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[infernalodie]

𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

"𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦"

Inspo: Kamal. - people don't change - demo

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Maybe you had held out for hope for no reason...

Warnings: Reader and Rue dated prior to Jules ever arriving, drug abuse, and a lot of angst.

Words: 1253

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR SENSITIVE TO THE WARNINGS ABOVE!

At the heart, you wanted to believe Rue was trying to get clean. Indeed, you wouldn’t be a friend if you didn’t believe it. What made it hard was sitting in this parking lot, standing by the counter to grab your guys’ food and knowing precisely what she was doing inside your car. A powdered line along your phone case with a rolled-up bill in hand. Her shame had no limits.

And you weren’t going to try and act high and mighty because you’ve done your fair share of drugs. But you didn’t let them take ahold of your life like Rue has.

But who were you to judge? It’s not like you were someone that had control in her life. You were a mere ex-boyfriend and only recently she had befriended you again after the two of you caught up from the few months of her being in rehab.

You didn’t know how to navigate around the clear issue she had been sent to deal with. And the people in her life, like Fez, weren’t exactly helping. Him giving her drugs after knowing about her going to rehab set her back at square one. The difference was he cared about her, unlike most drug dealers. So, you could respect him for that.

Once again; what could you possibly even do?

Grabbing the bag of food, you walked to the vehicle. Rue noticed your approach and slipped out with a tired smile. “I’ve been needing this.”

You smiled. “I’m glad I can be of service.” Handing her the food, you moved to the other side of the car and took your own out.

“Yeah, man. Mom’s been on my ass about these drugs and shit. I can barely be able to go out anymore without her throwing a drug test in my direction.” She took a bite of her burger, humming in satisfaction.

A groan fell from your lips that hadn’t been intentional but simply slipped out. “Here we go again.”

Hearing that made Rue frown. Her lips twitched in a confused grin with her head tilting slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Taking a bite out of your burger, you grabbed a napkin and wipe your lips. “You’re always complaining. Why does everyone keep walking out of my life? Maybe you keep pushing them away? Perhaps you’re the problem.”

Rue scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t complain, man. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that.”

“That’s all you do, Rue,” you laughed. “You don’t realize it, but when you were gone, Leslie had me driving Gia to school instead of the bus and I get to hear all about that shit.” Rue, of course, hadn’t known this considering the two of you ended things on a harsh note with her slapping you in front of the entire football team. Now, you weren’t going to take the full blame because you had yelled at her for deciding to skip out on your game to do drugs. And your anger came from your worry, but she hadn’t seen it that way and it resulted in her cutting all ties to you. “You complain and complain about your circumstances and why it won’t get easier. You say you want “change” but you don’t want to change.”

“Pretty high and mighty coming from the asshole smoking weed in front of me,” Rue pointed out, snarky. “If I had recovered at rehab, you would be the cause of me going back to drugs. You ever think about that?”

You smiled, leaning your arms on the roof of the vehicle and saying, “I wouldn’t if I knew you were off of them but I hear everything from Fez. You completely forget that I buy my shit from him.”

She looked about ready to walk away just so this didn’t ruin her high. But you continued, keeping her shortening care to listen. “Rue, you aren’t unique, all right? If I have to be the one to tell you, then I will. But you are just like every addict in this world that is struggling just like you. They had something happen in their lives that put them down the same path as you.” Sighing, you tapped your hand on the roof of your vehicle and said, “The difference is people in your life care and have been trying everything to help you, but you won’t accept it.”

“Why do you even care?” Rue asked.

Exhaling deeply, you said, “Because for a time, I loved you and I still care about you enough to tell you when you are being a jackass. And maybe I had hope that you would get better and go back to who you were before all this shit.” She stared at you for a few moments, perhaps thinking. Whether she was or not, you glanced away before popping open the door. “But then again, I don’t mean jack shit.” And you left her with that hanging statement for most of the ride.

Life had its way of working things out and you were sure that in some way, your words would come to reality for Rue. There hadn’t been malice for years and your intentions weren’t to destroy her. But you saw the only way she could heal was to crumble and repair afterwards. There could only be so much pain and torment she could take before she had to look for a way to pivot to either keep herself safe or keep the people she cared about in her life. And you hoped she found it sooner than later because you could already see the aftermath of her decisions if she kept down this road.

Pulling up outside of her house, you placed the car in park and allowed your hands to fall by your thighs. Leaning your head back into the cushioning of the headrest, exhaling softly.

Rue shifted from time to time, clearly wanting to express her thoughts. She could get out of the car and walk away with the remnants of resentment she’d held against you for years. But she didn’t. She sat there, uncomfortable in her thoughts that she couldn’t put together well enough to make a coherent and important statement.

Sighing, you said, “I know you don’t care about what others think Rue and I can’t change your mind. I am just an ex-boyfriend that you dated for a little while. I can accept that.” Turning toward her, you shook your head. “But your mom, Gia, Fez, Maddy–everyone fucking cares. The last thing anyone wants to see is your face on the early morning news dead from an overdose. I don’t want to see that shit.”

Rue chewed on her bottom lip, nodding to herself. As she went to grab the door handle, she stopped, looking back at you and muttering, “You know, I’m sorry about us-”

“Don’t.” Rue watched as you shook your head, glancing at her. “You don’t need to go digging into the past to apologize to me when you should be focused on the road ahead. It’s embarrassing.”

Again, harsh. But needed. And for the first time since the start of the argument, Rue didn’t bite back or protest. Almost agreeing. Because it was despicable how she desperately tried to indirectly apologize. Especially for something she knew she didn’t deserve the opportunity to apologize for. “It’s in the past and you found someone new and I’m happy for you.” Unlocking her door, you sighed. “Just don’t go ruining it like we did with our relationship.”

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[kaicubus]

Robbers | Rue Bennett

warnings ✩° : angst. literally so much angst, numbness, crying, saying things you don't mean, break up?, drug mentions, toxic relationship, no happy ending...unless?

pairing ✩° : rue bennett x fem!reader

premise ✩° : dating someone who doesn't want to be fixed is difficult on its own, so when you're faced with the opportunity to leave for your own good, you can’t decide.

word count ✩° : 3.7k

authors note ✩° : i actually...did not want to write this LOL bc it hurts me so much.  i’m getting back into the swing of things so forgive me if it’s a little rough. also i’m writing this as i’m listening to the song and crying so a bit of yummy raw feelings here!!

now playing : Robbers by the 1975

Rue had a face straight out a magazine. Hell, she could even be a model if she wanted to.That’s one thing you knew all too well about your girlfriend, she was perfect. In the past, you remember how you would tie back her curly hair and style it in high ponytails and buns, loving the feeling of those stringy locks pressing into your skin and wrapping around your fingers. Though the memory is well faded way now, there was not much of that Rue left at all. On the surface, Rue looked as if she were on the verge of death either from exhaustion or overdose, and past the surface it wasn't much different.  You had done everything in your power to keep your girlfriend afloat, holding her hand through life no matter how much she used you or wrung you out.

Everybody around you saw how much being in a relationship with someone who shouldn't even be in one was severely taking a toll on you, but you stood by Rue and defended her. For the longest time you've been irrevocably in love with her, but your rose colored glasses would soon come off mistake after mistake after each time Rue would find a way to neglect you and refuse your help. It was hard to swallow the fact all your calls were either declined or ignored, and that all your texts were left on delivered or opened, but you told yourself all you had to do was be patient. After all, throughout your relationship with Rue, that’s all it was : being patient. There was no winning with her, and it took you 5 years for it to click in your mind.

Well now that you've got your gun It's much harder now the police have come.

The silence is deafening. This whole time, you've been at war inside your head, one side screaming at you to leave Rue and the other trying to beg and convince yourself to stay. You didn't admit it, but you were losing the battle with your own self. Rue hadn't even noticed you zone out and had instead been dragging long, listless breaths from a joint Fezco had gave her to ‘help with her withdrawal’ which was bullshit at its finest. You knew it was just an act to think you had Rue under your radar when really she was way out of the boundaries. It infuriated you how your own girlfriend played you like a fool; it was insulting in every possible way you'd look at it. She treated you like you were stupid and oblivious to drug use and anything of the sort, however thanks to her and Fez you know everything about it.

Rue flicks her lighter open and the warm light floods the midnight air and heats up the cold air around you both. You check your phone, 12:09 pm, it’s late and you're slowly getting tired but you still have something to say before the feeling of emptiness growing larger and larger swallows you whole. You just don't know how to bring it up. Even thinking about it was similar to that of slowly prying each and every single one of your fingernails off, you didn't even want to think of it. Thing is, right now, Rue looks so peaceful. Maybe its because all of her attention is glued onto the tight joint, rolled between her fingers and getting a clean breath of smoke in. She looked perfect.

That’s when you decide to break the silence, as comforting as it was, the feeling of descending dread resting on your shoulders is too much to handle and you just have to get it off your chest.

“Rue...”  your voice catches her attention and she gives you a quick side glance as an answer. Disappointment curls your lip and you realize this conversation might not go the way you want, but then again, what option do you have? This was far more than a normal conversation and far more than you ever had to deal with.

Despite her lack of answer, you continue, “Can we talk?” Its cliche but there's no better way to bring it up.

She mumbles in response. You can tell she doesn't have a care in the world to listen to you talk, that's one of the many reasons why you feel not seen or heard.

“Please, Rue. Its important.”

She parts her lips carelessly, “Fuck, Y/n I’m listening, ok? Go on.”

You back into a defensive posture and roll your shoulders back just enough for her to see your eyes, to even get a glimpse of your guilt or your hurt. But her lax tells you all you need to know. She wasn't going to care, just like everything, she didn't care about you at all. Just like that time where you had gotten an A on a test you really studied your ass of for and she didn't show any trace of enthusiasm, or the time you got your drivers license and she barley bat an eye, or the time she ignored you all night just to pay attention to anime Ramona Flowers Jules. You couldn't even remember the last time she was genuinely happy for you or interested in what you had to say.

But if you just take off your mask, You'd find out everything's gone wrong.

“I want to break up.”

...

“What?” she asks, hardly taking you seriously, “Break up?”

Instead of dismissing her like you usually would do, you nod, “Yeah.” You cant even bring yourself to look at her. This is new territory for both of you, so each approach couldn’t be guaranteed a positive or negative reaction; like a leap of faith, you just had to seize the chance.

Your eyes flicker into hers and almost immediately your heart sinks deep past the rest of your organs harbored in your chest. Almost as if she had looked at you in slow motion, time had thickened and the look in her eyes lingered deep inside your soul with her down turned brows speaking volumes.

“What?” her voice hushes into the night sky and suddenly you see your eyes glisten in the reflection of her wide eyes.

“I…” you try and speak but your throat closes up, “I…We…Rue…”

The light of her joint dims and lights up again, casting a warm shadow on Rue’s cold finger tips.

“Have you noticed, we don’t fit like we used to?” You ask.

Rue brings her knees close to her chin and kisses the raggedy denim of her jeans, “How far back are you saying?”

“The very start.”

“Well, the very start was a while ago, I don’t even remember that far.” She pushes her lips out in thought and does everything in her power to avoid your burning gaze. All she can think about is just how fucked she knows this conversation will end up. There’s no way out.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while. I don’t think there’s any good way to say it.” You let out a sigh and roll your head up to the starlit sky, “I want to break up with you.”

She stays silent and allows you to speak your mind, though you’d hope she’d interrupt and fight for her place as your girlfriend.

“These past few months have been really hard, and I don’t know what’s going on. You’re not talking to me and you’re not even answering my calls. I feel like a ghost, Rue. It’s like you don’t even care about me ever since Jules.”

That name alone made Rue shudder in disgust.

“I really wanted this to work. It’s been working so far. But, I cant even force myself to believe it’s working anymore. I feel like my whole life, I’ve been forced to look after you—like it was my identity.” you fidget your thumbs in circles, still hoping she’d interject to cut you off or something, “You’ve lied to me more times that I know, screamed bloody murder at me when I told you not to shove bottles of pills down your throat, you’ve even attempted to steal my own medication I need to get through my panic attacks to get high. But it didn’t matter because I loved you.” your eyes meet hers, “D-Did you even love me?”

She picks her head up from hiding in the safety of her kneecaps and looks at you, how your eyes are now well damp with tears sloshing over your waterline and how your lips are quivering in heartache.

“There wasn’t a moment in my life where I ever thought about not loving you, Y/n.”

“How?” you choke, “How can you say that and show me nothing to back yourself up with? What have you done for me besides make me hate myself? I thought I could help you get through your addiction but no matter what I tried, you pushed me away. Was I even good enough to be an outlet for you?”

Her legs fall back down to their original position and she uses her palms to push herself closer to you. Rue isn’t good at comforting people, she barley even knew how to comfort herself, but through the countless times you’ve done it, she wraps her arms around your shoulders and instinctively pulls you into a deep embrace.

Tears finally escape their confinement as the sudden force pushes you back just enough for them to spill out of your eyes. Just as suddenly, you find yourself crying; Sobbing, even. She doesn’t kiss you, though she wishes she could, maybe it would’ve soothed you, but hugging you is all she thinks to do.

Your choice was inevitable, the end of your relationship was bound to happen, but neither of you expected it to end the way that it does. Still. She hoped you’d give her one more time. Just one more fight.

“Why?” you mumble against her shoulder, “Why are you doing this? Why now?” grief clogs your throat and drowns your words in overwhelming dejection.

“I don’t know.” She says truthfully, “I don’t feel good about this either. I just, wanted you to stop crying.”

You sniffle and pull away, wiping your eyes, “Right. I’ve-Ive tried helping you Rue, you can’t say I haven’t.” silent tears glide down your cheeks.

“No, Y/n. You were always there, always.”

God only knows but you'll never leave her.

In an attempt to gather yourself, you rub the thin, red fabric of your sleeve across your eyes — smearing your cheap mascara you had put on haphazardly before you even came here with Rue. Clumps of black product feathers across your lashes and runs down your cheek that you hastily smear clean-ish.

“You’ve done more than anyone has.” she wipes her tears numbly, “I-I can’t even be mad at you right now because I seriously deserve this. I deserve to be punished after all the shit I put you through—I knew what I was doing and I knew you’d forgive me. But it all piled up and now, now its like--Fuck!” she sobs, “I’m sorry I’m crying, I can’t control it right now and if I could I wouldn't be because I want to have a normal conversation with you like a person but I —” she manages to choke on her own tears.

Your heart squeezes for her. All this time, Rue would only ever show her emotions to her bedroom ceiling; it was rare for you or even her sister Gia to see her most vulnerable side. But right in this very moment, seeing her shed her hard rock exterior, it baffles you that she could even be capable of such emotion. Whenever she was confronted about her behavior in her life, she reacted violently with rapid pacing and shoving, hitting and screaming. Maybe it was because of the weed, but when she looks at you with such soft eyes it reminds you of the Rue you've always known — the Rue who would never hurt you.

Anybody in a situation like yours would’ve given up, and one thing about that is true. For as long as you had struggled keeping your head afloat in the raging sea of Rue Bennett, your time had come and it was finally time to stop kicking and sink. As much as you didn’t want to, you couldn’t deny the weight of it all on your shoulders.

Her fingertips find her eye sockets and press into them as if she’s trying to dig out her tear ducts to stop them from crying and blurring her vision. “I’m sorry. ‘M sorry I’m such a bad girlfriend. I’ll try harder next time please — please let there be a next time, Y/n. I cant have this be like Jules.”

“This isn’t like Jules. Rue, what we have is NOT like what you had with her. Ok?” you gently rub her tears away and guide her hands into yours, “I love you, so fucking much. And you know how much it hurts me to see you so hurt over this…which is why I think we need this. You need this. I need this.”

Rue bites her lip and shakes her head, “No, please please please,” she sniffles, “Please, Y/n don’t leave me. I need you.”

You turn your head to the side, causing your tears to gloop to one side and slosh out, “I know you, Rue. You’re going to be fine.”

“Stay…” she says, finally able to slow down and catch her breath, “Stay, stay...”

“Rue…” you look down, “Can you promise me something?”

Rue’s tongue darts out to wet her lips and catch her tears free falling onto her cupid’s bow, “Y-Yeah?”

You stare directly at her and soften your eyes—as if they weren’t soft enough—and gently cup her cheek in the palm of your hand. The sensation was too familiar for Rue to ignore and suddenly she’s flashed back to the first time something like this happened. Back when everything was still new to the both of you. She had just finished screaming at you, and you had remained patient despite such horrible things being said, but you understood her feelings. She was like an open book to you back then. Rue had cried her eyes out and screamed her throat dry and once she was somewhat calm, you inched towards her slowly and held her face in your hands. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, you held her in your arms for what felt like hours and stayed still as still water after a storm. You were a tower of stability and light in the epicenter of the crashing waves of her ocean.

Now, as the tides pull in and push out, you’re faded and eroded by the salt water, but still holding on.

“Promise me you’ll keep on living.”

You give her a half crescent smile before sliding your hand off her face to the back of her head and hugging her face into your chest. Rue accepts the change and closes her eyes for a split moment.

You throat moves against her forehead as you attempt to swallow all the bubbling feelings in your chest. All you can think about is how you don’t want to leave, but you know this isn’t healthy for you or for her. The last thing you wanted to do in your relationship was be the bigger person and break up with her, but the circumstances were too much to shove aside. Not only were all your close friends telling you to break up with Rue, but you knew deep down that if she wasn’t able to change for not you but her, you couldn’t continue. There was only so much you could do, and you already drained yourself dry.

Rue hugs her arms around your waist slowly and rests her head against your stomach. She doesn’t know the next time she’ll be allowed to touch you like this again, so close and so tender. So she savors every bit of it. She revels in the silence and swims in the sounds of your heartbeat, embracing the softness of your clothes and silkiness of your skin. Rue found home whenever she hugged you. The nostalgic, sweet smell of your natural scent always soothed her no matter what but now that she knew you were going to leave her, it smelled so faint. Where did it go wrong? She couldn’t even remember a specific breaking point for you, and that’s exactly why, she realized. She’s always going to love you, she’s always going to wait. She just didn’t know if you were going to do the same thing. Even if you guys were miles apart, or right next to each other, the distance that was always between you will remain the same.

That’s when you comb your fingers through her frayed and knotted hair, brushing through the stiff parts. Something about the way you gently untangle her messy hair strikes her completely vulnerable and her shoulders fall to signal it. 

You pull away quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to —” you hesitate, “I mean...I...”

"I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without you,” she presses her damp lips against your arm, “I can’t think of something like that. I want to promise you that I’ll do it.”

“Hey,” you hold her face, “Hey, look at me.” the softness in your voice only makes her cry harder, “You don’t have to, not now.” Her eyes dart into yours, searching for something to get her to stop crying but she can’t. Her sobs fill the air and with each struggling breath they get louder and louder; not even when you attempt to cushion her cries with your chest does she let up.

You press your lips together and blow, hushing her and cradling her tightly in your arms.

“I just want everything to be ok. Tell me, Y/n. T-Tell me everything's going to fine.” She sobs, “Tell me you're staying, tell me you love me still, you can play with my hair again like we used to — you can even tie it up in pigtails this time and put those stupid butterfly clips in it like you always wanted.”

You shake your head softly. 

“Y/n please — tell me we’re going to be fine!”

“Rue...”

“I know I screwed up, I know that. I always screw up. But not with you.”

You pull away and take the time to wipe her tears away, clearing her red and puffy eyes of the overflowing amount of wetness clinging onto her pretty, now kind of dirty face. Her cheek hugs your palm and she closes her eyes, releasing more droplets of saltwater.

“Y/n...” She mumbles, “Fuck...I’m sorry. ‘M so sorry...”

She runs her hands through your hair and scrapes her fingertips into your scalp, pulling your body closer to hers and pressing her forehead up to your own. All you can do is bite your lip to prevent any more necessary cries from escaping your throat. You can feel the way her thumbs stroke your neck and the raggedy pattern of her breathing declines into a steady pace as it fans across your skin.

Each little touch made her head reel back and forth, and a part of her hated you for it. She hated how much she felt around you and how much she was able to feel like her actions as well as her words meant something; it meant that everything she had been working towards numbing her pain was all for nothing. She didn't enjoy it one bit. Especially now that you were choosing to leave her? How could she ever cope and recover? There’s no way.

Or maybe there was?

With her eyes quickly flickering into yours, you're almost shocked at the sudden tense and direct eye contact. Even though Rue had been avoiding your stare in fear she’d break more than she already is, it seemed like now she was peering directly into your soul and trying to reach within the depths of Y/n.

Rue knew what she had to do. So she spoke,

“What if I went back?”

You blink, “Back? Back where?” Even though the answer seemed obvious, you didn't even for once think shed ever reconsider going back,

“To rehab. Therapy. Everything. For you.”

“For me? W-Why for me? Rue if you're going back to rehab it NEEDS to be for you —”

Rue brushes a section of her hair back and rubs her palms against her face, wiping her face fully dry now, “I like who I am with you, Y/n. You're probably the only person in this world who makes me feel like I have a chance no matter how hard or how much I screw up,” her voice closes in once she realizes how serious she needs to be, “So I’m going to take a chance that will grant me more chances.”

“Rue,” you say, not even sure what’s going to happen next. Luckily, she cuts you off before you could even get the chance to speak again.

“I know this is going to take time, I know we weren't perfect. I know that. But, when I get out of rehab again things will be.”

You feel your heart race in thick surges of hope. Maybe you didn't know things were going to ever change from how they were before. Maybe you weren't sure if anything would come of her words that could very much be empty promises in the moment. Maybe your trust had been severely damaged by all the lies and deceptions over the years. But that all didn't matter right now. Because right now, there was hope for something you've longed to see for all your life : A Rue who’s happy. 

Could this give her happiness? Knowing that you'll be there waiting for her with the same warm arms you've always given her? Would that even be enough for her? Your thoughts ran rampant as you stare into her cavernous yet gleaming eyes. 

“Promise.” Rue swallows, holding up her pinkie finger.

Without thinking, you hold up your pinkie as well.

“I promise,” she sniffles between her words, “I promise you, I’m going to get better for you and keep on living.”

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[xoluvx]

Could you do comfort and regretful for Rue Bennett? ❤️🥰

[ comfort ] for a kiss to reassure

[ regretful ] for a kiss meant to apologise

"hey, listen to me" you cupped rue's tear stricken face. she was still hyperventilating. her tears were never ending. chest heaving.

"you are okay," you whispered finally getting her to look you in the eyes. her beautiful brown orbs were glazed over, the whites of her eyes barely white anymore. "i will take care of you," you caressed her cheek. your index finger pushed the strand of hair that was clinging to her tears behind her ear.

"i'm sorry," she croacked and you shook your head dismissively.

"don't be sorry," you reassured planting a soft kiss on her lips. her lips melted with yours gently and sweetly. though her lips were salty from the tears that were shed, they were tender. you felt how sorry she was. how much she wanted to get better. better for you.

"please forgive me," she whispered against your lips, her voice quivering again.

you cupped her face with both hands again and pulled her close. your lips brushed barely touching. only enough to feel her warm breath. "i love you, rue. nothing is going to change that." you wanted her to believe you so much.

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Congrats on 1.5k!!

May I please request "your morning voice is hot" with Rue?

✧ 1.5k follower celebration -> closed

the sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating the messy teenagers room. you opened your eyes gently, smiling to yourself as you felt your girlfriends arm around your waist. you stayed there for a couple minutes before carefully moving her arm off of you to get up. you quietly made your way out of the room, finding her house empty. you started to make breakfast for the two of you.

you quickly became involved in what you were doing, making pancake batter and frying bacon all at once. fifteen minutes later and you were still cooking, humming along to music on the radio. you soon heard the bedroom door closed and looked up to see rue dragging her feet into the kitchen as she rubbed her eyes, sleep still evident in her face.

“morning,” you smiled as she approached you.

she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“morning babe,” she mumbled, her voice still deep and raspy from her sleep.

she pulled away and you met her eyes. you smiled at her fondly and she gave you a questioning look.

“what is it? why are you staring at me?” she asked, her morning voice making an appearance again as she snagged a piece of bacon.

“god your morning voice is so hot,” you said, you placing a kiss on her lips.

she smiled at you as you let go, but quickly leaned forward for another kiss. she snaked her hands around your waist, pulling you closer. you leaned into her, throwing your arms around her neck. she swiped her tongue over your lips, trying to deepen the kiss, but you remembered what you were doing all of a sudden.

“rue,” you said between the kiss, “you’re gonna make me burn the pancakes”

“fuck the pancakes.”

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[rues-daya]

ZENDAYA IS NOW A TWO TIME EMMY WINNER!! She’s also is the first black woman to win an Emmy for Best Actress in a Drama Series twice and she’s the youngest two-time Emmy winner in Emmys history!! words cannot even describe how proud I am of her! ✨♥️

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[sl-ut]

spending the day at rue’s house

- y/n usually gets the text pretty early in the morning, no more than two hours after her mom leaves for work in the morning. gia was starting to spend a lot of her weekends with her own friends, but rue would find any reason to spend time with her favourite person.

wanna come over?

im lonely

im lonely

i wanna cuddle

omw

- by the time she gets there, rue is impatiently waiting in the living room window, face lighting up as she recognizes y/n’s car.

“my lady,” rue pulled the drivers side door open before she had the chance, having rushed out the door at the speed of light.

“why thank you, good sir,” y/n joked, pressing a kiss to her cheek and she moved to the back seat, turning to glance back at rue, “you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me carry this shit in?”

- she sends y/n in to pick a movie on netflix while she pops the popcorn. she wasn’t really a big fan of popcorn, but y/n demanded that no movie was complete without it.

- now that she was really sober, rue was actively trying to make up for how blissfully ignorant she’d been to the people she loved over the past few years.

“thanks, rue-rue,” y/n pecked her lips as she sat next to her, setting the popcorn on the table in front of them as she shifted to comfortably lay on the couch, resting her head on the plushness of y/n’s thighs.

- halfway through the movie, y/n begins to lose interest, fingers carding through rue’s curls, careful not to cause tangles.

“feels nice,” rue murmured, eyes drooping sleepily as y/n scratched her scalp.

“yeah?” y/n mused, sorting strands into small, loose braids around her head before carefully untwisting the hair, “you gonna go to sleep?”

rue hummed in response.

“let’s go to bed, baby,” y/n tapped her back to get her to get up, “let’s cuddle.”

- the next two hours are spent in bed, both girls moving and curling around each other in various positions as quiet snores left each of their lips.

- when they woke up, though, it was chaos

- the two girls twirled each other around and around, joyous laughs leaving their mouths as they both began to lose their balance. music played loudly from the next room over, some old, cheesy pop song that neither of them really knew, but both of them were somehow singing along.

- neither of them noticed when rue’s mother returned from work, pausing in the doorway and holding back her happy tears as she watched her daughter seem so happy. only a year ago, rue had been trying to kill herself, and now she was dancing with her girlfriend in the kitchen.

- leslie finally made herself known, dropping her purse onto the counter with a clatter, but neither girl seemed overly alarmed as they turned their heads towards her.

“hi, y/n,” she’d greeted her, “are you gonna be staying for dinner?”

y/n glanced at the clock, frowning as she realised that she was gonna be late for her own family dinner.

“shit, sorry,” she pursed her lips, “i actually have to get home for dinner.”

- rue was upset that she was leaving, but she made sure to give her an extra long hug and an extra sweet kiss as she walked her out, waving her off as her car disappeared around the block.

- about an hour later, her phone lit up with a text.

same time tmr?

#reader insert #x reader #imagines #euphoria #hbo euphoria #euphoria imagine #rue x you #rue bennett x reader #rue bennett imagine #rue bennett

[nebulablakemurphy]

All For You (Pt. 8)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

Warning: this is a mature series that includes mentions of drug use/overdose, mental illness, explicit language and mentions of sex.

“Big push,” the doctor encourages from the bottom of Y/N’s hospital bed. Elliot kisses the top of the leg he’s holding. Jules and Rue both have a hand.

Y/N bears down, pushing with gritted teeth.

“You got it baby,” Rue whispers, against Y/N’s ear. “It’s all you.”

Finally.

“It’s a girl!” When the tiny baby is placed on Y/N’s chest no one moves. Their muscles tense, frozen in place. The infant begins to wail, sending Jules into motion.

“You ok?” Jules asks Y/N, gently releasing her hand.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathes.

“I’m gonna take her.” Jules whispers, reaching for the newborn.

Y/N nods.

Elliot hesitates, the thought of letting Y/N go, especially now, feels odd to him. Like she just had his baby. Surely he should hold onto her for a minute, make sure she’s ok.

“Go ahead, dad.” Y/N gives him a tired smile, as she nuzzles against Rue.

He lowers Y/N’s limb onto the bed. Swiping a hand over his eyes, which are suddenly wet from looking at the baby in Jules’ arms. She’s perfect. From the moment Jules touched her she hasn’t made a sound. Wide eyes staring out at the world, at her mother, at him.

Elliot wraps his arms around Jules.

“She’s perfect.” The blonde murmurs.

“Just like you.”

Time passes differently after. After labor and birth and her. Lux.

Lux loves to be held, by Y/N, Rue and Elliot. Especially Jules.

They spend the rest of the day together, the four of them and the newest member of their family.

Eventually Rue and Elliot make their exit, to tend Sawyer and Cameron at home. Being apart never gets easier, they just got used to it; knowing they would be together again.

Jules climbs into the hospital bed that night, at Y/N’s request, facing each other at the edges of the twin size mattress.

Suddenly the bed is moving, pushing them both upwards.

“Jules,” Y/N whispers, as not to wake the baby.

“I didn’t touch anything.”

“Jules, your ass is pressing the button.” Y/N can barely get the words out, she’s laughing too hard.

Jules moves in closer, away from the railing with the control panel, slowing maneuvering the bed back down with her finger. “Sorry.”

“It’s all good.” Y/N nuzzles against the pillow. She can’t wait to go home, back to her own bed. Back to Sawyer and Cameron, back to Rue.

“Are you happy?”

Y/N smiles softly, brushing a stand of blonde hair over Jules shoulder. “Yeah. Are you?”

Jules blinks quickly, her chin trembling.

“Don’t cry.” Did she change her mind?

“I’m just so happy.” Jules assures her. Resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “It still doesn’t feel real, you know? Like I actually get to keep her.”

“She’s yours.”

“I’ll never be able to tell you how thankful I am for everything you’ve done.”

“Jules, you don’t need to thank me.”

“I hope she always looks like you. Then I can have a piece of you with me forever.” Jules tears up a bit at this.

Y/N bats at the traitorous tears escaping from her own eyes. “I’m literally across the street. I’m not going anywhere, we just refinanced.”

“I love you so much,” Jules tells her.

“I love you too.”

“Do you think I’ll be good at this?” Being a mom.

“I think you’re gonna be amazing.”

“I hope so.”

“And if you need me, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll always need you.”

“Fuck,” Y/N sniffles. “Enough. I can’t do this with my hormones right now.”

Jules let’s out a quiet laugh. “Sorry.”

———————————————————————

They leave the hospital together. Elliot carrying Lux out in her carseat. Y/N in the wheelchair she doesn’t actually need, but Rue insists she ride to the parking lot. Love is funny that way.

The first night is long. Lux isn’t used to the bassinet, it’s bigger than her cot at the hospital. Jules and Elliot take turns. Y/N and Rue give them their space.

But Y/N wakes to the sound each time anyway. This time, to her surprise, she finds not Jules or Elliot quietly rocking the newborn, but “Rue?”

“She looks just like you.” Rue murmurs. “That’s what Elliot gets for Cameron.”

Y/N huffs a laugh.

“It’s gonna be interesting. A little piece of you just running around out there.”

“It’s all good things, Rue.”

“I know…I love you.”

“I know,” Y/N assures her, “I love you more.”

———————————————————————

Sleepless nights bleed into early mornings. The hustle of their new life joining their old life is difficult at first, but becomes normal.

It’s not until Lux is three months old that Elliot and Jules begin sleeping at their house again. Leaving only the bassinet behind as a reminder of what had been.

It feels wrong the day Elliot comes to collect it. Like finally closing the worn binding of a book held open to a page for too long.

“Are you ok, baby?” He asks, as Y/N holds open the front door for him.

“I’m ok,” Y/N nods, holding the wooden frame harsher than strictly necessary.

“Do you want me to stay with you until Rue gets home?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “go be with your family, Elliot.”

Elliot sets the bassinet down on the front porch, coming to close the distance between them. “You’re my family too.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I love you and I would be here every second if you let me. I understand that we have boundaries, but Jules and I didn’t set them. We respect them, and we’ll continue to do that. But if you need us here, if you need Lux here-”

“I don’t need Lux here.” Y/N whispers. “I love her, but she’s not mine. And I knew that one day I would have to let her go.”

Elliot takes another step forward, “I’m right across the street if you need me.”

“I know, Elliot.” Y/N forces a smile.

He takes a deep breath in, running a hand over his face. Elliot knows Y/N, what she’s about to do. Allow the pent up emotions to hit her like a tidal wave, all alone while the kids are at school and Rue is at work. She won’t cry for help, even if she gets in too deep. She’ll pick up the pieces before anyone even knows.

“Text me later?”

Y/N leans forward, pecking a kiss to his cheek. “Every night and day for the rest of your life.”

“I’ll take it.” He chuckles.

——————————————————————-

“So I guess this is it.” Jules shrugs, standing at the doorway of Elliot’s tiny apartment, that has begun to feel like home.

“But we’ll be back to visit at least once a week and Jules is coming home on semester break.”

“And Christmas.” Rue adds.

“And Christmas,” Jules confirms.

Elliot nods, “I told you guys, I’m good.” And he’s gonna stay that way.

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[rancidpancakebatter]

I am thinking…

I am thinking very hard…

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[genuinerio]

CHAPTER I. SAME OLD LOVE, SAME OLD BULLSHIT EXCUSE.

PAIRINGS: Rue Bennett x OC! (romantic), Fezco x OC! (platonic, siblings), Maddy Perez x OC! (platonic, best friends), Cassie Howard x OC! (platonic, best friends), Kat Hernandez x OC! (platonic, best friends)

WORDS: 2,124.

NOTES: I apologize for taking forever to write this fully, I just was thinking of how I would write this but I hope you all enjoy and happy New Year’s Eve! I had decided to change my OC’s name to Jackie and she’s now, Maddy’s sister so I hope that’s alright with everyone. Also, the text in italics is Jackie’s thoughts.

TAGLIST: @shycollectionwolfstuff

AS JACKIE STAYED LAYING IN THE EMPTY BEDROOM THAT BELONGED to her girlfriend, Rue Bennett, hoping that she wasn’t hurt while abusing drugs or worse, dead of a drug overdose. Getting up from the bed, Jackie began to pace back and forth, in constant worry. Eventually, the brown eyed brunette began to pray, she didn’t believe in god but she wanted to have hope that Rue would eventually be alive.

This is it, Jackie. You cannot do this to yourself!

The girl knew that she had to end it then and there, she was not going to keep believing that she could help Rue and that she’ll get her the help her girlfriend needs, that their relationship would be okay again. Throughout every unsuccessful fight, every ultimatum, Jackie knew that it would never work and as her best successful way to avoid fights, Jackie began to distance herself with hanging out with her best friends and sister that were Cassie, Maddy and Kat than preferring to hangout with Rue.

And unfortunately, Rue did at times notice the distance, she could tell that Jackie was pulling apart from her and she feared of losing her, losing Jackie would be Rue’s definite downfall considering how much she loved her and the strong influence she was on her.

The caring brunette was tired of this, the consistent lying, the fighting, screaming matches and having to beg for her to get better which only caused a distance of the two since Jackie wanted to no longer have to watch her girlfriend do that to herself in such a self destructive manner which led to an ultimatum that if she didn’t get her shit together, they were ultimately over.

Everyone including Rue, herself knew how much of a strong influence that Jackie was to her. Despite Jackie’s nature of being a party girl and enjoying to smoke weed at times, she never did that in front of Rue knowing that it would cause her to abuse more drugs but she never did hard drugs.

In spite of the fact that Jackie refused to see Rue for a couple weeks or days especially with her drug addiction being the only barrier standing between them and which caused her to distance herself further. It was the fact of the effects that drugs can really do to change a person, especially in personality.

Rue began to lie and become more secretive, lying to her about her whereabouts, believing her drug abuse wasn’t as big of a problem than it truly was and had no issues with not coming home until the next morning which caused Jackie to be worried sick, despite her not being religious but more spiritual, she would pray that Rue wasn’t found dead somewhere.

Jackie starting to begin to notice the time on her iPhone which was now midnight, she hated the fact that she was finally over this; with thinking and having the decision that this was it, it’s time to end their relationship. For quite awhile now, the girl refused to admit it but truthfully, could feel that their relationship was as if it was hanging on by a thread, she thought that it would be the decision and with good intentions that her deciding to finally put her foot down, a breakup was the best thing to do. Maybe in this way, Rue could finally get herself the help she needed.

With taking into consideration that the relationship was beginning to truly get toxic, the constant fighting and screaming got Jackie to pull away and become distant, avoiding Rue oftentimes to not have a argument and the fact that she felt their relationship was no longer having the love for one another like it once had but instead the two often butting heads and at odds, consistently over Rue’s substance use.

Not realising that she was playing with fingers, a habit that she held since she was a child when in times of nervousness, she hadn’t noticed that the door was finally open.

It’s finally the time, the thought of breaking up with Rue had been floating in her mind for weeks, she didn’t want to have to think of life without Rue in her life. She loved Rue, she’s so in love with her but Jackie was so over the fighting, false hopes and promises.

With tears falling down from her eyes, Jackie confronted her. “Rue, we need to talk.”

“Oh hey, gorgeous.” Rue wrapped her arms around Jackie’s waist in a loving embrace while initiating a lazy kiss, it was clear to her that she was slightly intoxicated.

The two sharing a passionate kiss which Jackie cut off a minute later had caused suspicions to Rue, “Rue, I’m serious. We have to talk.”

“Okay, then, what do we need to talk about?” A huff left Jackie’s lips as she was puzzled on where exactly to start with the conversation, the silence echoing throughout the room was very loud. “I. I don’t know where to start.”

“Just say it, babe.” Rue encouraged as she cuddled her but Jackie moved away sitting on the bed to which Rue followed, “I don’t think it’s working anymore.”

“What? What’s not working?” Rue’s voice broke at the thought of it being their relationship, “Us. Our relationship, it isn’t working.”

“What are you talking about? We’re fine.”

“We had a really explosive fight just last night. It was really bad, Rue and we can’t go on like that anymore.”

Taking Rue’s hands in her own, she confessed, “I think it’s best for us that we end this.”

Tears began to fall down Rue’s cheeks as she pleaded, “Please, don’t do this. Don’t leave me. I need you!”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll change, I promise. I’ll get help, I’ll go to more rehab sessions.”

“Rue, don’t say things that aren’t going to be true. You say this and then, you don’t mean it.” Jackie commented as she added, “Then, we’re back where we once started with constant fighting. And I don’t want that for us.”

“This time. I mean it though, I’ll get help.” Rue began but Jackie cut her off before she could go on, “I don’t want you to change for me, Rue. I want you to change for yourself.”

“At least think about it for your mom, for Gia.” Jackie got up with continuing, “Gia adores you, profoundly and she shouldn’t have to see you in such a tragic way.”

“And ultimately, think about it for your future. You deserve the chance of living and growing old just like everyone else and it would be awful for you to suffer such an unfortunate fate because of this drug use.” The girl stuttered as she watched Rue continue to fall apart.

A knock on the door had interrupted their conversation as Gia wanted to let Rue know that they arrived back, “Oh hey Jackie.”

“Hi Gia.” Gia felt that she could sense the intensity regarding tension in the room since it was very heavy, “Sorry, was I interrupting anything?”

“Oh no. Actually, I was just leaving.” Grabbing her purse and iPhone, Jackie wiped the tears out from her eyes while providing a quick glance to Rue who was staring back, “Goodbye Rue.”

With saying her goodbyes, Jackie rushed out of the Bennett household in hopes of hiding her teary eyed face, the girl was someone that didn’t like to show emotions much and rather preferred bottling them up but she couldn’t hide it this time. She shared such strong and intense feelings for Rue and that was very hard.

Jackie couldn’t help the fact that she had bawled her eyes out for over ten minutes while sitting alone in her car at an unknown parking spot. She hadn’t noticed that her phone was ringing off like crazy.

Her sister, Maddy was concerned with worry if she was okay but despite numerous messages and failed unanswered calls, as much as she appreciated her sister and friends’s concern, she rather preferred to be alone for a bit.

The girl began to get lost in her head, overwhelmed with overthinking thoughts regarding if breaking up with Rue was the best decision or not. It was true that she was tired of the fighting and she knew that Rue’s false promises wouldn’t change anything nor lead them anywhere else but she still felt awful about the whole ordeal.

For weeks prior, Jackie had contemplated the idea and had been interested in opinions regarding it with ultimately, seeking for Cassie and Lexi’s mother, Suze’s as well as Maddy and her therapist’s advice.

And like her therapist told her, she could love Rue all she wanted but that doesn’t always mean that Rue would get herself the help she needed so it would be the best choice to see how things play out first.

Stay strong, Jackie. This would be good for you both; hopefully, Rue will realize that she needs to get clean and she will.

After an hour of driving around East Highland engrossed into her mind, she finally arrived at her home with noticing her father sitting on the couch enjoying his beer, her mother and Maddy talking as they noticed her tears.

They could tell that whatever happened, it was clearly deeply painful. “What’s wrong, Jackie? What happened? Did you and Rue get into a fight?”

In noticing this, their mother and Maddy asked a various amount of questions and possibilities considering they deeply cared for her but Jackie didn’t want this whole interrogation, “It’s nothing.”

Turning away, she walked towards her bedroom, “I just want to be alone right now. That’s all.” As much as both were curious what exactly happened especially Maddy because they told each other everything but she understood that whatever happened clearly hurt Jackie and that when the time was right, Jackie would confide in her but not to push it.

Jackie spent hours laying down in her bed alone heartbroken over the breakup, she feared for Rue considering that at times of their many breakups, she’d abuse more drugs to cope.

Eventually, the girl got up and sat next to her desk, pulling out fashion sketches that she had created and drawn out, a hobby she began during the summer. A soft knock was heard considering that her desk was next to her bedroom door, she knew it was Maddy.

“Hey.” The two exchanged hellos, as Maddy sat close by, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.” Jackie spoke, Maddy was surprised at her words, “What do you mean?”

“We broke up.” The words caused Maddy to give her sister comfort, “I’m really sorry, Jackie.”

“Well, yeah. I just feel like such a heartless bitch now.” Maddy was heartbroken at the way that Jackie referred to herself, “I mean.” Huffing as she explained in further detail, “What if she overdoses and it’s fatal? I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that.”

“Because, I know that I caused that. And it’s a definite possibility, it could happen.”

“Don’t say that, Jackie. It would not be your fault nor anyone believe it is either.” The two embraced in a very sisterly comforting hug.

“Hey, you know what? Why don’t you come with us to the party tonight. It’ll be fun and take your mind off of things?” Maddy mentioned, Jackie was known for being a party girl but understandably, she wasn’t up for it tonight, “No thanks, I think I just want to be alone.”

Maddy left as she respected Jackie’s wish of wanting to be alone. Within hours however, word has spread across East Highland at the news that Jackie and Rue had broken up, peers were curious if this was finally it or just a break like normal times. In fact, her friends, Cassie, Kat and Lexi were leaving calls and messages asking if she was okay and that they were there for her at times of need.

Glancing through her window, the sun went down as it became dark in the night sky. The girl had been working on fashion designs for hours by this moment and as she was about to clean up, Jackie received a call. Her eyes widened when noticing the caller ID, Rue.

As much as she wanted to pick up the phone and answer the call as well as make up with her, she knew deep down that it wasn’t the right decision. However, she also knew that Rue was most likely in a deep crisis since even at times where they were fighting or “on the outs” of their relationship, Rue would call her to confide in when in need of comfort. But this time, Jackie put her ringer on and ignored the calls despite how badly it pained her.

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[writing-the-stars]

The Constellations

Below is the list of all the constellations (fandoms) this galaxy houses. Please enjoy your journey!

Travel Requests: Open

- Euphoria Constellation: One-shots, blurbs, and everything in-betweens of Rue, Maddy, and Fez.

- The Originals/The Vampire Diaries Constellation: One-shots, blurbs, and everything in-betweens of the Mikaelson Family and the Salvatores.

- Wednesday Constellation: One-shots, blurbs, and everything in-betweens of Wednesday, Xavier, Bianca, and Tyler.

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[audrey-emeralds]

Prompt 82 with rue?

82. You closed the door in front of my face.

It's been weeks since you last saw Rue. The last time you did, it wasn't very pleasant. You were arguing a lot. Almost breaking into a fight.

You couldn't believe what happened to her. What has gotten into her? It was like a whole new person. Instead of her chill self, it was a roaring monster. You even said that, and she only became worst.

But it been some time and you hopped to get things back to normal with her. Knocking on her door, knowing her mother and sister weren't home and you could speak to her one on one.

" Oh. It's you. " Rue said, before closing the door. You rolled your eyes at her dramatic action.

" Really? Just because I did it? " Her humming was heard from the other side.

" You closed the door in front of my face. "

" No, actually you slammed them. "

" Because you were acting like an animal. You had no control over yourself. " You confirmed, reasoning with her.

" Still, it didn't feel nice. "

" Open the door so we can talk. " She was quiet for a while until you knocked to get her attention.

" Alright, but no fighting or arguing, you listen and I listen. Ok? "

" Believe me I don't want any of that either. " She let you in the house so you could discuss your issues.

Tags: @tchalamet13 | @wandamaximoffandlokilaufeyson ||| Prompt List

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[infernalodie]

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘴', 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯“

Inspo: Tyler, The Creator - SORRY NOT SORRY

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Bennett!Male!reader

Summary: You were sorry, but they made you this way...

Warnings: angst

Words: 2068

Rue couldn’t remember a moment that she saw you happy. It was a myth. Something told in books or journals. And in part, she considered everyone’s fault, including hers. But she never liked admitting it. She never liked staring at you, her older brother, and seeing where she destroyed you. She can pinpoint each flash of attitude being partly her fuck up.

But she wouldn’t take all the blame. Leslie fucked up with raising you. Gia fucked up by nagging you and placing her resentment onto you. And Rue? Well, she fucked you up with the drugs.

That led to now, you sitting opposite her at the dinner table and blocking out whatever conversation was happening between Lesilie and Gia. Something about school and a project Gia was doing with one of her friends. And you kept your eyes focused on your food, ignoring the faint glances from either woman toward you.

You didn’t want to be here. Rue knew this very early before you walked through the door. She also knew that living in the city hadn’t made you homesick judging by the fragrance that clung to your skin and clothes. Or the golden Rolex cuffed around your wrist. You didn’t need to keep this connection with any of them, but you were here. That’s what Rue was stuck on.

“How’s work been, Y/n?” Leslie finally turned her attention to you, a smile on her lips that was genuine.

You glanced up at her for a moment before taking a bite from your steak. “Fine.”

Then there was that familiar silence that fell over the dining room. No one said a word as the unpleasantry took its place. And it took a few moments for Leslie to recover, forcing that smile back on and humming. “Anything interesting going on? How have you and Elliot been-”

By the time she brought up Elliot, your fork rattled against the plate. Enabling the silence to reappear with a far tenser aura radiating from it. You had to squeeze your hand, fisting the tablecloth. “Why are you making small talk? There has to be a reason why you asked me to come back out here?” You speculated, turning your gaze to your mother.

She was perplexed by the straightforward and snappy questions. Looking to Alie, who was sitting at the other end of the table to your left. Neither of you had shared a word or spared a look. And you preferred it that way since you weren’t planning on staying much longer after this dinner.

But Leslie cleared her throat, carefully placing her fork down and clasping her hands in her lap. “I need your help-” Before she could even finish, you scoffed and tossed your cloth into the center of the table.

Rue watched the fabric soak up the gravy, unable to see the similarities it shared with the growing tension in the room. How it was absorbing and growing damper in the mood that she had hoped would be uplifting. A possible event she could chalk up to being a celebration of her recovery. But with the way your eyes were burning into Leslie’s, that hope had been thrown out of the window.

“This is what it was all about, huh? You need my fucking help with bills?” You barked. “You got a man at the table.” You motioned to Ali. “Why the fuck do you need me?”

“Uh, we aren’t even-”

“No one’s talking to, asshat!” The insult made Leslie slam her on the table, trying to control her breathing.

“Use some damn manners when there are guests,”  Leslie exclaimed, making you sigh. “And if you’d like to know, Ali has been helping your sister with her recovery. Way more than you ever have.”

An unapologetic laugh fell from your lips. “Oh? So that’s my fault?” You questioned. “Is Dad’s death my fault now? Hmm?”

That was the final straw for Leslie, who sat up so fast her chair toppled over. Pointing her finger at you and exclaiming, “That’s enough out of you! All you’ve been is arrogant and ungrateful for what I’ve given you!”

“You want to try and guilt trip me and shit? Bitch, I fucking made what I have by myself,” you countered. “I worked for racist assholes at the mill so we could have food on the table. You gave birth to 2 dysfunctional kids that were going to kill themselves!”

“Y/n, that’s enough-!”

“I had to leave before Rue’s drug use had me reaching for the gun!” You continued. You placed weights on my back when dad died and now it’s my fault that I don’t come around? You are a grown-ass woman. Fucking act like it!”

Gia was quietly crying as Rue tried to comfort her little sister. Staring up at the two prolific adults in her life. Two that wouldn’t let her or Gia catch a break. Two people who acted like children and couldn’t put their bullshit aside to enjoy a simple dinner.

And Rue loved you. She appreciated the moments when she got to spend time with you. Going to the movies together, going to Dad’s grave, you being there for her when she was itching for a pill. But this constant bickering that was going on between you and Mom was getting excessive.

You scoffed, standing up and saying, “Man, fuck this shit.” About to walk out of the dining room, you stopped short and turned around. “Oh, and I’m sorry that 4 minutes with me had been such a chore for you to not rely on your kids to pull the weight millions of others have to deal with on their own!” You laughed, raising your arms from your side. “You ain’t shit without me! Without Dad! You are a worthless, spineless, piece of shit!”

That was Ali’s moment to stand up and speak. “You shouldn’t speak to your mother like that, young blood.”

All you could do is look at him with a raised brow. “And who the fuck are you? You’re my sister’s sponsor, right? Does being a sponsor also mean coming into the house and fucking my mom?” Rue sighed, about to speak, but you raised your hand. “Nah, fuck that! Are you gonna tell me that you know what I am going through? That you know trauma?” You laughed, shoving the man back. “You and none of us are special. Everybody got problems and mine come from the bitch that brought me into this world!”

Tears from the past rising to the surface were brought back as you placed your hands on your chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t pretentious. I’m sorry I wasn’t going to go out of my way to make you proud of me.” You breathed in deeply, shaking your head. “But seeking validation from someone who invalidates you is stupid as fuck. And you call me arrogant because you haven’t experienced a moment of feeling great. Guess what? Since I’ve taken you out of my life, shit has never been fucking better!”

And like that, you were walking out of the house that was in disarray and pent-up emotions that none of them thought they had. Rue was quick to stand to her feet, ignore her mother’s calls and chased after you.

“Caring about you is so fucking complicated.” The statement made you stop. Frowning and turning your head to stare at your sister, who had tears brimming in her eyes.

“What-”

“One minute I want to love you and the next I want to strangle you to the death,” Rue spat. “You’re making things more difficult than they need to be.”

“Rue-”

“No!” She exclaimed. “I talk and you listen, all right?” After a moment, you inhaled profoundly and nodded with a exhale.

“Ever since you left, shit has been hard on Gia. I hate to admit it, but it also has for me.” She ran a hand through her curly strands and shook her head. “But I’ve found this station where I can finally be happy without any pills. I finally recovered. And some part of me thought that you would be willing to put all the bullshit aside and just be there for me.”

Sighing, she waved her hand. “Come around, don’t. I don’t care anymore, okay? But, please for the love of God, just be civil and figure your shit out with Mom,” she said. “You two are destroying the family more by fighting with Mom all the time.”

“You can’t act as if none of this shit matters,” you defended. “She is asking me to pull a weight for her that I cut when I left. And pulling in Ali, who I respect, truly, but what the fuck? She wants me to sit there and act like he isn’t sitting in Dad’s seat?”

“You don’t think I know that? You think I don’t understand what you’re feeling?” She questioned harshly. The tears she’d managed to keep below were rising and spilling over her crystalized vision. Rubbing them harshly in an attempt to suppress or hide the fact that all of this was falling apart in front of her.

Rue never wanted to cry. Not when it came to you. Leaving as you did. Seemingly moving on with your life and putting her, Gia, and your mom in the rearview as you pursued a career that could keep you living a life you never got. And she would never hold that against you. You went for your goals and you got them but left everyone else behind. Of course, you brought Elliot along for the ride because you two were high school sweethearts. But she held resentment toward her old friend and you for having a better life without her.

Exhaling shakily, Rue shook her head. “I wake up and put his sweater on every day. And that’s all it takes for me to be reminded of what we all lost,” she said. “But I dug myself out of the hole I put myself in. And here I was thinking that maybe we all could be a family. To be what we were before Dad died.” Licking her lips, she sniffled. “But I can see I was wrong.”

All you could do is stare at your sister, who had given up on showing the pain she felt. The genuine grief that had struck her all those years ago and how they still had some sort of leeching effect on her. But she also showed you that she made something of herself and that even if it may not correlate with her redemption quest of recovery, you could take her for inspiration. Make right by Gia and try and rekindle a relationship with your mother.

But she wasn’t giving you enough time to form a statement or apology for her. Turning around and slowly made her way to the door where hushed whispers could be heard from Ali and Leslie. Preparing herself for the belligerent comments from her mother about you.

“Rue!” The girl licked her lips, turning around and finding you smiling softly at her. “I’m happy you’re back to your old self, kiddo. No one can make me feel like a piece of shit like you can.”

And finally, after so long, she smiled. Laughing and walking over, being engulfed by your arms that took her into your warm embrace. Inhaling the mahogany wooden collagen you always wore since you two were kids. Originating from your guys’ dad’s personal preferences, and now it had carried down to you, who matched the scent.

Pulling away, she met your gaze and your hands held her face. “I’ll do what I can for you and Gia. Even if it ends with me keeping in touch with you two, I’ll help pay for things, be there for important moments, and drive down when I can,” you explained. “But you need to understand Rue, that there might be a chance that Mom and I don’t repair things.” You watched her sigh in slight disappointment. So, you tilted your head, meeting her gaze once more. “Can you live with that? Because I’m sorry that I hurt you and Gia, but I’m not sorry for what I said about her.”

And Rue took a second. Lips pursing in the compilation of a decision she was responsible for making. But when she did, she smiled, nodding. “I can do that.”

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In Holy Matrimony || Rue Bennett Imagine

WARNINGS: language, Black reader but anyone can read, reader's last name is Wesley, spicy gif

"This thing is so uncomfortable," I said shifting my body.

"Rue, it's a suit. It's not supposed to be comfortable. It's supposed to look great. Which it does." Lexi put on my jacket and took a step back to admire her work. With a satisfied smile and a nod, she gave me confirmation that I'm ready for the biggest day of my life.

You see after high school I moved in with Jules after another stint in rehab. Only thing is she was more like my warden instead of my girlfriend, so I packed what shit I had and left in the middle of the night. I know, cowardly. But like introductions, confrontation is very debilitating for me. Especially when sober.

Rehab is where I met Y/N. Well, the bus stop down the block. We talked so much she missed her stop. I knew she would be in my life for a long time after our first sleepover,

"So are you ready to tell me where you were really coming from last week?" She asked me as she brushed my hair.

"I told you. I was at work. You know, at The Raddison," I said nervously taking another chip from the bowl.

"I do know The Raddison because that's where I work and I've never seen you. Trust me, I would know you."

Fuck.

"Fine. I was taking a piss in the alley behind The Raddison." She stopped brushing my hair and looked at me in the mirror,

"Rue. You don't have to tell me where you were, but please don't lie to me. Please."

Why is she so cute when she's setting her boundaries?

"I uh, *clears throat*, I was actually leaving the rehab center on 10th."

"Visiting someone you know?"

"Um, no. Not exactly." She just nodded before starting to finger wave my wet curls.

"You're not going to say anything?"

Y/N placed her hands on my shoulders, "It's not my place to judge you, Rue. We all have a past and present and this just so happens to be yours. You're getting yourself help and that's admirable and what matters."

I gave her a half cocked smile and rested my head on her hand. She placed a kiss on the top of my head and went back to what she was doing.

The next few months we’re pure bliss. I mean yeah we argued like every couple, but it usually ended in a mind blowing fuck session. We couldn’t stay mad at each other. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t secretly relapse, but after hearing how proud she was of me and how she was excited for our future, I couldn’t betray her like that. Who am I? More importantly, who is she?

Now I know what you're thinking, "Jules said the same thing. She was there for you." Thing is, Jules like to be the savior and when she couldn't things got bad. Y/N is a healer. She'll watch you save yourself and be there as a safety rail.

“Rue, baby? It’s time.” I looked at my mother and kissed her on the cheek,

“Thank you for being here.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. C’mon. You have a wedding to attend.”

I walked out of the bridal room and got photos snapped before walking to the alter. I passed all my friends and what family I had, all wiping tears or rapidly snapping more pictures. The music started playing and I knew I would see my queen in all her glory in less than two minutes.

The audience on the left could see Y/N before I could and they were all gasping and awing. She stopped when he hit the platform, her back turned to me. I watched as the sun illuminated her beautiful brown skin and created a halo around her white dress. She made her way down the rest of the stairs and to the alter with me.

"Hi."

"Hi," I said back with the goofiest smile.

"Are you nervous, Rue Bennett?"

"I feel like this white suit could turn brown at any moment." She let out that beautiful laugh that hooked me to her. We both turned our attention to Gia who was officiating the ceremony.

"The two would like to exchange their own vows."

"Rue, I love you with my whole heart and with a passion that can't be expressed in words, only in kisses, glances, and years of adventure by your side. I promise to be your honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of my days. I pledge to honor you, love you, and cherish you as my wife today and every day. Today I say, "I do" but to me that means, "I will." I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. I dedicate myself to your happiness, success, and smile. I will love you forever. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold, and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own. Give me your hand, and I will give you forever. You are loved more than any metaphor can ever try to express—my love, my wife. I vow to always protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection. I promise to be yours."

I sniffle, take a deep breath and say, " Y/N, you have taught me that two people joined together with respect, trust, and open communication can be far stronger and happier than each could ever be alone. You are the strength I didn't know I needed and the joy that I didn't know I lacked. Today, I choose to spend the rest of my life with you. You have made me the happiest woman in the world today by agreeing to share your life with me. I promise to cherish and respect you. I promise to care for you and protect you. I promise to comfort you and encourage you. I promise to be with you for all of eternity. I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to nurture your dreams and help you reach them. I promise to better myself for us and for our future family. I vow to be the woman you deserve."

"Holy shit, Rue," she says trying not to smear her eye makeup. Gia wipes her tears and reaches for the rings. We both say "I do" and are pronounced as Wife and Wife.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my great honor and privilege to introduce you to Mrs. and Mrs. Y/N and Ruby Wesley-Bennett!" The crowd stands up as we walk hand in hand past them.

It's a few hours later and the Mrs. and I just got home. I don't even make it to our bedroom before plopping on the couch and peeling my heels from my soles. Y/N disappears behind me and runs upstairs. I'm slumped on the couch when I hear the bedroom door open, but don't pay attention to it. I hear her heels clicking through the house when I call out, "I thought you were changing, baby."

"Oh I did. Hi, Mrs. Wesley-Bennett."

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better than a dream; rue bennett

𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝 𝟷 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟺𝙺

Summary: After a sex dream, Rue feels you up for the first time. This isn't the first time, she'd done it plenty of times before...in her fantasies.

“Oh my god, is this really happening?” Rue asked watching you pull your shirt off in front of her as she sat on your bed. Her eyes were wide, mouth open as she watched your chest rise and fall. Your breasts were hardly hidden by the bra you were wearing. She hated bras and never wore one. But yours...yours was cute and lacy and she was dying to touch it.

She'd confessed to you that she'd had a dream. A sex dream. And it had involved you. She'd been too shy to tell you, but you pried it out of her after noticing how weird she'd been acting. She had scooted away from you when you sat next to her and practically tripped over her shoes as she took them off after entering your room - only because you were coming close to her.

"I want you to see if it's as good as your dream," you snickered smiling faintly as you went around to unclip the bra. Rue stopped you by putting a hand on your arm.

"What?" you asked removing your hands and letting them fall to the side.

"Can I touch you?" Rue's voice was small as she looked up at you. Her eyes pooled with lust as she gulped. She heard herself speak and it felt odd to ask you what she'd been wanting to for who knows how long.

To say she had a dream would only hit the tip of the iceberg. Rue was down bad and recently she hadn't been doing a good job at hiding it. She couldn't deny the way it made her feel when you wore a skirt and you scooted too close to her letting her fingers graze the surface.

Or when you worse an off-shoulder shirt and you leaned forward and she could almost make out the outline of the curve of your chest. She fantasized about sliding the shirt down your arms until you were naked in front of her and she could finally feel your supple breasts.

"You can touch," you cooed placing your hands on her shoulders as her fingers delicately danced up your back and around your torso until her thumbs were making contact with the lacy fabric. She let her palms slide over your breasts so they were cupping you gently before sliding up to your neck, fingers softly wrapping around your skin.

She felt you swallow under her palms as you shifted your weight feeling the pulsing between your legs.

Her fingers fell down your neck hooking under the straps of your bra tugging down until they were hanging around your arms, the cups of the bra still pressed to your chest. It wasn't until her index fingers pushed down the brim of the fabric that your breasts were set free; your nipples instantly hardened from the breeze rushing through your window and the anticipation of what was to come.

"Wow," Rue whispered, eyes set on your breasts. She closed her mouth after noticing it'd been open and she carefully glided her thumbs along the side of your boobs. You had goosebumps from her touch and she could feel them on the bed of her fingers until they were met with your hard nipples. She rotated her thumbs only testing the waters.

Looking up to notice the effect of her touch. Which was plentiful. Your fingers dug into her shoulders, lip tucked between your teeth, eyes shut, head tossed back only slightly.

She stopped rotating her thumbs and you looked down at her when she cupped your boobs. She moved her hands slowly bringing your breasts with her movements. She was concentrating, you couldn't keep your eyes off her until she looked at you and you felt the heat between your legs again.

Eyes still on her and vice versa she opened her mouth wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you close. One boob was still in her hand, but now grabbing it in a way where she held it in place but your nipple was free for her mouth to access.

Her tongue made contact with the bud first and you winced feeling the cold sensation. Her tongue moved in small circles before her mouth closed around your nipple sucking gently. Unable to hold a moan, you tossed your head back not wanting her to see how much this was affecting you.

"Can you look at me?" she mumbled against your nipple and your head snapped back to look down at her. Her hand was clutching to your bra now down below your breasts, nipple in her mouth, nose pressing on your boob as she sucked before rotating her tongue again.

Moving your hands from her shoulders and up to her hair, you pressed her closer and she groaned before moving to your other nipple and repeating the steps she'd just performed. She fumbled with the hook of your bra trying to get it off. You kept desperately removing the fabric, you just wanted her on your skin.

When it was discarded on the floor, her hands fell down to the top of your ass, fingers teasingly digging into the fabric of your bottoms until she moved down to rest her hands behind your thighs. Somehow that felt more intimate and you backed up a little, her mouth open as you breathed hard.

"What's wrong?" she asked looking up at you as you slumped over a little as if to hide your body from her. "What that weird? We can stop and never mention it," she said as she started getting up.

She shouldn't have said anything about that dream; she should've kept her mouth shut. Literally. Now she had probably ruined the best thing that happened to her. Your friendship.

"No," you said pushing her down so her hair was sprawled across your bed. Her eyes widened as you climbed on top of her holding her arms in place. But she wasn't going anywhere.

"There's no going back after this," you said and Rue nodded in agreement. She didn't care. She didn't want to go back. Bringing your face down you kissed her softly and Rue moaned. Your lips felt better than your nipple in her mouth. Your tongue ran across her bottom lip and Rue openly invited it in. Your tongues mingled until you let go of her hands which quickly attached to your hips.

Her fingers burned a trail up your back as she started memorizing every curve and contour of your body. But it didn't last because when you were off guard, she pushed you gently so you were the one trapped under her now.

"Let me show you what I did in the dream," she said cheekily as you watched her eyes glisten. You smirked lifting your body so she could take off your pants.

Rue had never actually done this before. In her dreams and daydreams, she'd had plenty of practice. All with you. But now she had your thighs hooked on her arms and your hands in her hair as she inched closer to your pussy.

She was dying to know what it was like.

Tentatively, she ran her thumb up your pussy and you inhaled deeply; melting at her touch. Noticing the way you bucked your hips, she ran her thumb down between your folds again and this time a loud moan dripped from your mouth giving Rue all the reassurance she needed.

She repeated the motion of her thumb with her tongue and the cool feeling made you throb harder. Yearning for more. You were on fire as you moved your hips to match the rhythm of her tongue on your clit.

She sucked gently before focusing on your entrance, her tongue dipping in before her middle finger replaced it. You cursed her name clutching to the sheets as her tongue resumed its spot on your clit, finger moving slowly in and out.

"Rue, more-" you hummed looking down at her as she looked at you without moving her tongue from your clit. Fulfilling your request, she inserted her ring finger watching the way you sighed contently, lips curling into a smile before parting as she moved them. Moan after moan fell from your lips, ringing in her ears as she got lost in your pussy.

This was better than her all her dreams. Better than any fantasy.

𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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Twin Flame

Summary: A twin flame is when two souls are split in two, or two people are mirror images of each other.  Some this is romantic, this is love and all the joys that come with it.  Those some do not have a twin sister who share the same destructive tendencies. 

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Moth to a Flame | Moth to a Flame II

Summary: Science says when we’re young we are taught to not touch the hot stove. They don’t account for gaslighting, manipulation, and psychotic toxic teenage boys. Still like a moth we all fly to that flame whether or not we know its good for us. 

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