I was there... trying to stop it.”

Farah stood up then, shaking her head, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We believed it was Al-Qatala,” Alex explained, “We didn’t know it was him.”

“We know now,” Laswell cut in, gaining their attention, “We’re going after him tonight.”

“I’ll come with you,” Farah stated.

Gaz looked up her with a deep frown, “You’ll be hunting your own brother.”

“He is not my brother.” Farah replied, “Not anymore.”

Price and Laswell shared a quick look, seemingly holding a silent discussion. They then separated from the group and held a private conversation regarding the mission. Their tones were hushed, the rest of the team not hearing a word they said.

Thomas and No-Face shared a quick look, Wiz sending her a small smile before they stood up from their chairs. Gaz followed along, joining the small group as they waited for John and Kate to rejoin them and share their plan.

“This is a bad idea, Farah,” Alex told her in a soft tone, his eyes showing nothing but care.

“We take care of our own here,” she replied.

“Not usually what that means...” Kyle spoke up, his eyes trained on the commander.

Price and Laswell returned then.

“It does here. I want Farah on the team,” John told Laswell, his tone determined, “I’m not asking.”

Kate looked from John to Farah, her gaze briefly settling on No-Face before she nodded, “Fine,” she agreed, “You have execute authority. All of you.”

Laswell released a short sigh and turned, grabbing a small remote and standing to the side, so the projection of a map was undisturbed on a white wall. They all sat back down, this time with John joining them as he sat beside No-Face, focused as the Station Chief briefed them in on the mission.

“Imagery confirms Hadir was in possession of the remaining stolen gas when he made direct contact with Al-Qatala's most brutal enforcer, the Butcher.” Laswell explained, “Surveillance tracked their vehicles to a residential complex in the Aqrus Mountains, believed to be the Wolf’s stronghold. Alex and Farah will hold orbit for secondary clearance, while Bravo Six leads the assault force to locate the chemical agents, retrieve Hadir, and kill The Wolf.”

The were a couple sighs and a few slow blinks before they stood back up. They shared quick glances, and wordlessly dispersed to prepare for the upcoming mission.

“No-Face,” Laswell’s voice stopped her before she could leave the room. The chief gestured for her to come back, and she did so without a question.

“Kate,” she spoke, giving the woman a small nod.

Laswell took in a breath, waiting for the others to completely empty the room before speaking, “I wanted to congratulate you.”

No-Face hummed with a raised brow, “Congratulate me?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, “You’ve been doing exceptionally well. Better than I thought you would.”

“Right, thanks,” No-Face replied in an almost sarcastic tone.

Laswell smiled, “That was a compliment. You’ve gained many people’s trust, got a citizenship, a rank... and in only a year, too. I’m proud of you.”

Silence. And then-

“Thank you,” she nodded, her words no longer holding the sarcasm they previously held.

“I don’t want to get your hopes up,” Laswell added with a soft smile, “But I’ve heard talks that they might... cut your leash soon.”

“You mean...” Her voice trailed off, “I won’t be... as controlled... anymore?”

Laswell confirmed with a nod, “You might be able to leave base without supervision. Go on missions without the captain. You’ll be, well, you won’t be treated like just any other soldier, I don’t think that will happen for another few years, or ever. But... you’ll have more freedom.”

She wet her lips, and couldn’t help the involuntary smile that pulled at the corners of her lips, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” Laswell shook her head, “Or Price. This is all your doing. The progress you’ve made in such a short time is worth praise...” she paused, a thoughtful look appearing on her face before she decided to continue speaking, “They... they’ve got some plan for you, No-Face.”

“A plan?”

She nodded, “I don’t know what it is. Not yet at least.”

“Something to do with my past?” No-Face spoke in almost a whisper, her tone worried.

“Most likely,” Kate agreed, “As soon as I find out anything, I’ll let you know.”

She took in a deep breath, and then exhaled sharply before speaking again, “Okay.”

“Now go get ready. You’re leaving in 20.”

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wol-fica · 1 year

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《𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂》 - Chapter II

summary - Wednesday can’t seem to get her mind off of the brand new fallen angel…

warnings - some blood, talk of knives

an - Ch I

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Lateritious - the color of brick-red, usually achieved by sunburn or becoming flustered.

Right now, Wednesday was lateritious. Her usual tanned skin was a lovely shade of red while a small embarrassed frown graced her lips. Flirting usually does nothing to her, but after a certain girl’s annoying escapades, she has seemed to turn into a tomato.

Wednesday found out her name, the girl from Jericho. It was pretty easy since Enid suspected that Wednesday had gained an infatuation and decided it would be a grand idea to help her out.

Her name is Jasper Edison, previously a resident of Greenfield High School before she transferred to Nevermore due to “abnormal apendigies”. She is 5’9 with a 5.2 GPA, beating Wednesday’s 5.1, and has held straight A’s since she was in preschool.

See, she was a muse, an agitating stimulus whose soul purpose was to bother Wednesday in ways only God could foresee. Her little quips and remarks made Wednesday feel the overwhelming urge to hurl all over her typewriter and throw herself out of a ten story window.

Jasper’s smug smile made Wednesday want to strangle the life out of her while forcing her eyes open so she would have to watch Wednesday end her. The stupid freckles that dusted across her face; she wanted to nail each with a hammer and record Jasper bleeding out while Wednesday giggled happily.

God forbid her laugh, it was like a knife slicing through the air, an irritating whinny that pierced Wednesday’s ears so aggressively that even she cringed in discomfort. And what in the world was the deal with her eyes? They seemed to glow, a nice sunny yellow that made Wednesday nauseous, and not in a good way.

Jasper was just so annoying, and it pissed her off. Wednesday hated it, she hated the way Jasper’s dimples showed when she smiled, Wednesday hated how Jasoer blushed nervously when speaking to her, Wednesday hated how cute Jasper looked when she spoke about things she enjoyed, she hated the way Jasper treated everyone so kindly even if she had a bad day, Wednesday hated how the sun always illuminated Jasper’s features so well, and Wednesday especially hated how Jasper encapsulated her mind.

Every morning Wednesday cursed the higher powers above for making her dream of her. Jasper was a blessing from heaven but deserved to be dragged into the pits of burning hell; Wednesday would personally escort her if she could.

“Hi Wednesday!” She would say it everyday at lunch, all with a smile on her face.

Enid, who is equally as infuriating as Jasper, has decided to speak her input on how Wednesday is feeling about her. She believed that Wednesday indeed did not hate Jasper, but actually had a crush.

“Wednesday just admit it, you like her!” Enid said as she swept their bedroom floor.

“Liking someone is a waste of my time.” Wednesday deadpanned, aggressively typing away on her typewriter, “Besides, she irritates me.”

“I don’t think you are aware of how much of a crush you have.” Enid chirped, now organizing her drawers full of rainbow vomit.

Wednesday sent her a glare, a small warning that screamed ‘Keep talking about this and I'll slit your throat’. She refused to acknowledge if she had feelings or not, and even if she did, she would do everything in her power to lose them.

“I’m aware that I have multiple knives in multiple places in this easily crossible room.” Wednesday snarled.

That made Enid shut up.

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“…and that is the formula for Planck’s Constant…”

Wednesday yawned as her chemistry teacher droned on about formulas and whatever else he was saying, it didn’t matter to her anyways as her attention was focused on something completely different.

Her black-souled eyes were trained in on the stunning ferrari-red locks that sat two sets to her right and one seat up.

Jasper was slightly hunched over, which was horrible for her back, and seemed to be focused on her drawing rather than the lecture. The sun, conveniently shining through a small window, had a ray of light focused on her face. Her two snow-white streaks of hair seemed to glow as she lazily scribbled down sketches on her notebook.

“And that concludes my lesson, have a wonderful lunch everyone!” The teacher said right as the bell rang.

Wednesday sighed, finally looking away from Jasper to pack up her things and make her way out of the room. She made her way out, pushing past a group of “popular” girls congregating at the door, and proceeded to run face first into a wall of feathers.

Instantly her head flew back and up, her eyes wide as images flashed through her head. A river, it’s water rushing and wild. Blood dripping onto hands interlocking over a rock. Crows cawing eerily as a pair of yellow eyes stared into her soul…

“Woah, you okay?” A voice snapped Wednesday out of her vision, causing her to look around in confusion.

Jasper stood in front of her with a concerned look on her face, her golden eyes searching Wednesday's black ones for any disturbance or discomfort. Suddenly, Wednesday registered the fact that Jasper’s arms were around her waist.

“I…uhm…” Wednesday was quite literally speechless, the feeling of Jasper holding her was restricting her ability to speak words.

“Do you need to go to the nurse? Your dorm? I can take you wherever you need to go.”

Jasper was being so kind, so considerate. Most people would laugh or take advantage of her in this situation, but not Jasper. She was gentle and helpful, keeping her wings around the two of them so Wednesday could have privacy and not be publicly embarrassed to all of her classmates.

Wednesday stood up sharply, discarding all of her thoughts, and straightened herself out.

“I’m fine, though I appreciate you catching me.” She stated, forcing herself to appear neutral.

“It’s no big deal.” Jasper said with a smile, though she still looked unsure, “You’re sure you don’t need the nurse? Should I call Enid?”

Jasper was already reaching for her phone when Wednesday impulsively grabbed her wrist to stop her. She was close, really really close; noses almost brushing while her foot was between Jasper’s.

“No need, I'll be okay.” She mumbled, gazing at Jasper for a moment before hurrying off to the Quad.

‘This is stupid; I’m so stupid.’

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autisticlenaluthor · 6 months

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Control

takes place after music but before lena

Three days pass before Kara tells anyone about what happened at the park.

When she gets home, she slams her door so hard it crumbles right off the hinges, then locks herself in her closet with her favorite book.

She cries for nearly two hours– big, heavy tears that burn as they fall and clump up in her throat. She cries for Kal, who she didn’t mean to betray; cries because she never would’ve been so kind to a Luthor if she’d known who they were. Because she can’t believe she was so stupid– can’t believe she knew Lena’s last name this whole time but still managed to convince herself she wasn’t one of those Luthors. And then she cries because Lena really did seem like any other girl. No– she was even more interesting than the other girls Kara knows and maybe that’s what hurts so much.

She’d wanted to be her friend. Friends with a Luthor.

She hates herself for being so trusting. So naive.

But then she thinks about Kal (she always goes back to him) and how for years, Lex had been his right-hand man. And it’s like a switch goes off in Kara’s brain. If Lena could lure her in a day, it no longer seems so perplexing how her cousin could’ve stayed by Lex’s side for so long.

Knowing their mistake is shared makes things the tiniest bit easier.

It’s what gives Kara the courage to leave the closet after Eliza finishes putting the door back in its frame, and crawl back into bed. She eats dinner half under the covers and for the rest of the day, refuses to speak. No, she can’t speak– she can’t do anything, she’s too paralyzed with anger and exhaustion and every other emotion under the sun.

But at least she isn’t crying. So hey, it’s a start.

The next morning, Kara feels like she’s risen from the dead. Her limbs are heavy– her eyes raw and red. Dark bags hang below them, sunken in like hollowed-out bruises. When Kara tries to toast her Pop-Tarts with her heat vision, all she gets is a headache and a weird look from Alex for squinting and grunting down at the plate.

Eliza tells her she’s experiencing something called a solar flare. She’s burnt herself out and now her body needs time to recover before it can sustain its powers again. She says it’s like when a car runs out of gas or when humans hit a wall and need a few days to recuperate. Kara wants to be upset at the explanation but really, she isn’t sure it makes any sort of difference. Even if she had her powers, she’d be too tired to use them.

So Kara spends the rest of the day on her side of the room with all her lights off. She tries to read but none of the words stay in her head. Instead, she listens to the Fearless album on her iPod on a loop– not quite awake but not quite asleep. She daydreams about Krypton and the science guild and how the sunset looked from the giant window in her old bedroom. And then she cries some more.

By day three, Kara is bored and restless. If her powers had returned, she’d speed through the clouds until all her excess energy was dispersed. But they haven’t. So she has to settle for periodically flapping her hands and jumping around her room to get rid of the feeling that tells her she’s about to explode.

It isn’t until the middle of the afternoon, when Alex is at softball practice and the house is feeling uncharacteristically quiet, that Kara finally brings it up.

She finds Eliza on the sofa in the living room and sits beside her on the other end. She brings her legs up into her chest, awkwardly fiddling with the drawstring on her sweatpants as she tries to find the right words. It doesn’t take long for her to realize there are none. So Kara bites the bullet and comes right out with it.

“The girl I had to work with the other day…” she begins. “For the extra credit project… it was Lex Luthor’s sister.”

Eliza’s eyes widen and she sets her book down, turning her full attention to Kara.

“Oh my… did she– she didn’t do anything o- or say anything to you, did she?”

Kara shakes her head. Her voice is quiet. Withdrawn, almost.

“No. She was weirdly normal. She didn’t tell me who she was.”

“How did you figure it out?”

Kara shrugs. “Some girls from her school came up to us when we were cleaning. And they– they started saying all these things to her and none of it made sense. So I asked and… they told me.”

“Oh.”

Eliza exhales, frowning.

“That must’ve been really hard.”

“Yeah. I just… I can’t believe I didn’t know. I– I wanted to be her friend,” Kara says. Her hands start to shake as she speaks. Her throat feels too stiff– like it can’t properly wrap itself around her words. “I feel so gross. Like… dirty.”

“I bet,” Eliza responds, her voice soft. “I know how crazy the whiplash must be for you. But it’s not crazy you wanted to be her friend. You saw someone you liked and you wanted to get to know them. That doesn’t make you dirty.”

Kara shakes her head and looks down, pressing the pad of her thumb against her nailbed.

“Her brother tried to kill Kal. He’d want to kill me if he knew me. He– he doesn’t even know I exist and he hates me. And she’s his sister so she– she’d hate me too and she almost really did know me.”

She stops for a moment and clamps her mouth shut, hot tears prickling at her eyes. She thinks about Lena’s quiet, restrained laugh, and how different things would’ve been if she’d known. If neither of their identities had been a lie.

“I don’t want to see her again,” Kara says eventually. “I can’t– I can’t work with someone like her. Or like anyone in her family.”

Eliza sucks in a breath. She nods, slowly, taking a second to gather her thoughts.

“Kara… what Lex did… it was horrible. And I know I can’t imagine how scary it must’ve been for you to see him go through that. Especially after everything you’ve lost.”

My world. Kara wants to correct her. I lost my whole world.

“But Lena is only– what, fifteen, give or take? And I- I’m not saying you have to be friends with her or even like her. All of that is up to you. But she doesn’t have any control over what her family does. Lex is a grown man who can take the fall on his own. But Lena– she’s still a kid… just like you.”

“She’s not like me,” Kara whispers. “She’s nothing like me.”

“Maybe she isn’t. But we don’t know her,” Eliza says. “Just like she doesn’t know you.”

#supercorptober2023 #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #look at me making all my characters autisitc #high school au

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femslash febuary day 4: unrequited love

lesbian prongsfoot • 840 words • @hpsaffics

It’s champagne and sugar, being settled next to James. It’s the pleasant fizz on the tip of her tongue as she sips, it’s the sparkling pink settling on her bottom lip like dew drops. It’s the refreshing sweetness of an overripe strawberry busting under her canines.

It’s just enough to tolerate, the sensation buzzes under her skin like a livewire. Barely enough to be background noise, to be something she’ll become accustomed to, a feeling she might even be lucky enough to forget.

And then James brushes the bare skin of her thigh and it’s static, it’s an open flame. It’s her skin peeled back and exposed the elements, it’s the softly humming cables of her body catching fire, scorching their way to her heart.

Sirius drains the last drops of champagne from her glass and meets James’ eyes. They’re wide behind the foggy glasses, sitting crooked on her nose. Wide with her unspoken request, shameless pleading bordering on begging. There’s not much Sirius would refuse James-in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d ever refused James-but this was pushing it.

“No! No, no, no!” Sirius has her fingers over her lips before James can even speak. “Not this! Find some other hopeless girl! There’s plenty in this room who’ll jump on the chance.”

And James is setting aside her own glass on the arm of the couch, and placing her hands on Sirius’ knees, and the crackling blaze in her heart is a bonfire. She’s coughing up ash and James’ nose is brushing hers. The air is sickly with their shared candied breath and Sirius has no defenses left. She’s sure she had none to begin with.

“Please?” James’ words slide down her throat like honey, soothing her burn like balm. Of course she couldn’t refuse her this, just she’d been helpless to refuse her before.

And James is the conqueror, the victor with her spoils. Settling back into the worm velvet of the loveseat and it may as well be a throne. Tapping the side of her glass with her fingernails, the piercing ringing commanding the attention of the room, she’s so satisfied on anyone else it would be smug. But not on James, never to Sirius.

Until she raises her glass over her head, silencing the hum of conversation and announces, “Speech! Speech! The bride wants to hear a speech!”

There are so many things Sirius could say about James, the bride, words that would fill libraries, but when she meets James’ eyes again the balm that was soothing her becomes suffocating. She’s burnt to cinders.

Everyone would expect a nice speech from her. A room of their friends, James’ family, a few hopeful hangers on, all expecting a nice speech from her. Two days before the wedding the responsibility was practically shackled to her by God. Or James, who was close enough.

Maid of honour, best friend of the bride, sister of the groom. There was so much she could say.

And then James squeezes her wrist and she can’t hear her own voice over the roaring flames licking up her ankles, her inner thighs, her stomach.

It’s James’ nails dragging over her skin, pressing down her racing pulse. It’s the way her lips part softly with a gasp when she looks at her, sticky with lip gloss they’d applied together. It’s the pull of her dress over her chest, fabric stretched thin over the gentle thudding of her heart, so steady and grounding compared to Sirius’.

It’s the way she knows those hands as well as her own, and longs for them to touch her in ways she’s only touched herself. It’s the way she knows how James would taste on her tongue, the way her skin would split under her teeth.

It’s the way James’ body is pressed to hers, shoulder to thigh, and it will never be close enough. It’s the way Sirius brushes a lock of her unruly hair over her shoulder and her fingers twitch for more, to bury herself up to her knuckles in the roots. It’s the way she could climb inside James’ open mouth and take root inside her stomach.

But Sirius can’t say this, and maybe she doesn’t have to. The way James’ triumphant eyes rake over her shorched body, she’s sure she knows.

“Well,” and the crashing waves in her gut settle to a gentle rocking as Sirius focuses on the mole on James’ collarbone. “You all know how much I love James…”

“I love you!” And James has the tip of her sword at the base of Sirius’ exposed neck. “We’re like sisters, you and me.”

It’s sour, the sip that Sirius takes. The champagne refuses to pass the rising bile in her throat, it rots behind her teeth. It’s warm and flat, choking her.

It’s words forcing their way out of her, out her the gaping wound in her vulnerable throat. It’s vinegar in the hot air between them, the lie the spits through the blood James draws.

“Like sisters.” She agrees.

And she’s still burning.

#hpsapphicsfeb24 #my writing #lesbian prongsfoot #!!!#:((#</3 #it’s for the DRAMA I promise

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.a court of ash and smoke | sixteen.

pairing: lucien vanserra x reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

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Chest Pains

Ianthe’s presence in the Spring Court was not as welcoming as Feyre and you had once hoped. She brought with her an odd air, one that seemed to ruffle the feathers of more than one servant in the manor. She had rolled in on a white steed early one morning, three days earlier than her intended arrival. Her blue robes had swirled around her, and a crystal on her forehead glinted in the sunlight. She all-but floated as she walked, so beautiful and airy, but she had this odd presence that told you she thought she was by-far the most important person there, perhaps besides Tamlin. You could tell from the way she held her chin up, and looked down her nose at you.

‘You weren’t Under the Mountain,’ you wanted to say. ‘You didn’t face Amarantha in that throne room. You have nothing to look so smug about.’

Yet, Tamlin had embraced her as the old friend that he had said she was, and his spirits seemed to be immediately lifted. There was a smile on his face that day that she arrived, and he had sprinted down the front marble steps to embrace her in a hug, leaving the rest of you, Alis included, standing on the top step looking on in bewilderment.

It was her that had pushed the ring into Tamlin’s palm at dinner that night, who had whispered in his ear as if she were conspiring, glancing over at you and Lucien as she did so. You didn’t miss the mischievous glint in her eye.

Lucien had sat stiff ever since her arrival, and his gold and red-brown eyes had barely left her form from the entirety of dinner. You watched him as he watched her, not able to ignore the slight pang of jealousy that rang through your chest at the sight. Ianthe was beautiful, yes, but the way he stared at her made everything that had happened between the two of you seem less important, less real, even with his rejection still hanging heavy around you.

Neither of you had spoken of it since that day in the library when he had returned, both the rejection and his lingering touches alike. There were times when you caught yourself wondering if it had even happened, his complete refusal to speak of the matter leaving you bemused and confused. But the memory of his fingers on her skin, of his breath against your neck, and his kisses against your throat was enough to tell you that it had been real.

“Now,” Ianthe said with a coolness that was rather alarming. You watched as she leaned back in her chair, dinner demolished, and cradled a glass of wine in her long fingers, looking at you. “Tam has told me all about Feyre, but he neglected to tell me anything about you.”

You frowned, throwing Tamlin a glare, one that made him wince ever-so-slightly in guilt. You hadn’t spoken to Tamlin either, and you certainly hadn’t forgiven him, not for what had happened in that study and not for keeping you and Feyre locked in the house. No matter what his reasoning, no matter how much he suffered, you couldn’t forgive his actions so easily. “And what is it that you might like to know?”

“Well,” she said, lips curling into a feline-like smile. “I heard a rather incredible tale about you. One that involved a certain spell, and the death of a rather terrible Queen.”

You swallowed down your dry throat down, hands twitching at your skirts as you plastered on the calmest smile that you could muster. You didn’t want to talk about that, to talk about that thing that you had become, that you could still possibly become if you ever gave into it again. “That doesn’t sound very much like a question.”

She smirked. “What was it like, to wield that type of power?” She finally asked. Lucien’s eyes flicked to you, and you could feel them trained on your face as you tried to keep your composure.

“Honestly?” You asked, your contact with her eyes unwavering. “It was terrifying.”

You glared at her. That was all it took for you to know you don’t like her, and that you resented her new position in the household and in the court. She seemed to…sure of herself, and considering the people that she now dined with, and everything that you and them have been through, for her to act in such a vain and distasteful way, to act as if she were a primary and vital member at that table, only made you grit your teeth and scowl at her.

This was the person that Tamlin had been friends with for so long? It seemed laughable.

You cleared your throat, throwing Ianthe one final glare before rising to your feet. “It’s been a long day,” you said. In truth, it really hadn’t. You had spent most of your day in the library by the window reading a romance book that you had found shoved at the back of one of the shelves, and much to your own frustration, thinking about Lucien. “I think I will retire. Thank you for dinner, Tam, and a pleasure to meet you Ianthe. I look forward to spending more time with you in the future.”

With that, you disappeared from the room, Ianthe’s croon of, “Well, she’s not what I was expecting,” following behind you.

You retired to your room as you had said, and Carla helped you to bathe and prepare for bed. You slipped under the covers and she tucked you in with a sweet smile. Watching as she poked the fire one last time, you smiled contently and watched as she slipped out the door and closed it behind her.

But not surprisingly, sleep didn’t come to you. All you could think about was the way that Lucien had been looking at Ianthe. She really was beautiful, even if her personality didn’t fit the moulding, but you wouldn’t have thought that she was Lucien’s type at all. At least, you hoped.

You tossed and turned and huffed and sighed, but still no sleep came. Warm milk, that would sort you out. You slid out of bed once again and out into the hall. It was dark outside thanks to the growing night, and you were only just able to make out Carla’s form as she made her way quietly down the steps, likely with the intention of returning home for the night now that her duties were completed. You wouldn’t ask her to wait and make you milk - you could do it yourself and give Carla a break.

You followed along behind her, being mindful to step lightly as you passed Lucien’s room, and took the steps down into the foyer slowly and carefully in the darkness. You paused when you saw the light seeping out from the dining room, and the light tones of your friend’s voices. You slunk down into the shadows and took the final step down, pressing yourself behind the wooden door that led into the dining room, peering through the crack.

There, illuminated by candlelight, various empty bottles of wine surrounding them, sat Tamlin and Feyre, in the same spots that they had been in when you’d left them at dinner. Only now, Tamlin was closer to Feyre, his hand over her own.

“I should have given you this that day we left the mountain,” Tamlin spoke softly, softer than you had heard him in a long time, and you couldn’t help but be glad to see an ounce of the Tamlin that you had known return. You didn’t miss the way Feyre flinched at the mention of the mountain, nor the shudder that slithered up your own spine. “I was a fool to wait, but I want to give this to you now.”

Your eyes widened, and your hands instinctively closed over your mouth as you watched him slip a dainty emerald ring onto her finger, slipping it over the tattoos as if it might cover them entirely. You could just make out Feyre’s beaming smile through that crack in the door hinge, and could hear her whispered reply of, “Yes, Tamlin! I will be your wife!”

You couldn’t help it if that little twinge of jealousy at seeing their happiness once again pricked at your heart.

“You know, you’re terrible at eavesdropping.”

Your eyes lidded themselves closed, and you drew in a deep inhale, one that, much to your dismay, smelt like autumn leaves and apple cider.

“I didn’t realise anyone would be on this side of the door,” you remarked as you turned to face the red-headed emissary. “I thought it rather late for anyone else to be sneaking around.”

“Ah, so you admit that you were sneaking around?” His voice was quiet and hushed, but you didn’t mistake the glint of humour and mischief in his russet eye. “What are you looking at anyway?”

He took a step closer to you, enough that he was standing in your shadow, his red hair tickling your shoulder as he leaned past you and looked through the little crack with his golden eye. He huffed out a sigh of astonishment. “He finally did it, then,” he said. “I was wondering when he’d pluck up the nerve.”

“You knew he was going to propose?” You asked in surprise, and Lucien simply shrugged.

“He never told me, but I assumed. It was the next logical step after all,” he said slowly. The two of you turned back to the couple in the dining room - the High Lord and the Spring Court and his soon-to-be Lady. Tamlin leaned forward and pressed a heated kiss against Feyre’s lips, one that brought heat to your cheeks with guilt of watching, and a reminder of how close Lucien was standing to you. You blinked away from them and took a step back, dipping under his arm and away from him.

“We should go,” you whispered, wringing your hands together. “It isn’t polite to watch.”

Lucien cocked his head for a moment, lips thinning as he looked you over hidden in the shadows, but eventually nodded. “Let me escort you back to your room.”

You bit your lip. ‘He rejected you,’ you told yourself. ‘He’s just being polite. This doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t want you.’

Your small nod was enough for him to begin the trail back up the stairs. You followed in his wake, but refused to let yourself get too close. It was almost as if you didn’t know how to act around him anymore, and that after everything the two of you had survived and faced together, it was the simple fact of him asking you to leave that had led us to such an awkward position within your friendship.

‘You should go,’ that’s what he had said. ‘Just go.’

And yet, despite yourself, you had still brought yourself to completion for the first time ever, had seen stars from your own fingers, at the thought of him, of his red locks glinting in the sunlight, of the moment he had removed his mask and you had seen his face properly, at his smile.

You felt your cheeks heat at the thought, and Lucien gave you a sidelong glance, cocking his head once more as if trying to puzzle you out. “Have you ever thought about marriage?” You asked, trying to change the subject but immediately wincing at the way you had blurted the question, at the way that had been the only thing you’d been able to conjure to keep your mind from thinking of him in ways that you knew you shouldn’t have been.

His shoulders tensed, rising with a breath and falling against just as suddenly. He did not meet your eye. “Once, a long time ago,” he said quietly as you reached the top step and turned left toward the bedroom.

“What happened?”

He paused, licking his lips slightly, before answering. “Someone got in the way, and it was never the same again.”

It was then that you realised that you really knew very little of Lucien’s past, of the years - or rather, centuries - before you had arrived at the Spring Court. You had learnt enough of Tamlin’s past in those first six months to feel that you really, truly knew him, but Lucien…Besides those years Under the Mountain, he was still quite a mystery to you. Perhaps he preferred it that way. He had once said, not that long ago, that he had done things and that people had been hurt by it. Perhaps his past was dark - maybe he had done truly awful things. He had the strength for it, that was for sure, but you did not think he would have the disposition.

You reached the door to your bedroom, and as you reached for the handle, he paused. “We leave for the Day Court tomorrow morning,” he said coolly. “Are you prepared?”

“Carla has packed a bag for me, if that’s what you mean,” you said, looking up at him. From the way the moonlight cast through the window at the end of the hall, his hair looked less red and more bronze, the same bronze as that fox mask had been. You wondered what he had done with it after he had been freed from the curse - had he kept it? Or thrown it away? After fifty years with it stuck to his face, you didn’t know what you would’ve done if you were him.

He gave a small sideways smile. “That’s not what I meant,” he said. His smile dropped at his next words. “Are you prepared?”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, running a hand through that bronze mane. “Helion - High Lord of the Day Court - may be able to help you,” he said with an almost grimace-like expression on his face. “But what that help might entail, I do not know. The power that you wielded, sweet human,” - he paused, although you were unsure if it was due to what he was about to say, or because of the nickname that had fallen from his tongue that he hadn’t uttered in so long, but you waited with baited breath regardless - “I have never seen power like that before, not even in the time before Amarantha. I think that it might be…dark magic.”

Dark magic. The thought made your dinner curdle in your stomach. You had never thought there to be light and dark magic in these realms, but after seeing what Amarantha had been capable of doing, it was logical to assume that it had been dark magic. A far cry from the healing powers that Tamlin and Lucien had used on you before, or the quick clicks of their fingers that brought food to the table.

“Do you think I might be…dangerous?” You asked quietly, unable to look away from his eyes. You wanted - no, needed - to see his reaction, if only to know whether or not your greatest fears over those few weeks had been valid. To know if there was a chance that you were a monster, just like she had been.

His features softened as he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers warm against your skin. “No,” he whispered. “I could never think that of you.”

He had pulled away and disappeared before you had the chance to savour the moment, or to savour him.

The dawn was creeping its head over the shadows of the valleys beyond the Spring Court manor when you awoke, but it wasn’t the light that brought you back to reality. It was the stabbing, burning, aching, and unsubsiding pain in your chest. It crashed through you like an ash arrow, seemingly ripping your insides to shreds - claws reaching the grasping and pulling their way into your heart, to stop it from beating, to stop you from living.

You clenched your jaw tightly, your eyes slamming shut as you scraped at the skin over your chest, curling into a ball on your bed, covers long since kicked away. It wasn’t until that pain wretched through you once more, stronger and harsher, right by your heart, tearing at the air from your lungs, that you finally screamed, agonising and guttural and so prolonged that you would still screeched when the door flew open and Lucien appeared by your bedside. Tamlin was there next, but you were in no fit state to see the way the colour drained from their faces.

“What is it?” Tamlin asked, looking between you and Lucien and back again. “What’s wrong?”

“The pain!” You screamed from somewhere in your chest, fingernails pulling at your skin, scratching and tearing as if you might somehow be able to reach through the skin and pull your heart out yourself if only to stop the agony. “It won’t - It won’t stop!”

“What pain?” Tamlin demanded. Feyre was there now too, pulling your hand away from your chest and away from the bleeding scratches that your fingernails had left.

“Where does it hurt?” Lucien asked from somewhere behind you, warm hand rubbing the hair from your face and turning gentle circles in your shoulders. “Are you injured? Tell me where it hurts.”

You moaned and cried and whined, and then, with a scream that sounded more like it had come from the depths of hell itself, you cried, “Everywhere!!”

When your eyes snapped open and you saw the startled steps back that Tamlin and Feyre took, saw Carla in the doorway gasp at her neck as she let out a screech, and felt Lucien’s hands on me freeze, you knew what had happened.

Your eyes were blood-red.

“Get her to the Day Court,” Tamlin whispered, not pulling his eyes away from mine. “Now!”

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She can’t figure them out.

Luz has always been odd, with a thousand weird, lovable habits. Camila remembers that happy, carefree girl who enthusiastically brought snakes too school and spent hours ranting about her interests. Who could barely sit still, except at the end of the day, when she curled into her blankets like they were a cocoon, and slept peacefully like that.

What she’s gotten back from that place is a girl with a look in her eyes like she’s seen the world fall apart around her, and from what Camila knows, that might just be what happened. A girl who walks like she’s carrying the planet on her shoulders. A girl who has withdrawn into herself, curled up with the others, and quietly tries to process what happened to her.

She’s only seen Luz in this much pain once. Back then she swore that she would do everything in her power to protect her, to make sure that she won’t ever be as hurt and scared again. She’d known it was a promise she couldn’t keep – Luz would hurt again, grieve again, cry again. That was a fate no parent could protect their child from.

But not this. Not something that by all means sounded like the apocalypse. Luz was supposed to hurt because of normal things, things she could heal from. Things Camila could help with.

This – she can’t figure out how to help her with this. She isn’t qualified, she doesn’t know what to do with her daughter and her friends, who have all gone through so, so much.

Her friends too, are indecipherably broken. The oldest, Hunter, said perhaps three words the entire time. She can’t even recall what his voice sounds like. Instead he hovers protectively around the others, always ready to be a silent but reliable shoulder to lean on, while refusing to be comforted himself. He hasn’t cried at all, which worries her – she can tell he wants to, sometimes. But he blinks the tears away and throws himself right back into comforting his friends.

The girl she’s learned is named Willow keeps herself busy that way too. She wipes away their tears, holds their hands tight in hers and whispers soft assurances that they’re safe, that nobody can hurt them any more. And when she broke down, when it was her own tears staining her clothes, they stepped up too, showing the same kindness and support she’s given to them.

Luz has a girlfriend now. Her name is Amity Blight and she’s here too, a shivering bundle of nerves. She clings to Luz most of the time, and when she speaks, it’s always carefully controlled, with thought out polite responses to anything she’s asked. But Camila can see the cracks in that strong façade, and through them she catches glimpses of the same agony all of the children share.

Amity knows how to sob silently, and that’s perhaps the most heartbreaking thing of all. She’s tried to pick herself back up after crying, tried to pretend she was better now. All of them can see she’s lying to herself for the other’s sake, but they let her, while leaving the option for her to seek their help wide open.

And then the youngest. Gus, he introduced himself, voice fragile. He’s twelve, twelve years old she can’t believe it, and perhaps the most broken of them all. They are also the most protective of him, unconsciously shielding him even from her, hovering around him as he slowly wanders the hallway, eyes wide, drinking in every detail of the house.

He looks so fragile, she can’t hep but think. He’s too young for all of this, all of them are, and she still can’t figure out how to help. How to make all this hurt better, at least.

What they’ve experienced is horrible beyond her wildest nightmares. And though they’re safe now, it haunts them still. In some capacity, it likely will for the rest of their lives. Pain like this doesn’t go away. It eases, sure. You learn to live with it. But you can’t truly get rid of it.

Sometimes, when she’s sure they’re all asleep, she goes into her room and locks the door. That’s when she breaks down too, sobs into her own pillow. Because her daughter is broken and hurt so much, and she can’t figure out how to make it better.

#i am in pain #toh season 2 #toh spoilers #camila noceda #luz noceda #gus porter #hunter toh #amity blight #lumity #willow park #toh willow #toh gus #luz toh #king’s tide fucking wrecked me

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