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plussizewritersworld · 2 years

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Y/N gently stroked the cow’s snout, completely lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even realize someone was trying to speak to her, that was until she felt a rough grip on her shoulder.

“Jesus, can you ever pay attention?” It was Gally. Working in the barn was her only escape from reality of living in the glade, but somehow Gally always managed to ruin that for her.

“I’m sorry…is everything alright?” She asked him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“No, those damn chickens that you are responsible for got out again and are in our way of building the new camp.” Y/N just smiled and shook her head. She left the cow’s stall and made her way outside where she saw the chickens grazing on the ground. She quietly walked over and with no issues she was able to pick up the first chicken, then the second, and so on till they were returned back to their coop.

“They aren’t afraid of us so they are easy to round back up.” She told him closing the coop door.

“It doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t happen.” He barked at her. Ever since she arrived at the glade two months ago, Gally has had something against her, she wasn’t sure what she did and she is convinced it was nothing.

“Accidents happen Gally…it was taken care of.” It was as if she insulted him, she threw his hands in their air.

“Accidents can’t happen Y/N, accidents are what gets us killed out here!” His tone was harsh, he was shouting in her face. She tried to back away from him, but she was trapped by the chicken coop.

“I-I’m sorry…I-“

“Back off Gally.” It was Winston, she closed her eyes and sighed in relief when Gally moved away from her.

“Tell her to get it together or she goes out in the maze because she’s useless here she might as well be useless out there.” His words stung, she felt the tears form in her eyes. She looked down and felt the hot tears drip down her cheeks.

“Get the hell out of here Gally.” Winston told him.

“I’m serious Winston.” Gally warned.

“Excuse me.” Y/N said she pushed past the two boys, she ran to her bunk and laid down in her hammock.

Y/N sat beside Chuck and the new boy Thomas during dinner, avoiding any glares from Gally.

“I heard Stella will be giving birth soon.” Chuck said.

“Any day now.” Y/N spoke.

“I can’t wait, I’ve never seen a baby cow before-“

“That’s if she can keep it alive long enough.” She heard Gally mumble, abusing his building buddies to laugh. Y/N looked over at him, a smile of amusement on his face. She couldn’t take it anymore, she couldn’t keep letting him treat her this way and think it was okay. She stood up, she walked around, and he laughed, thinking she would just leave and let him win. Not this time. She took a full cup of water from the table discreetly and made her way towards him, from behind him she poured the cup over his head, the cold water falling onto him. He quickly shot up, she moved away and glared up at him.

“What the hell!” He shouted.

“I am done with you treating me like this.” She told him calmly.

“Then stop screwing up everything you do.”

“Last time I checked the chickens keep escaping from the coop that you and your goons built.” A few people in the room laughed, which Gally didn’t like.

“You want to act tough now?” He stepped closer to her and got in her face. “Don’t get scared now, it’s just getting good.”

“Enough, the two of you. Come with me now.” It was the voice of Gally.

Y/N walked behind Alby with her head down. She doesn’t like to cause issues, she also doesn’t like to bother Alby. He led them into the main cabin where they held meetings.

“Why are you two are constantly going at each other?“ Alby asked.

“Alby I am sorry for what I did-“

“Why are you apologizing to him? I am the one who has water all over them.” Gally said.

“I am not sorry for what I did to you…I am sorry for causing a scene. I am not apologizing for that.”

“You two need to learn to get along. We are building and sustaining a community, a community that needs to get along.” Alby said to them.

“Tell that to him.”

“I don’t need to get along with anyone to keep surviving. She is always doing something that messes with either my guys and I or someone else.”

“That’s not true.” She argued.

“Tell that to the crops we had to trash last week because your damn cow got loose.”

“Because of the loose hinge you put on her stall. Winston is the one who fixed it properly.”

“Now I can’t do my job right?” He was getting heated again and Alby stepped between the two.

“I’m just saying stop coming for me when you make mistakes too.”

“The only mistake I’ll make is not getting rid of you when I have the chance.”

“Enough Gally…go cool off.” Alby ordered him. Y/N remained silent, how was she supposed to react to that?

Days went by and Y/N kept to herself and work. She made sure nothing happened with the chickens, the livestock, and herself. She decided to work late today because she was avoiding Gally by any means and sometimes that meant late dinners. She sat with Stella who was laying down, she was close to giving birth and Y/N didn’t want to leave her side.

“Why aren’t they closing!?” She heard shouting, she got up and peeked out of the barn, she noticed the maze doors weren’t closed, normally at the time they were. Panic was flooding the Glade.

“I swear this is Greenie's fault.” She heard the voice of Gally, always finding someone to blame. “We need to get those doors closed.” Y/N was about to leave the barn till she heard the most terrifying screech.

Grievers.

She knew staying in the barn wasn’t a safe option for her or the livestock. She quietly walked into the chaos, avoiding being seen. She had to find a safe place to hide. Around her were cries for help, screaming from fear. She found herself at the meeting hall, she thought this could be a safe place till she heard snarling from behind her.

Her body froze. She slowly turned around. A Griever had his stinger up ready to impale her. It creeped closer and as it did, she would step back. It let out the worst growl that made her cover her ears, this was the end. She waited for the pain to start, for the stinger to stab her, but it never happened. She opened her eyes and saw Gally standing above the now dead creature, a large wooden steak in its head.

“Gally.” She spoke. He moved away from the Griever and towards her. Despite what the two have been going through, she didn’t care. She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you.” She felt tears fall from her eyes. She wasn’t expecting him to return the hug, but he did. Within seconds she felt safe in his embrace.

“Let’s find the others.” He pulled away from her, clearing his throat, she nodded her head and followed him.

The night was long but eventually the sun rose and the Grievers retreated back into the maze. Y/N listened as a meeting was being commenced, many were dead, including their leader Alby. Gally was on a rampage, he was impossible to reason with. She listened as he wanted to send Thomas into the maze, convinced he was the reason for this happening. Newt couldn’t get a word in to try to calm anyone down.

“You know what…do what you guys want. That’s what will happen anyways.” Gally spoke.

“We can’t stay here anymore Gally. The doors won’t close anymore, it’s our chance to find a way out.” Thomas said.

“We know a way.” Minho added. “With numbers we can make it out there.”

“What numbers, we lost too many last night.” Gally argued.

“We shouldn’t fight about this.” Y/N spoke up.

“I agree, we need to vote.” Newt added.

“Go ahead and vote.” Gally left the meeting, Y/N quickly followed behind.

“What happened with the two of them last night?” Chuck asked.

“Gally…now isn’t the time to run off.” She grabbed his hand to stop him from walking any further.

“Go back Y/N. Last night didn’t make us friends.”

“I know…and that is fine but I mean it. We need to figure out what our next step is.” He snatched his hand away roughly.

“There is no “our” or “we”. Go back to them and just leave.”

“Not without you.” She choked, she never would admit it to herself but she always had feelings for Gally. Despite the way he treated her, but now, she could lose him and she couldn’t bare that.

“You don’t need me out there.”

“I do, I needed you last night and you were there. Any time something needed to be fixed in the barn you were right there or when the animals got loose. You are always there.”

“What are you going on about?“

“Are you that oblivious Gally?”

“No, I’m just sparing you from getting hurt.” He told her. “Go with them.” She shook her head no. If being with him meant staying in the Glade, then she would.

“You don’t want to stay here. You want to leave and I’m not going to be the reason you regret your decision.” He stepped closer to her.

“Then come with us. It’s not safe here anymore.” She argued. “We can see what is out there, beyond the Glade.”

“Y/N go with them.” He pushed. She gently took his hand in hers, searching for any reason why he would stay, was he scared? Too prideful? “When I said I would get rid of you…I didn’t mean it.” She smiled, knowing this was going to be a goodbye. She nodded her head, tears blurring her vision, he released her hand and wiped her tears. She leaned into his touch, not wanting to forget what it felt like.

“Just don’t…don’t disappear because when we find help I’ll make sure se come back-“

“I know, I know I couldn’t escape you that easily.” He joked, his laugh was stale and painful. “You should go.” She looked up at him, everything in her wanted to lean up and kiss him, but she knew that would make it harder to leave. He let her go and back away.

“I…I’ll be back okay.” He nodded his head, knowing that was going to a promise not kept.

Leaving the maze wasn’t easy, she never imagined she would be stepping foot into the death trap, but there she was, running for her life trying to keep up. It wasn’t till they reached an old building that they knew they were safe.

At least that is what they thought. Y/N held tightly onto Chuck’s, the building they entered was a lab, with the word WCKD all over it.

“What does WCKD mean?” Chuck asked.

“I don’t know but I have a feeling we will find out soon.” Thomas answered.

“No you won’t.” Everyone turned, Gally was standing there with a gun pointed at Thomas. Y/N gripped Chuck.

“Gally, how did you find us?” Newt asked. “And the gun?”

“Tell them the truth Thomas, I know who you really are and they have to know. Tell them how you work for WCKD.” Gally cocked the gun.

“He was stung.” Chuck whispered.

“I don’t know who WCKD is Gally.” Thomas reasoned. “I am just like you, I don’t have any memory before the Glade.”

“Gally put the gun down.” Y/N spoke.

“This is to protect all of you.” Within seconds disaster struck, Minho threw a spear at Gally, impaling him, the gun shot off and Y/N felt the grip in her loosen, Chuck fell to the ground. It was a blur to Y/N, Thomas was on the ground holding Chuck in his arms, blood covered the poor boy. She looked towards Gally, the gun laying beside him, his eyes barely open. She ran to him, kneeLing down. His body was covered with dark veins, the spear gorged into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He cried. Blood dripped from his mouth. She gently stroked his cheek, wiping his tears like he did for her back at the Glade.

“It wasn’t you. It was the sting.” She assured him, he began to cough, she knew this wasn’t good for him.

“Is he okay?” He asked, she knew who he was referring to, she turned back to Thomas, he had placed Chuck on the ground, crying over the boy's limp body.

“Shh, it’s alright.” She gripped his hand. Blood everywhere. She was about to say something but the sound of the lab door swung open, she looked and a swarm of men in military armor barged the room, snatching the group up. She looked back at Gally, his eyes were closed. She tried to stay with him. She felt a set of arms wrap around her waist and pull her away from. She cried and lashed around trying to break free but it was useless. She took one more glance at the Gally before he was out of her sight.

There will be part two soon!

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Hello dear, I am in love with your writings. Could you pretty please write something about reader trying to move on from her previous relationship and Kylian being there for her. Or may be something like where Kylian asks the reader to choose between him and her ex. Some angst stuff.

Thank You

Hiii thank you for requesting this ⭐️

I hope you like it ❤️

Let’s pretend your boyfriend in this one is named Carl 🌚 he’s useless by the way

Forbidden Love

Kylian was your best friend. You’ve been best friends since when you were kids. You would play football with him and he would let you practice make up on his face. His parents loved you and your parents loved him.

You were inseparable. Until you grew up.

You were still best friends but due to the fact that he was one of the most football players in the world and you were always busy with university it was basically impossible for you two see each other every single day.

You were also dating and Kylian always tried to avoid you when you were out with your boyfriend, you’ve never understood why.

Your boyfriend Carl was everything you ever dreamed of. He was kind and sweet, passionate and loyal.

You’ve been dating for over two years, you moved into your first apartment together just a couple of months ago and you couldn’t be happier. Or so you thought.

One night you were getting home late from university because you stayed a little bit more to help some friends study and due to the fact that it was raining so bad and you got stuck into the parisian traffic at 9 pm.

Of course you told Carl you were getting home later than usual but poor boy, he thought you were getting home around midnight so he had the brilliant idea of inviting a “friend” over.

You didn’t know.

So when you got home instead of being welcomed by the arms of your boyfriend you got welcomed with moans coming from your bedroom.

You dropped everything on the floor and went straight into the bedroom and the moment you opened the door you saw something you’ve never wished to see.

Carl on top of her best friend praising her and loaning her name like he did with you.

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t even hear you.

“Carl?” you called him in a soft voice hoping this was only a joke

“Babe-babe what are you doing here? he asked, face full of worry now

“I live here…or so I thought”

“No baby it’s not what it looks like” he tried to excuse himself

“No I think it’s perfectly clear…” you said with eyes full of tears “I’ll come back tomorrow to pack all of my things” and with that you left the room, him chasing you

“No baby let’s talk about it”

“There’s nothing to talk about Carl…I only hope she was worth it” you said leaving your apartment. Legally it was his apartment, he was the one who signed all the papers so you had one night to figure out where to live for the rest of your life.

You went straight into your car, forgetting your umbrella at home and getting soaked by the heavy rain.

You started driving with nowhere to go.

You wanted to cry and scream but you had to remain focused on the road.

While you were driving in the pouring rain you called the only person you could think of.

“Hello?” the voice on the other side of the phone responded. It sounded like he was resting or sleeping and you felt so bad for bothering him but you had no one in that moment

“Kylian?” you called him, you voice cracking

“Hey y/n are you okay?” he asked immediately worried when he heard your voice

“Yes. No” you sobbed

“Chèrie where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?” he sounded worried and you felt so bad for making him worrying for basically nothing

“No…I’m driving” you cried harder

“You shouldn’t be driving in this weather, where are you?”

“I just passed the Eiffel Tower, I have no idea where I’m going honestly” you said, your voice soft and low

“Honey I need you to focus…are you hurt? Drunk? Did something happened?”

“No Kylian…yes something happened I just-“ you sobbed harder “I don’t know what to do…” you sounded desperate but truth was you wanted only your best friend comfort in that moment

“Y/n honey I’ll pick you up”

“No don’t worry about it…I shouldn’t have called you” you said feeling guilty

“You’re my best friend and I’m here for you, no matter what, if you don’t want to to pick you up at least come to my place…I don’t like you driving in the pouring rain when it’s so dark outside” he said honestly

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I’ll wait for you”

“Thank you” you said hanging up

Just ten minutes later and you were in front of Kylian’s house debating if you should go inside or not.

Eventually you got out of your car and let rain soaking your hair and dress. You knocked on Kylian’s door and just two seconds later he opened his door for you.

“Y/n-shit what happened?” he asked you and looked at you with a concerned face. Your eyes were wet from crying, your mascara all over your face, you were shivering from the cold and the rain, your hair completely ruined by the rain and you couldn’t stop sobbing.

“Come here” he said letting you inside and hugging you

“I’m gonna get all of your clothes dirty” you said

“I don’t care about my clothes in this moment, honey what happened?” he looked straight into your eyes feeling he already knew the answer but waited for you to talk

“It’s my fault honestly…” you said not knowing where to begin

“Princess calm down…you know what? Go and take a shower, I’ll give some of my clothes so you can change and then we’ll talk, okay?” he asked you softly and you simply nodded to traumatised to even talk.

You showered and then sat next to Kylian on the couch.

He gave you a cup of tea to drink.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked looking at you and you simply nodded “can you tell me what’s going on? why were you driving in this weather instead of being at home?” he asked you concerned

“he cheated” you said taking a deep breath “and i saw him, cheating on me…with his best friend, they were” and tears started to falling out of your eyes again “he fucked her, in our bed…in our bedroom, my safe place and he wasn’t even sorry” you kept sobbing and Kylian put his arms around you in a comforting hug.

He was so mad at your boyfriend. He had the most precious and kind woman by his side and he dared to cheat? It wasn’t a secret Kylian had a crush on you. Everyone knew. His family knew, his friend knew, everyone except you.

But he never said anything because he saw how Carl made you happy even if right now he just wanted to punch him in the face. He had no right to make you suffer like this. Kylian was so mad he was shaking but he tried to calm down because in that moment you needed him.

“He’s a dick” Kylian said “he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve your tears y/n. You deserve so much more”

“I know but still…it hurts” you sobbed against his shoulder while his hand was massaging your back “I really loved him and I still love him” you confessed and in that moment Kylian’s heart broke “you can’t stop loving someone in one night…but I thought he was happy…”

“It’s not your fault y/n…he’s the one who decided to fuck up two years of relationship” he reassured you

“You should have seen her…his best friend, she’s gorgeous. Tall, slim, perfect eyes and long hair, full of confidence. You would be in love with her too” you said “she’s just perfect, everything I’m not”

“No don’t say this. You’re beautiful y/n, more than what you think” he said looking straight into your eyes

“You’re saying this because you’re my best friend Kylian”

“I’m saying this because it’s true” he cupped your cheek wiping your tears “you’re so beautiful in and out and you deserve so much better than this. You deserve someone who loves you, respects you, worships you and puts you first…cheaters will cheat, it’s in their dna, so don’t ever think again that it was your fault okay?”

“okay” you said smiling a bit “but I told him I would get all of my stuff from the apartment, Kylian I have nowhere to go”

“You can stay here. I’ll give you my guest bedroom and you can’t say no. We’ll have sleepovers like when we were kids, just say yes”

“Okay fine” you laughed

“Perfect. I’ll get your stuff tomorrow so you don’t have to see him again” he said hoping you would agree with his idea because he didn’t want you to see Carl again.

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure” he said confidently

“Okay thanks” you hugged him again “you’re the best! Literally the best friend I could ever ask for…thank you so much Kylian”

He smiled at you, trying not to show you his sad face and his heart breaking. He really wanted to be more than friends but right now you weren’t in the right mindset and he was fine with being just your best friend and support you in any way.

Kylian wrapped his arms around you and let you rest in his arms, stroking your hair and massaging your arm. He was happy to have you there so you could spend more time together. Someday you’ll see what you could have with Kylian, and not only as best friends but maybe something more.

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deceasedream69 · 1 year

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The new comission member

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Even tho, Five and I weren't siblings, I can confirm we're closer than most of his siblings. Which was what led them to always be bothering us like we're little teens in love, we may look like teens, but we're not, and we, specially, aren't in love.

But our relationship started to change when we found ourselves in 1963. The pression was higher, the fighting, among all of us, was constant, it was everything too much, that's why I decided I needed some air.

I took a cig out while I walked in front of all the, now closing, stores around the city. It was around 5, the sun was still out, but it was to be soon replaced by the moon, just a few more minutes. A lot of people were walking around at that time, I wasn't so far from home, that's why I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings.

-"hi!", said a girl with short brown hair in front of me, extending her arms for a hug. I was sure there was someone behind me she was expecting to hold, so I put my head down and continued walking, trying to walk around her.

-"don't be rude, tiffany!", she said grabbing my arm and hugging me by surprise. "it's not nice", her voice sounded like a cartoon, like when you talk to a baby. I soon felt my eyelids fall and my body go numb, I couldn't remember anything after that.

Five's pov

I can't believe she just abandoned me, I'm just trying to fix everything around here. Been doing this for years without resting one day. Maybe I just need to lay down for a bit... no, no time for that.

Y/n's pov

I wake up, tied up obviously. There's no one there in the room with me, it's pretty dark, it was already night time. I don't think any of my moron "siblings", even if they aren't my siblings, are going to notice my disappearance, I'll have to find a way out by myself.

No one else comes into the room for the rest of the night.

Five's pov

Coffee here sucks, but I don't have time to be picky either. I need to work on a way to get a briefcase from the comission. Going back is not an option, maybe the handler is up to a deal today, but first I need to find my partner in those types of missions, where the hell is she?

I checked the entire house and she wasn't there, there was no other place to go for the night, she didn't have money for a hotel... I'm trying to think positive here, I don't see why she wouldn't be okay now.

Y/n's pov

A cold bucket of water is dropped on me to wake me up, that's when I also felt the neckpain of sleeping while sitting. I gasped for some air before focusing on the people in front of me, two ladies, the girl from yesterday... and of course, the handler.

-"Well, well, well. Look who's awake, very good Lila. Now what we prepared"

Her name's Lila, probably my replacement. She nodded and left the room for a bit.

-"You and your partner are not where you belong, alongside with your... very curious pack of siblings"

I just stood silent, not even making eye contact, even if those aren't my siblings. I despise this woman.

-"Not speaking, huh? We'll see what we can do about that", and with that she grabbed me by my chin to make me look at her, tho, it was useless, she was wearing sunglasses, both of them were, very clever.

But having here so close, I couldn't miss my chance, I kicked her as hard as I could, she fell, and her sunglasses too. But she quickly covered hey eyes with her hand. I spotted the sunglasses and crashed them with my boot.

She clicked her tongue.

-"now, that was my mistake", she laughed. "You, as always, are a pain in the ass". And with that Lila joined us again.

-"Mom, are you okay?", she ran next to the handler.

Mom? I thought. She must be stolen.

-"yes, yes, I just don't have my glasses anymore, don't take your off", she stopped her from giving her the other pair, she stood up and got another pair from inside her dress. "you really think you're so smart, don't worry darling, the sooner you start to obey us, the sooner you'll be it"

Five's pov

Luther and Diego are completely useless, they even got Elliot dead at this point. I running out of time, patience and still y/n hasn't come back yet, so add that one to my list of worries. I gotta find her.

Y/n's pov

Lila took out a mirror after some cables were connected to the chair I was sitting on.

-"you know what we want"

-"I'm not falling into the comission's hands again"

-"suit yourself", and with that she pushed a little button that made my entire body feel the electricity coming from the cables they connected. It just lasted a few seconds, but it hurted like hell.

-"you don't have to make this hard for yourself, darling"

Five's pov

I don't even know where to begin. Well, I know she went out for a walk yesterday, but these streets seem very peaceful. I walked the line of stores she probably walked yesterday while inspecting every single person and store. But there wasn't anything unusual. Until I got to the butchery. I just had a gut feeling.

Y/n's pov

I couldn't take it anymore, it was either a shock or getting punched by Lila. I was a mess, I'm starving and I don't know how longer am I gonna stay conscious.

-"Fine...", I whispered.

Lila quickly took the mirror againg, lifting it right at my face. I coughed a few times before focusing. My eyes started to glow.

-"what should I say?"

-"I heard a rumor you obeyed the handler's orders"

I repeated what she said, I don't remember anything after that.

Five's pov

There's no butcher in town now, but there's no y/n either. Where could she possibly go. I don't think she'll just leave us... forever... not me at least... or so I hope.

I came back to the house, I needed to check on my siblings. I entered the house, everything was suspiciously quiet. That's when I noticed a trail of blood that lead upstairs.

-"Diego?" I rushed to check on him, but it was just a doll with a wig. I knew something was really off.

That's when he came out of nowhere. He tried to shot me but I quickly teleported behind him, grabbing him by the throat and making him drop the gun. He was wearing a mask, probably one of Diego's friends. Heturned around and tried to punch me but I grabbed his arm. Teleporting behind him and kicking him to the ground, then pulling his hair and putting a knife to his throat.

-"What do you want from me?"

He didn't say a word. Lifting his hands in surrender, but I had to be cautious.

-"why are you here?"

He grabbed my arm and flipped us, pushing me away from him and making me drop the knife. He kicked me and I fell on a table, he grabbed me from my throat and took his mask off.

-"I heard a ru-", I quickly punched her and she backed away.

-"y/n?!"

She didn't say anything, she ran to me. Jumping and tangling her legs on my shoulders, making us turn, she dropped me to the floor. She grabbed my arm and twisted it, making me scream in pain.

-"Y/n! stop!"

She didn't listen to me, it was like she was possesed. I teleported and hit her on the head, she fell and for a brief second I could saw in her eyes the real y/n. So I hit her again, this time harder.

She fell, she wasn't moving anymore.

-"hope you enjoyed fighting against my new agent"

-"She lost"

-"did she?"

I started to feel a tingling sensation across my body. I blinked a few times and that's when I felt the needle still in my arm.

-"you son of a-"

Handler's pov

I finally got the loving birds together, now I just had to wait for them to wake up to continue with my plan. Those two plus Lila, the comission was going to be unstoppable.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 10 months

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Nurse Joe – Joe Keery

Joe's POV

We finished our scene and I started walking back to my trailer. As soon as I closed the door, I heard my phone ringing. I quickly answered it when I saw it was my wife, Y/N, calling me.

"Hey, beautiful," I answered. "I'm finally done. What are you feeling for dinner? I could pick something up on the way home or I could make something or. . ."

"Joe?" She cut me off. I immediately stopped talking when I heard the pain in her voice.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?" I said gently.

"Something doesn't feel right." She gasped in pain, cutting herself off.

"I'm on my way," I said quickly. I ran out of my trailer, not bothering to change out of my costume.

"Hey, Joe, we were thinking. . ." Joesph Quinn started to say as I ran by.

"Can't!" I yelled. "Y/N's in pain."

"Oh shit."

I jumped in my car and sped home. I ignored speed limits and stop signs, cursing when I had to stop at a light. The second I pulled up to our house, I got out and ran inside.

"Y/N?!" I yelled as I threw the front door open. "Where are you, darling?"

"Bedroom," I heard her gasp. I ran upstairs, my heart in my throat. When I got to our room, Y/N was doubled over in pain next to the bed. I ran over and collapsed next to her, instantly wrapping my arms around her.

"I'm here," I whispered. "I'm right here, gorgeous."

I started to help her up but she let out a pained scream. "I'm sorry, my love," I gasped, tightening my arms around her. "But we need to get you to the hospital."

I helped her stand up, but when she gasped in pain again, I picked her up bridal style. She leaned her head against my chest as I carried her out to my car. I carefully laid her down in the back seat. Before I got in the driver's seat, I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

I sped to the hospital, constantly looking back to check on Y/N. I started to regret putting her in the backseat when I couldn't hold her hand.

"It's going to be okay, my darling Y/N," I said, glancing at her again. "We're almost there."

"It's too early," she gasped. "I'm not due for. . . another month. . ."

"I know, my love," I sighed, trying to calm down so I could help my wife. "I know. Just hang on."

I pulled in front of the hospital and threw my car in park. I jumped out and threw open the back door. I gently grabbed my wife and carried her inside.

"Help!" I screamed. "My wife needs help."

"We need a gurney," one of the nurses ordered. The staff instantly brought one over and carefully helped me put my wife down.

"How far along is she?" The first nurse asked.

"Eight months," I said, unable to look away from my Y/N. "Is she. . . It's too early for labor."

"She's going to be fine," the nurse reassured.

"Sir," another nurse stopped me from going into the back. "I'm sorry but I need you to wait here."

"But. . . She's my wife. . ."

"And if she starts having the baby, I will come and get you myself. I promise," the second nurse added.

I stood there, frozen as they took my wife away from me. I ran my hands through my hair, unable to get my heart rate down. I tried to sit down to calm myself down but it was useless. I couldn't stop shaking my leg as I kept my eyes glued to the door they took my wife through.

I thought about calling Y/N's mom and letting her know what was going on. When I reached for my phone, I had a thought. What if it was nothing? I didn't want to worry her if it was nothing. But what if it is something? I decided to call my mom instead.

"Hey, sweetie," she said when she answered. "How's it going?"

"Something's wrong," I blurted out.

"What do you mean?" Mom asked, her tone of voice changing. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure," I stuttered. "I was about to leave work when Y/N called me. She was in pain, Mom. A lot of pain. We're at the hospital now."

There was silence as my mom thought about what I said. "Y/N's eight months pregnant, right?"

"Yeah," I said shakily. "Mom, is she going to be okay?"

"She's going to be fine," she said calmly. "Are the doctors with her now?"

"Yeah. They wouldn't let me go with her but the nurse said she'd come get me if Y/N started labor."

"Good," Mom said. "Just hang in there. Y/N's going to be fine. Give me a call as soon as you hear anything."

"I will."

I sat in the waiting room for another thirty minutes. I looked down at my shaking hands. My mind could only focus on the worst possible outcomes.

"Mr. Keery?"

I jumped up and looked around. My eyes landed on Y/N's OBGYN. I walked over, holding my breath as I waited for the news.

"How is she?"

"She's fine," she reassured. "She was having something called Braxton Hicks contractions. It's a way for the woman's body to prepare for labor. They are completely normal."

"So. . . She's okay?"

"Y/N's fine," the doctor smiled. "She was a little scared at first but after we ran some tests and explained what was going on, she calmed down."

"Can I take her home?" I asked, my heart rate slowly going back to normal.

"Of course," she soothed. "But. . ."

"But?" I panicked before she could continue.

"I want to put her on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy," she explained. She hesitated before adding, "Look, Mr. Keery, I know your job often takes you away but your wife needs you. Your baby needs you."

* * * * *

I gently helped Y/N into our bed. I fixed the pillows behind her and the blankets on top of her. She watched as I grabbed her book off her bedside table and put it on the bed next to her. I then took the remote out of the drawer and put it on top of her book.

"Joe," she sighed. I didn't answer as I jogged downstairs and filled her Stanley cup with water and ice. I grabbed her a quick snack before heading upstairs.

"Joe," she tried again. I put her water on the bedside table and handed her the snack. She grabbed my hand before I would walk away.

"Talk to me, babe," she whispered.

"I should've been here for you," I said under my breath.

"You were at work," Y/N shrugged.

"Maybe that's the problem," I said to myself.

"Wait, what?"

I looked away from her, my mind going over all the possibilities and solutions.

"I don't think I should. . . Maybe. . . They could always. . ."

"No," Y/N said sternly. She grabbed my chin and made me look at her. "You are not quitting your job, Joe."

I grabbed her wrist, not wanting to let her go. "But. . ."

"Absolutely not," she cut me off. "You love your job."

"I love you and our baby more," I tried to interject.

"That doesn't mean you can't do your job and take care of us," Y/N sighed as she gently let go of my face and placed her hand on her belly. "We talked about this when I first got pregnant, Joe. We agreed that I would pull back my hours at the store, eventually quitting to become a stay-at-home mom. And you would continue working."

I sighed, my eyes not leaving my wife's belly. I leaned in and kissed her bump. I gently rested my chin on her belly and looked up at her.

"I promise never to miss a call," I whispered. "I promise to always come when you or our baby needs help. You will have every number surrounding me. The director's, assistant director's, hair stylist's, costume designer's, security guard's, all my costars', and everyone else on set. I will never be hard to reach."

Y/N smiled as she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. I crawled over her and lay next to her. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to my chest. I slowly dragged my fingers up and down her back. Soon, I looked down and saw that she was asleep. I kissed her forehead and slowly got out of bed.

I went downstairs and made a few phone calls. Once I was done, I started making Y/N something to eat. I brought the dinner up to our room and quietly opened the door.

"There you are," she chuckled as she set up. "Smells good."

"You're on bed rest," I said as I carried the tray over. "Which means I have to take care of you. I'm going to do the cooking and the cleaning. You are going to sit in bed all day and watch tv."

"Joe," she tried to argue with me.

"Nope," I chuckled. "I'm taking over, darling."

With the food still in my hands, I leaned over and pressed a delicate kiss to her lips.

"What did you make me?" She giggled as I broke the kiss.

"Your favorite," I smirked.

"I hope you made some for yourself too," Y/N said with a teasing smile. "You know how much I hate eating alone."

"I do know that. That's why I brought up two servings," I said as I finally put the food tray over her lap. I walked over to the other side of the bed and sat next to her.

We turned on our favorite movie as we ate dinner. Throughout dinner and the movie, I constantly thought about the phone calls I made while Y/N slept. I knew I needed to talk to Y/N about this but I also knew how it would go.

Y/N wouldn't want me to put my career on hold for her. But how could I not? She's my wife. And a month away from having our first child. Y/N hates the idea of me giving up or walking away from my job for her. It's an easy choice for me. I'd give up anything and everything to give them a good life.

"Y/N," I said softly after we finished our dinner, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

"Is everything okay?" She asked, pausing our movie and shifting toward me.

"I called Ross and Matt while you were asleep," I confessed.

"Joe," she elongated.

"I told them about your Braxton Hicks contractions and your bedrest," I continued. "I didn't even have to ask."

"Joe, we've talked about this," Y/N said as she shifted again. "You don't have to stop working. You can still act and be a father."

"It's not permanent," I said quickly. "Just until you have the baby. And a couple of weeks."

"A couple of weeks?" She asked. "They're giving you maternity leave."

"Technically paternity leave."

"I didn't know that was a thing," Y/N chuckled. I watched as her wheels turned and she debated this. After a few minutes of silence, she sighed. "Are you sure about this, Joe?"

"Of course," I said quickly. "It would only be for a little while. They don't need me for a while, anyway. There might be a few days I need to run to work but Matt promised it would only be for a few hours. You need my help, darling. And it's okay. I want to help you. You're my wife. The love of my life. The mother to my child. I would do anything for you, Y/N. For you and our baby. We can make this work."

Y/N leaned up and gently pressed her lips to mine. I felt her smile as I kissed her back. We kissed until neither one of us could breathe. When we were out of breath, I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers."

"I love you, my darling Y/N," I whispered. "In our wedding vows, I promised to take care of you in sickness and in health. Essentially, I promised to be your nurse."

"That's not. . ." Y/N started to say but I didn't let her finish.

"I vowed to take care of you and the family we built together. I will do whatever I need to in order to do just that."

Y/N grabbed my face and smushed her lips to mine. The kiss instantly deepened as our lips moved in sync. Y/N slowly broke the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I love you, Nurse Joe," she whispered.

"I love you too, Patient Y/N."

#joe keery #joe x pregnant reader #joe keery x reader #joe keery family #joe keery POV

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novacqnes · 1 year

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Can you please white a sevika x reader story but it’s the readers birthday or it’s Christmas I really want a story like that. Also I love you work so much you are an amazing writer.

all i want // sevika

warning: a whole lot of fluff

pairing: sevika x fem reader

a/n: thank you🫶🏾! and strange coincidence but the day this ask was sent it was actually my birthday. however i’m in a christmasty mood so let’s go with that instead.

sultry sounds of eartha kitt’s ‘santa baby’ echoed throughout the hallways of your house, yanking sevika from her slumber. the harsh cold was the first thing to salute her, dozens of wintry chills ran through her body as she rose from the mattress, quickly yearning for the bed’s warmth.

she peered through the window admiring the sight, houses up and down the block were completely covered with snow, creating a thick white blanket over all of zaun.

aside from the music, light hums of holiday tunes traveled throughout the walls ushering sevika to follow it. in the same direction the sweet aroma of brown sugar and chocolate chip filled her nostrils causing a deep growl to emit from her stomach.

when she finally reached the living room she was greeted by beaming red and green lights, obnoxiously bright decorations and trays of cookies. you hadn’t noticed her presence until a strong set of arms wrapped around your waist.

“good morning,” you chirped, popping another set of cookies into the oven.

“morning.…what’s this for?”

you wrapped your arms around her neck pulling her in closer, grinning, “you.”

layers upon layers of holiday mementos filled your home, leaving sevika stunned. she was aware of your adornment of the holiday season but this was her first time visually seeing it, and she loved it.

sevika had never experienced holidays the way most people did, or more specifically you. she didn’t bother with decorations, let alone a tree. and when she got lonely she’d swing by brothels which for the most part kept her satisfied. inevitably the season passed by, with each day bleeding into the next.

that was her normal until meeting you. and with the speed of changing days suddenly the holidays actually meant something. as annoying as she found it, she looked forward to the snow like a child on christmas day, or buying useless holiday decorations that neither of you needed. none of it really mattered because she got to spend it with you.

“i know i went a little overboard, i just wanted to make our first christmas together memorable.”

she stared at you for a moment, almost leading you to believe that you’d done something wrong, however it couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

sevika never had a problem with being alone, she just didn’t realize how good it felt to be with someone. and not just in a sexual way but being able to experience the most intimate and vulnerable moments of year with a partner. for the first time in her life could partake in trivial holiday activities that she usually found pointless but with you she secretly enjoyed them.

you ran your thumb across the faint bruise on her cheek, watching her eyes flicker between yours. countless words crossed her mind but none of them formed a sentence. noticing her struggle you took hold of her hands pulling her towards the extravagant tree.

“you don’t have to say anything, just open.”

you pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box pushing it towards her. hesitantly tearing off the paper sevika ripped open the box to find several of what seemed to be arm covers of all different colors.

“i know you said i didn’t have to get you anything but you’re always complaining about the snow messing with your arm.”

“so you bought me protective arm sleeves….?”

“exactly!” you exclaimed, “i managed to track down the best tailor in zaun to have it altered for you, so what do you think?”

a small smirk plastered itself on sevika’s lips as she looked at you, nearly bursting at the seams with excitement. you could hardly contain it, just barely managing to stay in your seat.

sevika couldn’t remember the last time any one had gifted her anything, nor ever recalling them being so elated about it.

on a few occasions she’d told you about the vexing issues that her mechanical arm brought before bed or in passing, but she hadn’t realized that you’d taken notice. going as far as to scour through the depths of the undercity just to find a proper tailor.

she pulled you into her lap pressing a soft kiss into your temple as the smell of freshly baked cookies lingered.

“i love it,” she chuckled, “i’ll wear one right now.”

she pulled one black sleeve from the packaging, slipping it around the metal rims of her arm.

“you don’t have to, you’re supposed to wear it outside.”

she shifted underneath you, reaching for her boots. you slid from her lap watching as she strode across the room towards her coat. she then tossed you yours, holding her hand out towards you.

“we are going outside.”

“why?” you asked, your brow furrowed as you placed your hand in her palm. you awaited her response but there was none, gently she tugged you in the direction of the door and without a word you agreed.

the cold was brutal to say the least, you cling to the warmth of your coat, staying close to sevika in order to latch onto hers as well. silently the two of you trudged through the wintry snow admiring how each snowflake fell, adding onto the mounds of white coating the streets.

when you looked up at your girlfriend her expression was neutral, almost unreadable. if it was for the tight grip of her hand on yours you would’ve thought she was absent entirely.

feeling your hard gaze on the side of her face she finally spoke, “thank you.”

“for the arm sleeves?”

“for everything you’ve done for me today.”

you blurted, “of course—“

“no, y/n, i’m used to spending christmas alone or doing whatever job silco has for me…it’s been a really long time since i’ve looked forward to it but being with you has finally given me a reason to.

“sev….” you cooed, your heart swooning at her words.

her gray eyes connected with yours as she took a deep breath. you knew this time could be hard for sevika, thus you never pushed for an explanation. allowing her the time and space she needed. she knew she didn’t have to tell you but the fact that she did bonded you guys even closer.

“anyways,” she cleared her throat, “i promise i didn’t bring you out here to give you frostbite, i thought the scenery would add to your gift.”

she reached into her jacket pocket pulling out a large clear globe. she gently placed it in your hands, inside was a cozy small house that nearly replicated yours. to the left of it was a dark green christmas tree covered in red and green bells. surrounding all of them were small piles of snowflakes.

you looked up at her in awe, “where’d you get this?”

“a few years ago when silco was clearing out the last drop i found this. never made much use of it but i figured you would—“

without a second thought you wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders pulling her into a tight embrace. she buried her face into your neck hugging you with even more force.

pulling away, you shook the snow globe watching the glitter and snow scatter, layering on top of both the house and tree. admiring sevika’s gift the two of you continued walking. although your focus remained on the globe the feeling of sevika's eyes lingering on you.

“it’s beautiful,” she purred, but you knew she wasn’t referring to the present.

your heart began to speed up, and the heat behind your cheeks intensified as you held it in your palms. sevika wasn’t that experienced at gift giving but your reaction was the best present she could’ve received, warming her heart for several holidays to come.

together you walked back home, divulging your girlfriend in the rest of the activities you had planned for the day. each one unknowingly making up for all lost time and memories that sevika so deeply desired to create with you.

#arcane #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x fem reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #sevika fanfic #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #sevika fluff #requests #sevika request

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callmewrinkles3 · 8 months

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Love the hair and go back to sleep ill fight off the monsters for our beloved Dan and Emmy? X

November 2021

The race weekend pattern was something Em was completely used to. The only issue was on Mondays. Because on Mondays she didn’t have adrenaline to keep her going, making her completely exhausted and useless thanks to the lack of sleep during the weekend.

Between her nerves whenever she saw Dan slip into the car, the anxiety she had when she was surrounded by so many people calling her name and cameras taking her photos, the little bit of energy was gone. She could usually manage to keep going until they arrived in the hotel room on Sunday night. If it was a really good day she might even manage dinner in a restaurant rather than room service she’d force herself to eat before going to sleep.

But whatever happened first, sleep or food or anything else, she was asleep in no time. And knowing Dan was in the same room as her, safe and sound, meant she knew she was safe and calm and could disconnect from the world to crash.

Mondays were their do nothing day. Unless it was a travel day it was her chance to sleep as much as possible. Dan was more than happy to say that he was busy every Monday with personal stuff. That personal stuff was making sure nothing was bothering his girl so he snuggled up with her, pressing kisses to her forehead when she woke up. But that Monday it was too early when she started stirring thanks to her dream coming up with nightmares.

It was a disaster. She woke suddenly, like a bus had crashed into her. Her brain couldn’t do anything except react, mumbling and groaning coming from her lips without Em even realising.

“It’s too early for you, Baby. Go back asleep. I’m right here, I promise. I’ll wake you when breakfast is here,” Dan whispered while he held her even tighter against him. It was a light shake to wake her enough to get her out of the dream.

“I…I think there was a monster in the hotel? They were mean. They wanted to cut your hair and eat us. I said no cause I love your hair. I love your curls.”

“Just go back to sleep. I’ll fight all the monsters for you.” She pushed her head against Dan’s chest and held onto his warmth.

“I know you will. I’m safe with you.”

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shurishoe · 1 year

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|•| You broke me|•|

Request: Huge -.-

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Warning: Abuse, Angst, More Angst, Some fluff

Tears dripped from your eyes as you watched your dad be lowered into a hole, a sigh escaped your lips before you got in the car and left home with your mother.

It’s been two week since your father died and things got some much worse, that how you ended up here. “Why the hell are you so fucking useless!? You can’t ever do shit right!” She yelled at you as you backed up “I’m sorry” you mumbled but were only greeted with a slap to the face “Shut the fuck up, go to your room and I don’t want you to come out till school tomorrow. And don’t plan on eating shit, you could fucking starve for all I care!” She growled as you bolted to your room, you just threw a bunch of things in your bag and grabbed some money you had saved up over time before unlocked your window and jumping out.

Hours later you just walked, you didn’t know where you were going yet but you were going. You felt cold, your hands were shaking by now. Your hair felt like it was frozen in place but you kept moving, in hopes of finding somewhere better. While walking you were approached by a lady, she introduced herself as Kate and asked why you were out there alone. Hesitantly you told her what happened so she offered to bring you to what she called the ‘Alpha House’ you disagreed but after a little bit of pursuance you went.

When you got there you saw a bunch of kids running around, two of them caught your eye though. Jamie Harrison and Leanne Dixion, you didn’t have to be in the alpha house to know them. Every teen on the street knew them, you weren’t surprised when they approached you. Leanne was looking at a jagged cut you had on your face and a teasing grin appeared on Jamie’s face “Aw look at the poor baby! All cut up and hurt, can’t even defend herself” Leanne said as Jamie snickered.

You made it your mission to stay away from them, even when they would constantly seek you out to tease you. It started to get annoying after the second week of it, you were slowly losing your temper but they continued. It wasn’t until Leanne had the audacity to call you a fucking whore, she made fun of your father and that was the end of it.

You blew up, leaving both of them confused. “Listen here you skanky ass bitch, it ain’t my fault you got daddy issues cause ya dad decided to leave you and you ain’t got no room to be calling me a fucking whore when you be sneaking out to fuck a bunch of pigs. And the only reason he wants your pregnant Hoe ass is because he’s a desperate fuck, so back the fuck up and leave me the hell alone” you growled leaving both of the girls stunned.

They hadn’t messed with you again after that, Leanne went on probation and you finally felt peace. Until, a knock on your door rung through yours whole room. It made you roll your eyes by you set your book down and looked up at the door “Yes?” You asked only for the door to open and your met with Jamie Harrison “what do you want?” You hissed but she just held out a cigarette “Wanna smoke?” She asked and you shook your head “I know better then to trust you, get outta here” you growled and she complied, Shutting the door and leaving.

After the day you rejected Jamie you noticed your stuff going missing, it didn’t bother you until your lighter went missing. You check every single kid until you came to Jamie’s room and beat on her door, swinging it open after a moment or so you saw Jamie on the floor writing something. All your stuff sprawled out across her bed “What the hell is wrong with you?!” You growled but she just shrugged “I wanted your attention” she said “well you have it, what do you want?!” You hiss at her “Get high with me” she says holding up a blunt “Fine, just don’t take my shit no more!” You huffed before bringing your stuff back to your room.

Later that night you found yourself in Jamie’s room, your fingers hesitant as you brought the blunt to your both and inhaled. You passed the blunt to the girl next to you and for a moment you two were at silent peace, until she spoke up. “So why are you here?” She asked, everything in you froze. You opened your mouth but nothing came out “Hey don’t worry you ain’t gotta tell me nun” she said as she put a hand on your shoulder but you just inhaled and exhaled. “My mum” you mumbled “My mum she’s uhm abusive and uh my dad he’s dead so I ran away..Kate, Yeah Kate found me and brought me here” you mumbled as a few tears dripped down your face, you hadn’t even noticed till Jamie wiped them away. “I’m in here because my mama she died of heroin overdose” she said, you looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

After that day you and Jamie kept growing closer, you went with her to choir and you were always there for her. Everything finally felt right in life until the day came that Leanne returned, as soon as Leanne stepped foot in the house it seemed like you didn’t matter to Jamie. “Oh fuck off!” Jamie yelled at you when you walked into her room, and after a week of this treatment you did fuck off. You didn’t bother her, you didn’t talk to her.

It was midnight when you opened the door to Jamie’s room, she looked at you with a brow raised “The fuck do you want?” She asked “We’re over” was the only thing you said before you saw everything inside her crumble. You turned and walked away, realization set in as she thought about everything she had done to you. “get over her” Leanne’s voice rang through Jamie’s room, hurt was crawling through Jamie.

Within two days Jamie was on her knees begging you to take her back “I promise I won’t treat you like that again my love!” She cried and you were quick to pull her into your arms, you took her back. You understood she was going through a lot so tried not to worry about it, but what pissed you off most, hit you like a tsunami wave. Was when you saw Jamie’s hands around another girls waist, her lips pressed against the other.

Jamie was confused why you had been ignoring her for a week until she actually asked you “You kissed her! You fucking kissed another woman Jamie! Your a fucking cheater!” You screamed at her, her face went blank. “baby I’m sorry! I was high I didn’t mean to I swear” she tried to defend but that was your last straw. For a month she tried to talk to you, apologize, anything but you didn’t let her.

Her eyes were dull now, her face constantly stained with tears. She hated herself, she hated that she lost the only person who knew her, cared for her the way you did. She lost the only person she really did love aside from Leanne.

@pumpkinmcqueen @rebellious-mutant @misoosprings @prettyluhlaiiii @noneofyabuisnezs

#shuriri #shuri x reader #riri williams #black panther #wakanda forever #jamie urban hymn #jamie harrison

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 9 months

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Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Five: Soft Breath, Beating Heart

AO3 one two three four five six seven eight

Mayday, situation overload; I’m restless, obsessed with your future. And all my worries, they don’t bother you; collected, you render me useless.- All Time Low, For Baltimore

She fidgeted anxiously in the back seat of the rideshare Tim had called for her. They weren’t FaceTiming anymore, but they were texting, and god were the texts dirty.

How much longer, baby ? I feel like I’m going insane from wanting to touch you

Just a couple more mins

Can’t wait to see you again, I wanna kiss you so bad

I want to kiss you, too

Wanna see how hard I am for you ?

Lea bit her lip at that, shakily typing out her reply.

Yes please

A picture came through of Tim stroking himself, and she had to fight back a whimper.

Do you know why I’m like this, Lea ?

Because it’s your job?

Because I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking about what you taste like, the way you kiss me, the way you moan my name. I’m gonna make you cum so hard when you get here

Suddenly, the car pulled to a stop in front of the studio. “Here we are,” her driver said with a polite smile. “Have a good one.”

“Thanks, you too,” Lea told him shakily before stepping out and hurrying inside.

“Lea,” the director said in surprise when he saw her walk in the door. “Wasn’t expecting you today.”

“Oh, um… Tim asked me to come by, so…”

“Ah,” the director nodded. “That makes sense; I suspect he’s gotten a bit spoiled by all the attention you give him. In any case, he’s—“

At that exact moment, however, the man in question burst out of his dressing room and marched over towards her with purpose, nudity and all.

The director blinked in surprise, as did Susie, one of the other fluffers that Lea had become work friends with. Tim paid them no mind, however, simply grabbing Lea by the hand wordlessly and pulling her towards his dressing room.

“You’re still wearing the stockings,” he observed as they stepped inside.

“It’s still cold outside,” she pointed out.

Tim locked the door behind them and pulled her towards the couch. “It’s cold, but you’re wearing that tiny little fucking skirt?”

Lea flushed. “You seemed to like it, so…”

He laid down on the couch. “Damn right I like it. Take your panties off.”

Lea took her shoes and socks off, then her panties, her movements quick and aborted.

He stared at her for a moment before deciding, “Sweater and bra, too. I wanna see your tits.”

She obeyed this command hastily as well. “What about the skirt?”

“Nuh uh,” he smirked. “No, you leave the skirt and stockings on.”

“O— okay.”

He grabbed her by the waist and yanked her towards him. “Good girl. Now sit on my face.”

Lea’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think you were serious about that!”

“You bet your sexy ass I was,” he said impatiently. “Sit. On. My. Face.”

She did so, feeling very hesitant and very embarrassed at having him see her body so close up, but Tim just groaned at the sight of her, took her ass in his hands, and pulled her down to him so he could lap at her. Lea yelped in surprise, because he hadn’t teased her even a little; he’d just gone right into flicking his tongue over her clit.

He reached up with one hand to twist her nipple sharply, his other hand kneading her ass. She began to roll her hips, tilting her head back at the exquisite sensations he was bringing forth in her.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, the sound somewhat muffled. “Ride my face like a good little slut.”

Lea fisted a hand in his curls, holding him against her as he tugged her nipple and swirled his tongue around her clit in fast little circles. She was getting close and it hadn’t even been that long.

“Fuck, fuck, oh god, Tim—“

“You’re gonna cum for me already, aren’t you?” he murmured, his breath hot on her sensitive clit.

Lea nodded jerkily, desperate for the release only he was capable of granting her. “You’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck I want it so bad—“

“Then cum,” Tim ordered sharply before taking her clit between his lips and sucking.

Lea spasmed, her hips bucking against his face as he worked her through her orgasm.

Shockingly, by the time she came down and was situated next to him on the couch, she wasn’t sated. He was hard, stroking himself, and her mouth was watering. She wanted…

“Tim,” Lea started hesitantly, “would you mind if I… tried something?”

He smirked, brushing her hair from her eyes. “What do you wanna try, angel?”

Reaching out and tentatively wrapping her hand around his throbbing length, beginning to stroke him, she very quietly said, “What if instead of my hands, I used my mouth?”

He froze. “Would you like to do that?”

Flushing, she nodded. “If— if you don’t mind too much.”

“Don’t mind too much?” Tim scoffed in disbelief. “Do you have any idea how often I think about you sucking my cock?”

Leaning across the couch so she could examine him closer, she recalled how she’d been afraid of this once. Now, though, all she wanted was to taste him. To have him inside her.

“Will you teach me?”

“I’ll teach you anything you wanna know,” he murmured. When she climbed on the couch and kneeled in front of him, he groaned. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like that, on your knees for me.”

She reached out and gripped him in her hand, brushing her lips over his tip in a soft kiss. “I want you to tell me what you like, Timothée. I want to please you.”

“I have a feeling anything you do will please me,” he confessed with a breathy chuckle. “But since you’re asking, why don’t you just start with your tongue?”

Lea hummed, considering this, and then licked his tip, tasting the fluid that had beaded there. He inhaled sharply, and she did it again, slower this time. He tasted… interesting. Salty and musky and most decidedly male. Curiously, she swirled her tongue around the head, watching his reaction closely.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Now just… take it in your mouth. Only as much as feels comfortable, okay?”

She hummed again, doing as she was told. He fisted a hand in her hair, tugging lightly, and the sting in her scalp was far more delicious than she’d have expected.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and she lifted her eyes to watch his face. He was looking down at her, his cheeks flushed and eyes lidded and dark. “Suck your cheeks in, baby.” She did so, and he moaned low in his throat. “Good girl, good girl, just—“ he cut himself off with a gasp when she swirled her tongue around the head curiously. Something had come out of the tip, and it was weirdly salty, but not unpleasant. “Move up and down on it,” he pleaded. “Fuck, Lea—“

Something about the way he was looking at her, the sounds he made… it sent sparks through her veins, and without much thought, she slid a hand between her legs and started to rub herself. She wasn’t as good as him, not nearly, but even so, she moaned around his length at the relief of her throbbing clit being touched.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Oh, fucking hell, Lea. Are you… are you touching yourself, sweetheart?”

She didn’t verbalize a response, instead moaning and sucking him more.

Tim groaned regretfully, pulling her off his dick and up into his lap so as to kiss her neck.

“Why’d you make me stop?” she whined, wishing she’d been allowed to continue.

“Seeing you get so horny from sucking my dick that you couldn’t help but rub your pretty little clit— that was gonna make me cum, Lea,” he explained. She pouted. “Not to worry,” he assured her with a soft chuckle against the skin of her throat. “I’ll fingerfuck you till you cum.”

He slipped his hand between her thighs then, picking up rubbing her clit where she’d left off, and she moaned loudly. She felt his smirk against her neck, and then he slid two fingers inside of her, curling them with each thrust.

Still sensitive from her orgasm before, she could already feel a second one building.

“F— fuck,” she stuttered out in a gasp. “Feels so good.”

“You’re gonna cum for me already, huh?” he observed with another chuckle. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Lea whined, threading her fingers into his hair. “‘m gonna cum,” she gasped out as he rubbed her clit faster and faster. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, using his free hand to toy with her nipple. “So pretty when you fall apart. Cum for me, sweetheart. Lemme hear you moan my name.”

“Tim,” she moaned obediently. “F— fuck, I—“ She couldn’t finish her statement, because then she orgasmed with a gasp of his name.

He slowly removed his fingers from her, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her shoulder affectionately. She leaned against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“D’you need me to…” she trailed off, mind in a daze.

He snorted. “No, Lea. I’m good.”

She yawned. “You sure?”

“Oh yeah,” he confirmed.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and a voice said he was needed on set. Tim stood, stretching his arms over his head.

“Look,” Tim addressed Lea, who had settled onto the couch, already laying down. “Why don’t you take a nap?” He grabbed a blanket and settled it over her. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Have some lunch after you wake up, okay?”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled, already half asleep.

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Postpartum

Warnings: Descriptions of pregnancy and postpartum themes including body dysmorphia, blood, mental health crisis thoughts, and hormone issues. Mentions of breastfeeding and sex, breeding kink

MINORS DNI18+

No one tells you a lot of things about having a baby. Although it did seem that everyone shared with you all the horror stories that they experienced when giving birth. Things from people not believing they were in actual labor so the mother held the head of the baby that was very much coming out to judgy staff who told a mother she should try to breastfeed the baby and wouldn’t give her formula to feed him.

No one talks about after birth where you still need to push out a placenta all while you’re eyeing the room as nurses wash off and check on the baby to make sure they’re born healthy. Your anxiety peaks until they place this wrinkled little alien looking thing on your chest and tell you it’s okay. No one tells you about how the father is treated like the hero as he cuts the umbilical cord and you bleed out in a bed, sweat attached to your brow as you realize this alien thing is your baby and they’re perfect.

No one talks about how after birth you’re given all these vitamins including a pill that will soften your stool because the first poop feels like you’re being ripped open again. No one talks about how your nipples ache as you worry if the baby is getting enough milk. Or the feeling of how you may never get another night of uninterrupted sleep again in your life because you wake up ten thousand times to feed or change a diaper or worse, to pair in the bassinet with bated breath just to make sure they’re still breathing.

No one told you about the hormones that were currently raging at three weeks postpartum. How when the doctor had said to you that you need to wait six weeks to have sexs you hadn’t expected it to feel like it was a lifetime. How sometimes when your husband is at the studio you look in the mirror at the way your stomach looks now. Gone is the smooth flat skin and replaced is what looks like oatmeal where your skin used to be. When the doctor at the one week checkup saw your body he had said in a few weeks you could get that fixed. The idea your body needed plastic surgery to be fixed had made you queasy.

All that coconut butter oil you constantly smelled like for nine months had proven to be utterly useless.

But the thing that bothered you the most about everything about postpartum was just how attractive your husband would find you. And how you would, even in your fog of half awake state, would react to it so openly. It seemed like it was the first time in your life that you wanted to give him blow jobs, loving the way you got so aroused at the feeling of his cock in your mouth. His fingers in your hair as you sunk to your knees as he laid back on the couch, telling you how much he wanted to fuck you as your tongue licked at his shaft, fingers tugging on his ballsack.

And you wanted to be fucked, made to feel worthy and sexy and not like the milkmaid mother.

Three weeks in your pussy ached, needy and wanting him. Not thinking about how you had just pushed out a baby and needed to heal. Not thinking about how you had two stitches put in to sew back your body. As you sat naked on him, the pair of you knew you were acting irresponsible. Slash had looked at you with those deep eyes, placing you on top so that you could control everything and you could move at the pace that didn't hurt.

The plan was to just dry hump. To let his cock rub between your pussy as you mimicked the act of sex. Your poor little clit was so engorged and needy. The feeling of his cock between your thighs was almost enough to make you cum. Slowly you moved, your hips rotating as you bumped against him, getting his cock wet from the way you moved. The dark curls on his pelvis, sticky from what seemed to be a river of arousal running from your body.

You wanted to beg for more, just the tip because you were so close. But as you looked down you glanced at your body, the milk spilling from your tits and Slash eyed you. His hand moved to your back as he sat up to make sure that you didn't run away.

“I’m-”

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you.” he cooed in response. YOu expected him to get a towel, a shirt, anything but his tongue. BUt he was licking your skin, moaning at the taste and leaving these red welts as he cleaned you off.

The flat of his tongue as he lapped over your breasts, avoiding the swollen nipples that were ready to leak. Your breasts were firm, harder than he imagined under his tongue and he could feel the engorgement. He knew you had fed the baby and pumped as you put them down for a nap, so all this milk seemed like excess and he wanted to try some.

The feeling of your husband's mouth on your nipple was jarring, you had been so accustomed to it before the baby but now you weren't sure how to react. His lips were bigger and he used his tongue. It was a completely different feeling that the ache of breastfeeding and you allowed yourself to separate the two and continue to be aroused.

He was cupping your breasts, squeezing as he drank your mouth, his hand on your back pushing you so you could continues rolling your hips on his cock, Your milk was draining, breasts feeling less sore as you watched him switch to the other breast, eyes glancing up at you as you nodded, hand moving around his head and into the curls of his hair to hold him there.

“Just like that, you’re doing so good.” you praised him and felt the way his cock twitched under you at the attention. The way his cock jump made you want him more, made you want to fuck him but you knew that that would be too much so you kept at it slow, letting the tip just tease the skin of your opening.

You weren’t on birth control yet and the idea of him cumming inside of you and making another baby was both exciting and terrifying. WHich was exactly what you needed to orgasm. You kept the head of his cock there. Something that used to push into you so easily was now stuck outside, so eager to fill you.

His tongue swirled around your milky nipple tugging it as he swallowed the warm milk you made and shifted his fingers between your bodies. He wanted to see what it would be like to have you cum like this. He wanted to be sucking those big tits of yours as you came apart just from sitting on his cock, not even keeping it inside of you.

Slash knew you had him against your entrance and he knew what you were thinking about without you even saying anything.

“Cum for me. I’m so close from sucking on your tits. I’m going to fill you with another baby so you can feed me forever.” your eyes flashed down at him, his words the push you needed.

Just the tip of his cock inside of you and you squeezed down, orgasm breakinga s he toyed with your clit. Your milk sprayed, surprising him as he tried to suck harder, lapping it up as you felt the wetness between your legs grow as he shot his cum inside of you. The flushed feeling of him breeding you so soon after another baby.

There was no shame as he pulled off you, resting his head between your breasts as you stroked his hair. He was exhausted from cumming and from drinking so much. He was already thinking about how he wanted to crawl into bed with you tonight. To hold you down as he fucked you fucked anotehr baby into you. How you would feel around him as he drank from your tits again. The fantasy was making him hard again and you flushed, having had similar thoughts of how you could roleplay through the pain of sex.

Both of you could always just blame the hormones.

And at least now you understood why people didn't talk about it. Why ruin the best surprise out there?

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The Parting Glass

Annie Cresta as a career in the 70th Hunger Games.

Chapter 2:

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Now is absolutely not the time to panic, to let myself fall apart so quickly is simply not an option. But, I’ve never seen footage from the tribute's goodbyes, I have no reason to worry about how I’ll be seen, so I walk across the hard floors and sink deep into the blue couch with my knees to my chest. It’s made of a soft, plush material I’ve never seen before, one that seems far too warm and unreasonable for District 4. Suddenly the door opens and my family, absent my father, are my first visitors.

Muriel takes the lead into the room and immediately sweeps me into a huge, tearful hug. When I meet my mothers eyes the air feels like it's knocked out of my chest, like when the ocean traps you under the tide, I know no resolution for this feeling. My mother joins the hug, I know that cameras await me outside this room, but the tears escape my eyes unrelentingly. This cannot be the last time I embrace my mother and sister.

“I love you my Poppy, you need to come home to me.”

She manages those few words before she bursts into tears. Suddenly I realize the position my mother is in, her youngest daughter, her baby, is being sent away to the games to possibly never return. Who will she wake for school in the morning, make tea with cinnamon for, ask for opinions on her crochet?

“I’m sorry Mom. Don’t worry, I’ll come home, I promise. I’ll do everything I can to come home.”

My voice is shaky and muffled in my mothers shoulder. I use my palms to rid my face of tears, and face the rest of my family. I clear my voice to ensure my next statement is heard as clearly as possible.

“I need you all to know that I’m going to fight. But if I don’t come back, please, please promise me you will all be okay.”

My efforts to clear my face of tears are useless, because as soon as I’m finished pleading, they seem to roll down my cheeks in never ending streams. I have no doubts that I could win the Hunger Games, but there have been years where even the strongest tributes don’t make it to the end. If I die, I can only hope their promise can bring me peace in my final moments.

“I can’t promise Annie. There is no way we could survive without you, but we know you’ll be back. You have to come back, my children will need their aunt Annie to teach them how to swim. You’re the strongest fighter out of all of us, you prove it time and time again in training. You’re smart, use your wits and the skills you’re good at and win this.”

Skipper stares at me with such a steady look I feel my tears are now over dramatic. I’ve never seen him look so much like our father. My mother and sister are far too inconsolable to respond, so I don't bother begging for them to promise me. I begin to reply to Skipper, but the peacekeeper guarding my door barges in, announcing that it's time for them to go. I grasp on to all of them, unable to accept that my last few moments with my family could be over.

“We’ll see you soon Annie, I love you! Wear the necklace in-”

Muriel’s voice cracks as she's abruptly cut off by the slamming of the door, but I heard enough to assume she wants me to wear the seastar and pearl necklace she made me as a token.

I hear my father talking, and then the door opens to allow him to rush in. Suddenly he's hugging me the same way he did when I was hurt as a young child. He smells like the sail boat as he always does, although it's not pleasant it is comforting. He places his hands on my shoulders, forcing us to be face to face.

“Listen to me Annie Cresta, you are the strongest girl I know. Do you remember when I first took you on the boat? You were younger than Muriel and Skipper, and somehow caught more fish than the two of them combined. I asked you how you did it and you said-”

“They like me because they know I’m a mermaid, so they wanted to help me beat Muriel and Skip” I finish his sentance, the memory brings a genuine smile to my face. I was so excited to finally be old enough to join them on the boat, and also genuinely believed I was a mermaid with how much time I spent in the ocean.

“You are a winner Annie, you can do anything if you put your mind to it. You have eight years of training, you know what you’re good at, survive and come home to us. I love you so dearly, my sweet daughter. I believe you’ll do what it takes to win.”

His eyes become dangerously full of tears. I’m unable to think of what to do, I’d never put much thought into being in a situation where my father would cry in front of me. I bury my face in his chest so I avoid his tears and think about his words. Of course, what it takes to win means ensuring the deaths of those around me, including the death of my district partner, and life long friend Bodie. There can only be one victor. I’ve been given such little time to think about this, my initial shock is just now wearing off and the complexity of my situation leaves me winded.

“I promise I’ll do whatever it takes. I know I can win but, what do I do about Bodie? Dad I can’t-”

“And you won’t. Stay with him as long as you can. Annie, only one of you can come home, and it has to be you. I need you to know it has to be you. His mother wants to talk to you after this, I told her I’d ask you if that was fine.”

He chooses careful words, but the thought still causes effects deep within me. My body begins to shake uncontrollably. I decide now I won’t be anywhere near Bodie when the time comes. I think about Bodies mother, the kind and gentle woman who’d fed us crackers and jam after swims and watched us play on the beach and run from the shore. How could she want to visit me if my survival means her son's death? She must want to say goodbye, and I don’t want to deny her that. I nod my head quickly.

“Yes, please. Tell them she's the last one, I can’t talk to anyone else.”

He simply nods and holds me while we wait for the peacekeeper to say our time is up. I’ve always found I understand my father better than anyone else in my family, I believe it's because we think alike. We both stand here in a silent hug until the peacekeeper arrives again to collect my father.

“You’re strong, Annie Cresta.” The door opens and soon he's gone, and I’m alone. He says I'm strong like it's a fact, written in stone and one hundred percent true. I’m unsure, but I decide to believe him, I really have no other choice.

Mrs. Cormoran walks in shortly after, her auburn hair is tied up and her eyes are bloodshot, cheeks still wet with tears. She's just left her son's room, the only remaining person in her family, unsure if she’ll ever see him again, and now must bid farewell to her second daughter who shares the same fate. I lose my composure, hot tears run down my face once more.

“Come here sweetie.”

She holds me in a hug I can only describe as motherly. I have known her son Bodie my whole life. He’s always been there, they say we saw each other in the market one day and instantly became friends, playing with the rubber baits that hung off the fishing lines in the random shop above us. We’d beg everyday to play on the sand together, our houses close enough to one another to justify the walk. I haven’t seen him as much as I used to the past few years. His family couldn’t afford the extra fishing quota required to get Bodie eligible for training, which forced us to have a lot less time together. Our hangout time was reduced to our hours at school, the rest whatever I could squeeze in after training. When his father passed away in a fishing accident a few years ago, our time was cut even shorter than before. His mothers income couldn't afford to feed the two of them, so he started working any job he could, officially leaving school to become a fisherman. It’s an option a lot of the children in District 4 resolve to; there is always a need for fishermen and as long as you fit on a boat, you’re eligible. They say the age limit is 13, but I’ve seen kids as young as 10 walking to the docks in the morning.

Now I sit here with Bodie’s mother, knowing her son and I are headed into an arena where only one of us can return alive. The feeling of guilt weighs on me heavier than anything. How can I feel so comfortable saying I’ll win even though it ensures his death? Especially when his mother needs him, he’s all she has. I’ve already decided that I have to win, but if I can’t it has to be Bodie.

We simply stand here silently in our tearful hug until the door opens, and Mrs. Cormoran is being swiftly let out. I run to her and grab her hand before the peacekeepers begin to drag her out.

“I’ll do everything I can.”

They’re simple words that I hope will bring her the comfort she needs.

Now I stand here alone. I wipe my cheeks and take a few deep breaths while I stare out of the huge windows directly to the sea. Tonight my friends will be out there swimming, finally able to breathe knowing they are safe from one more year of the games. My sister will probably drag her husband to our family's house, and spend the night in our old shared bedroom. If it weren’t so hot out I'm sure all the windows would be closed shut, forcing the outside world to be as closed off as possible. My mother would be boiling mint on the broken down stove and preparing for a sleepless night.

What did I mean when I said I’d do everything I could? One of the first things they tell us in academy is that our actions on camera are extremely important. Once I heard that, I started to notice that the most well liked tribute every year is almost shaped into a character, someone that is relatable to the audience. What I don’t know is if that's something we decide now, or once we are with our mentors. I know without a doubt that I looked like a fool at the reaping, my lack of realization is surely going to make me look unaware to everyone who watches it. Is that something I can work with? I can’t remember if I’ve ever seen anyone play dumb before in the games I’ve studied. It doesn't matter because I didn't think to commit to it, I held my head high after and only faltered slightly when Bodies name was called.

I have never seen the tributes hug instead of shaking hands though, but that wasn’t part of my plan. I couldn’t do anything else once I saw the look in his eyes. That will definitely be on the replay, maybe even talked about by Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith for a while before moving onto District 5.

Although it’s a horrific thought, I might be able to use Bodie being my district partner to my advantage. It's disgusting, despicable even, but if I make it clear that I’m more prepared than Bodie, take him under my wing and train him, it would make both of us stand out, and show how capable I am. As much as it feels wrong, It’s not an awful plan. I’d be doing this all anyway, and I could get the two of us possible sponsor gifts while I’m at it. I hate the direction my thoughts have gone.

The heat in the room is becoming unbearable, the constant pacing I’m doing doesn’t help either, and after checking for the 3rd time, I’m completely sure these huge windows do not open. The walls feel like they're closing in on me. I think I’ve spent an eternity here, thinking about who I should be and how I will act, two things I’ve never put so much thought into, it usually comes to me easily. If I had been sat down last night and asked these questions, I might have been able to answer.

I’m Annie Cresta, the third child of Catriona and Kieran Cresta. I love my family and friends, helping people, watching my sister weave, my brother's wife and her piglets, being under the waves and hearing them crash above, diving deep and finding beautiful shells, my mothers face when I bring them home. I think I can be kind and outgoing, but I also like to be alone. My dad says I put a lot of effort into caring about the people around me. I know I do well in the literature parts of school, but poor in mathematics. This is true.

None of this seems important though, when I’m also trained to kill and survive the Hunger Games. Somehow I’ve overanalyzed and torn myself so far apart, I’m unsure how to put me back together. I spend a lot of time alone with my thoughts, but I’ve never been so destructive. I try to repeat the things I know about me in my head, but I don't have much time to decide what's true before I’m reminded that I’m in custody, and officially the property of the Capitol. I guess Annie will have to be a girl with a tear stained face and shy smile for now.

The peacekeeper opens the door and orders me to walk out, which I do gladly, the outside summer sun and heat seems infinitely better than the stuffy room that was slowly suffocating me. I’m led through a back exit, far from anywhere I’ve ever been before, and shuffled into a car. I’ve never been in one before, but I see them in footage from the Capitol all the time. I’ll admit, a car seems quite silly to me, one of my favorite things to do is walk around District 4, with the seagulls above and the waves crashing around me. I sit alone in the back for a few seconds until I’m joined by Bodie. His face is just as puffy and tear stricken as I imagine mine to be. His eyes are just as blue as they’ve always been, but he's no longer the 8 year old boy I imagine him as. He looks so tired and scared, and somehow, my heart aches more than it already was. I reach across the carseats, and pull him into a tight embrace, doing everything I can to comfort him.

“Annie.”

It's all he says but it's enough.

I can clearly hear the uncertainty in his voice, and it's like I can hear the thoughts plaguing his brain. His mother, how she’ll be all alone, if she’ll be able to afford life until he's back, if he comes back. The thought of Bodie never coming back reminds me he’s never trained, but no one could ever tell. He's got at least 7 inches of height on me, and although I’m not necessarily tall for a girl my age, he's one of the tallest people I know. Besides that, he's somewhat bulky, his years fishing have built up his muscle making his arms muscular and shoulders broad. He could easily pass as a training academy tribute, if we play that angle.

“I think we are headed to the train now, there's normally footage of this on the television right? Don’t cry Bodie, stand tall and strong, try and look tough when they’re filming us, trust me.”

I grab his hand and squeeze it firmly and make direct eye contact with him, something I’ve learned helps me get my way, although I’m sure he has no reason to object. He nods and I give him a pleased smile which makes him let out a breathy laugh.

“Did you forget that I know you quite well Annie? You don't need to intimidate me, I trust you.”

The car ride is short compared to the walk it would've been to get to the train station. Maybe a car would be nice for the treacherous hills that burn my calves. When we pull in, I can see the cameras and crew that await us at the entrance of our train, and squeeze Bodies hand one more time before plastering a smile on my face. Prisca emerges from the crowd and comes to collect us, her gloved hands lightly pushing my back. I'm glad I was already smiling, it makes it easier to hide the confusion I have for how she manages to wear the garments she chose in heat like this.

I act like I’m barely affected by the unusual amount of attention I’m getting, I even find myself waving and saying hello to people trying to get my attention. I wonder where they came from, and why they yell my name at me like that, but keep a pleasant smile on regardless. I think Bodie does great as well but I’m unsure, Prisca made him walk behind me, something about him covering me from the cameras on the left.

Once we enter the train, I’m immediately taken back by how luxurious the cart I’m in is. The floors are made of a deep blue plush carpet, much like the couch was in the justice building. Almost everything is accented in gold or silver, the walls are riddled with delicate swirls that look like a wave crashing. It takes a lot of effort to not let my mouth drop wide open, instead I keep my smile and look around. I’m very enthralled by the hanging lights that are somehow encased in crystal when Prisca pipes up, reminding me I’m not alone.

“You both may go to your rooms! I’ll call you for dinner, but if you’re feeling chatty before that we will all be in the second cart!”

She clasps her hands together and bounces away as she goes to speak to the crowd of people outside, not giving me enough time to ask how I’m supposed to know where my room is. I look at Bodie and almost begin laughing, until a Capitol attendant leads us both to our temporary rooms.

When we arrive at my room, I thank the man and he almost looks shocked. Once inside I examine what my small room holds: a large bed, dresser and closet, attached bathroom with a scary looking shower, and not much else. I decide that I should probably wash off, seeing as I’ve sweat more than enough today. Plus I’ve never used a real shower before. Back home we only have a bath, and the showers at the beach, but those hardly count, they only spray the cold seawater right back at you. I remove my dress and fold it, and then decide it should probably be hung, it’s nice enough to be reused or sold if it's returned to my family. I take the orange bow out of my hair and clip it on the neckline of the dress, but I keep my necklace around my neck. When Muriel sells her jewelry to the people at the market she always makes sure to include how they don't tarnish in water, unlike the beams of the peacekeeper towers that overlook the sea we fish in, as if anyone would look at her work and question its quality.

I press multiple wrong buttons on the shower before I finally figure out how to start the water. It's coming out of 4 spouts, and is almost freezing cold, but if I close my eyes I can pretend I’m standing in the showers on the beach. That is until I breathe in and smell the citrusy soap that I accidentally sprayed on the wall and acknowledge the lack of waves, but I still allow myself to live in the little fantasy for a while.

Once the freezing water begins to make my teeth chatter, I decide it's best I end my shower. The buttons and products are better labeled outside of the shower; I press one that instantly dries me off, and then use a balm that untangles my hair and makes it fully dry in under a minute. When I look in the mirror I’m actually quite impressed, my hair falls on my back silky smooth, the usual curl looking bouncier than normal.

The closet is full of brand new clothes, they all seem to be my size, but they are definitely not my style. I run my hands through the silky, freshly washed clothes and decide on a simple pair of pants and a shirt. There's no use in wearing anything cute, no cameras will see me until we arrive at the Capitol, and by then I should know what look I want to achieve. Maybe at dinner I’ll talk to my mentor about-

I didn't realize until right now that I completely spaced out when they announced this year's mentors. I think I was staring at the back of Eimears head wondering if she knew her hair band had broken. If I decide to play dumb, I really won't have to play at all. I roll my eyes at myself and consider going to Bodies room, or even the dining cart early, but ultimately I lay on the soft sheets of my bed and let them engulf me along with my thoughts.

Although I didn’t volunteer, maybe I can act like I was planning to since I’m already eighteen. It’ll make me look less scared, which will be of utmost importance when Bodie and I meet the tributes from Districts 1 and 2.

I know deep down I should keep strategizing, but my mind races quicker than the tide recedes, and I start to think about useless things to comfort myself. How many times could I press the buttons in the shower before the soap runs out? Where do they keep the laundry in a train like this? How will they get the sand from my shoes out of the thick carpet? I stare at the ceiling and drift away into my useless thoughts.

“Annie! It's Prisca!”

Her voice makes me jump halfway out of the bed. She knocks three times on my door, and then opens it immediately after before I’m able to let her in.

“Oh perfect you’ve showered! Dinner will be in ten minutes, I came early to tell you to change but it seems you already have! Goody!”

She claps her hands together and gawks at me like I’m a child just learning how to function, but it doesn't irk me, it only makes me giggle.

“Oh, you’re just precious! Don’t distract me with that smile Miss Cresta, I must inform Bodie of dinner as well!”

She bounces away and closes the door behind her, and I wonder why all her sentences sound like they're overly excited questions. I decide pretty quickly that while she’s unlike anyone I’ve met in 4, that doesn’t make me like her any less. Plus, I’m sincerely hoping her infatuation with me is because I’m interesting, not just the way she is with every tribute.

I sit down on the bed and braid and unbraid the longest strands of my hair until I decide just about ten minutes have passed. Somehow I make my way down the hall, through a few carts, and end up in the dining area. Bodie isn’t at the table yet, and Prisca is sitting down with only one of my two mentors. It’s Mags Flanagan, the oldest victor District 4 has.

“Hi, I’m Annie Cresta. I don’t think I’ve met you before, but my sister says you love her earrings she sells at the market.”

I extend my hand to shake hers, but she simply grabs mine and holds it gently in her aged palm. She’s one of the most respected people in District 4, I’ve heard she's the reason we bring home as many victors as we do.

“Mariel, right? With the blonde hair and big brown eyes and the tapestries?”

I can’t help but laugh at her mispronunciation of my sister's name, knowing that’s one of the things that drives her the most crazy.

“Muriel, yes! I barely have time to work at the stall with her, but I know she’s always buzzing with excitement on days she sees you.”

As I speak, a plate is placed in front of me, and then I allow myself to look at the array of food on the table. Different kinds of meat covered in colored sauces, fruits and vegetables I’ve never seen before, even drinks that have bubbles in them. I try to hide my shock, but sometimes I forget other people survive on a diet that's not mostly seafood.

“Oh! This is my favorite part! Annie, you can eat absolutely anything here! The Capitol has fine cuisine, you’ll see much more once we actually arrive. Believe it or not, this is the low quality stuff!”

She laughs, and I have to convince myself I’m not bothered at the way she's gawking at me, because I’m actually extremely excited to start trying all these foods. I just smile at her and begin with a piece of meat that's filled with a creamy purple sauce. It’s unlike anything I have ever eaten before, it has to be from a bird, but I’m having trouble figuring out which one. I’ve tried various meats besides fish before, and none of them were nearly as flavorful as this is.

Bodie joins us once I’ve tried most of the food, and I can't help but introduce him to it all, having second servings as I do. His reactions are just as entertaining to me as mine were to Prisca, and we both eat and laugh until we physically can't anymore. If the food weren’t so good, I could swear we were back home in District 4, I can see this in Bodies face as Priscas voice snaps us back to reality.

“Alright! They will be doing the replay of the reaping ceremonies in five minutes! Come come, let’s sit on the couch and watch! Leave your dishes!”

My stomach is as full as it’s ever been making the walk to the lounging area difficult. I sit on the couch next to Bodie while Prisca sits on an overly extravagant chair and turns up the volume of the television.

“There you are, I’ve made you a plate. Eat on the couch.”

I hear Mags behind me, and whip my head around to see Finnick Odair, only an hour late to dinner. The light circles forming under his eyes make him look tired, maybe he’d accidentally fallen asleep. It's perfect that he is our second mentor, he is the most recent victor and I know for a fact he’ll be able to help Bodie get all of the knowledge he needs about the games. When we make eye contact, his sea-green eyes look at me with recognition, and a slight smile that quickly turns into a smirk.

“I think I remember you, from training academy. Annie, right?”

“Well, that is the name they called me by at the reaping ceremony, isn’t it?”

My tone is playful, but Finnicks is one I can only describe as seductive. I can’t help but smile and hope the blush creeping onto my cheeks isn’t noticeable. Despite his demeanor, I know that he actually knows my name, and it actually feels like I'm joking with him the way we did as kids. I haven’t seen Finnick long enough to talk to him since his last days at the training academy. After his victory he obviously had no more need for it and when he moved to Victors Village he was no longer at the spots around town I’d always seen him at.

“Hmm. Suddenly Annie doesn't ring a bell. I’m sure you remember Finnick Odair though.”

Finnick ends his sentance with a wink and I figure his charming tone and newly signature smirk are something he’s adopted during his time as a victor. I roll my eyes at him and sit facing forward again, now facing towards the television. I’ve seen him like this on the television, maybe the women of the Capitol fall for it, but it does little for me, I prefer the fourteen year old boy I knew. Once the anthem of Panem begins, I take a deep breath while Bodie puts his hand on my knee to stop its bouncing.

Districts 1 and 2 produce their usual well fed, intimidating volunteer tributes. Particularly the boy from 1 is somewhat horrifying, not only does his size make him look years older than he actually is, his eagerness to be a tribute makes him seem especially bloodthirsty. The pair from 2 also seem to be acquainted, but not nearly as closely as Bodie and I. All together, the four of them seem to have their strategies down, I have not an ounce of doubt in their confidence and ability to win.

There's nothing special about the pair from 3, but when we get to 4 I hold my breath. I watch Prisca call my name and see my dumbfounded confusion. I don’t look as absentminded as I had thought, but anyone studying me will definitely notice. The hosts compliment the orange bow in my hair, saying that paired with the blue of the dress, it's sure to be the color palette of the summer. The bow just makes my heart ache as I think of my mother. I watch myself as I walk to the stage with my head high and my smile unwavering.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you?”

I jump at the volume of Finnick's voice, he’s now standing right next to me. He must have been extremely silent, I'm not sure how I was so unaware of his arrival. Was I even paying attention just now?

“If I’m being honest, I didn’t even know you were a mentor until you walked into this cart.”

I admit and shrug my shoulders. I don’t see the point in lying, if Finnick noticed my aloofness, I’m sure the other mentors and tributes have too. I’m sure they’ll keep track of how easily distracted I am and use it against me, and it won’t be hard considering how the back of a girl's head kept me entertained for half the reaping ceremony.

“Well you also didn't notice that I’ve been standing next to you for about five minutes.”

He shakes his head and laughs. I can’t argue with this, so I just shrug and continue watching the television. Maybe later on he’ll give me some tips on how to pay attention.

After the hosts are done talking about blue and orange, they show Prisca calling Bodies name. I can see his full reaction, and I’m relieved that he looks a lot more stoic than I originally thought. They cut to a shot of the two of us standing on stage, and I can’t lie, we look like an intimidating team, regardless of our emotional state. When they get to the end, they spend a while showing us hugging instead of shaking hands, discussing how it’s obvious District 4 has two tributes who know each other going in this year, and how they are just dying to see how this turns out. I turn to look at Bodie, he just stares at the television making a face I’ve never seen before.

It’s almost like when the children would tease him at school mixed with the face he made as he told me his father had died, but it’s not until his eyes meet mine that I am able to fully take in the disparity and disgust painting his face. Somehow seeing him like this hurts me more than what the hosts said.

“This is sick, I’m glad to know they’re dying to see our deaths.”

He scoffs, and although he says this under his breath, his words are venomous and laced with hatred. I figured one of his first thoughts would be how in the best scenario only one of us can make it out alive, but what I hadn’t realized was that he’d spent his time seething, not strategizing. I know that no words I say to him right now will put him at ease, so I pull him in a one sided hug and try to wipe my memory of the way he just looked at me before the feeling of dread swallows me whole.

By the time I'm watching the screen again, they are showing the tributes from District 7. I wasn’t fully paying attention until I saw the boy tribute can’t be any older than 13, and only has one hand. His partner is an older girl, and the way she looks at him makes me think she wants to protect him the same way I want to protect Bodie. I make a mental note to avoid them in the arena. The boy from 10 seems to have a chance but he trips on his way to the stage and the hosts laugh about that for a while. Districts 8,9,11, and 12 produce either young children, or kids that look as if they’ve never had a full meal in their lives.

Seeing these children with no chance is absolutely horrific, and knowing their odds against me feels even worse, but I will do whatever it takes for and I to survive, even if it ensures their deaths.

They never tell you at training that ‘quick’ and ‘logical’ thinking devoid of emotion will make you feel repulsed with yourself.

I’m able to let out a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding while Prisca shuts the television off and claps her hands together.

“Well! I think we will have a very entertaining game this year! We should arrive in the Capitol by tomorrow morning! I’ll be getting a good night's sleep, those cameras will still record you, even with bags under your eyes!”

She points to Finnick and then promptly exits the room. Bodie scoffs, but I can’t stop the giggle from escaping my lips, I’m starting to think she's always this bubbly and it's not just for the crowd. Mags bids us a goodnight as well, and soon it’s just me inbetween Finnick and Bodie, who’s looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m starting to think Prisca’s always that giddy no matter what. I know I've been bad at paying attention recently, but I honestly can't even imagine being as unaware as she is.”

This makes them laugh, and I see the ease slowly creep back into Bodies face. What I really want to ask is when do we start strategizing officially? I want to know how to act when we arrive tomorrow, and Finnick's opinion is one of the most important. But I refrain, not only for Bodies sake, but because there is no way for me to explain how I think we can work with the angle of how we know each other after his reaction to what the hosts said.

“Prisca is right! Wouldn’t want bags under our eyes on the way to the Hunger Games! Get some sleep Annie, you’re starting to look scary!”

Bodie attempts an impression of Prisca, and although hes being sarcastic it’s something I could imagine her saying. He gets up from the couch and tries to walk like her for a second before giving up and leaving the cart normally. It’s just Finnick and I in the cart now and once I’m sure Bodie is far enough away I ask what I’ve been wanting to the whole day.

“I know it seems like I wasn’t paying attention then, but I’ve been keeping track of everything. When do we start planning? Strategizing I mean, officially. I want to know how to act when we arrive tomorrow. I think we can really work with the angle of how we know each other. Because I want to be with Bodie the whole time, especially in the career pack, Bodie hasn't ever trained and-”

My voice cracks and I have to stop because tears are forming in my eyes. I quickly wipe them away, but when I look back in Finnicks green eyes, they are softer than I’ve ever seen them. He’s looking at me the way Muriel did when she said goodbye to me, like I’m a wounded and hopeless kitten, except it doesn’t make me feel that way. Somehow, I feel like he understands.

“How do I go into that arena with my best friend Finnick? I’m awful. I need him to be capable, not so he can win, so I dont have to die for him. He’s spent all day thinking about how awful this situation is and all I’ve done is think of how to make it work for us.”

I dont know what about Finnicks look made me trust him enough to say these things I barely even accepted I was feeling, but now my knees are to my chest and I’m sobbing. Maybe its because I know this conversation will stay between us, especially if I die within the next week. I go to stand up to leave the couch, embarrassed by my lack of composure, but Finnick places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. When I look at him again, he hesitates before he pulls me into a sidehug. Maybe my emotional spectrum is making him think I’ve gone mad since we last talked.

“You are not awful Annie. Don’t worry about any of that right now, you’re not evil for the way you’ve been feeling, and you’re right, the sooner we can strategize the better for you both. And about Bodie– You said he hasn’t trained before? He’s not as prepared for this emotionally as you are so of course he hasn’t started thinking from a players point of view yet. I think so far you’re doing great, and you have a point, the audience has already made notice of your friendship. He’ll benefit greatly from your expertise, and you will both benefit from being a team.”

I realize his voice lacks the charm he’d been speaking with earlier. These words come from the Finnick Odair I knew 5 years ago, the boy with a district 4 accent, not the Capitols darling who purrs just as posh as they do. It could be because we are alone, but I feel like he’s let his guard down with me. Even though he is one of my mentors, he did not have to genuinely comfort me, this is him treating me as a friend, not a tribute. By the way he continues to hug me like hes scared to touch me, I officially decide my random outburst has made him uncomfortable and try to fix it.

“I’m sorry. Thank you Finnick. I know you technically have to be helpful, but I appreciate it, even if I didn’t know you were my mentor until after dinner.”

He laughs and I can't help but notice his genuine smile, I decide I like it better then his smirk. I can’t help but blush at our proximity as I realize he truly has stayed just as sweet despite becoming quite handsome. Maybe this is how he gets all of his lovers in the Capitol, but that doesn’t seem right. They only show him as a smug man, who takes his lovers gifts and ditches them after one night, but the boy sitting in front of me seems too genuine for that. Half of District 4 would not believe me if I told them Finnick Odair held me as I cried, just out of the kindness of his heart, not for a lavish gift or an inexplicable amount of money.

“Technically, I just have to be here, I don’t really have to be helpful, but you’re lucky I like you Cresta. I have hope in you, especially if you can still throw knives like you did at thirteen years old.”

I feel the blush grow on my cheeks and feel silly. Although I used to be close friends with him, his statement of liking me gives me a feeling I can’t explain. Maybe it’s because of how genuine his words feel to me, like they are natural and take no effort for him to say, or because of how his sea green eyes stare into mine so thoughtfully, like he can see behind my eyes straight into my mind. I decide that if I win, I’ll put a lot of effort into making people see Finnick for who he really is. I’d also like to spend as much time looking into his eyes as possible, but nobody has to know that.

“I’d like to think I am. Maybe even a little bit more talented at throwing a spear, a couple of inches taller too. It’s weird because you look the same as you did at fourteen to me though?”

He gasps, feigning shock, then immediately stands and flexes his muscular arms and I can’t help but laugh. He throws on his smirk again, and shows off his growth in various ways, at one point even rubbing his hands over an obviously bare chin as if theres a beard.

“Go to bed boy, enough of that.”

Mags waddles into the cart, her bathrobe drags on the floor as she approaches the hot tea. Finnick puts his hand up to salute while her back is to us, but as soon as she turns he immediately puts his hand down.

“Yes ma'am! I mean Mags! We’ll go to bed now, sorry.”

His sentence starts with a cocky tone, but when she gives him an unamused face, he backs down. I try to contain my laughter at how he just acted, just like Muriel did when she’d try to get Skip in trouble not knowing my parents would just make them both do chores.

“She really put you in your place, huh?”

I whisper as we rush down to the cart where my bedroom is located. Finnick doesn't respond until we reach my door.

“Yeah she does that. She’s more like my mother than a colleague honestly.”

He wears a small smile, but I can see the pain he hides behind his eyes. I’d forgotten about his mothers passing, she was a lovely woman who raised Finnick on her own after her husband's death. Just like Bodies mom.

I walk into my room as he leans on the doorway. We just look at each other, and somehow it isn’t awkward, I feel like I’m examining him in a way I never have before, not recently at least. There is something so complex about him, the way he goes between his Capitol persona and real personality. I know it's important to act for sponsors, but this seems to go above and beyond that. I haven’t found an explanation for why he dates Capitol women, or acts so smug in front of Prisca, but it doesnt matter when he’s in front of me with guard down.

It’s like he snaps back to reality, he stands up straighter and takes his hand off the door frame.

“Sorry Annie, you should get to sleep. Prisca will wake you up for breakfast tomorrow. Goodnight.”

I barely have a chance to respond before he closes the door, leaving me alone. I’m glad Finnick is one of my mentors, I don’t think I could be in a better position. We’ll be able to come up with a way to get Bodie and I as far as possible.

As I begin to get ready for bed, the questions I’ve been ignoring become too loud to suppress. What would I do if it's Bodie and I in the final two? What would I do if Bodie tried to kill me? The worst thought is what would I do if I killed Bodie. I immediately hit my palm to my head hoping it will bring some sense to me.

I need to remain rational and composed, I can’t be thinking of these things now, not anytime before they happen. All I have to focus on is getting Bodie through training, into the career pack, and past the blood bath. We’ll have to separate at some point and there is no way for me to know when right now, when we haven't even arrived in the Capitol yet.

I’ve always been able to spend so much time caught up in my mind, especially on nights when sleep doesn't come to me easily. Normally the thoughts that keep me awake are harmless. If tomorrow will be hot, if they’ll continue the extended fishing quota, if my mother will make me run errands for her. I don't mind those thoughts, they don’t make me wish for silence. They’re nothing like my thoughts now about the inevitable death of my friend for my survival.

As I lay in the bed, I realize I’m starting to dislike being left alone. What comforted me just this morning suddenly leaves me spiraling and I’m horrified accept it, but, I think I have a new answer to my question from earlier in the justice building.

Who am I?

I’m Annie Cresta, a girl who would use her best friend being reaped to her advantage. This is true.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

thank you for reading!! i hope you guys enjoyed this long chapter, if you have any feedback/ thoughts message me or leave a comment because i’m open to ideas and criticisms!! i literally have no clue what im doing i just have an idea of annie as a career and a dream ngl. i also uploaded this on ao3, my user there is the same as here :)))

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