" you idiot! " for Laurel maybe? With a dash of angst for good measure dear author?🥺
I have other prompts that I'm getting to but I saw this and had immediate inspiration! And who can say no to 🥺 .
Take the context as you will :) See below!
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Something went wrong, as it tends to do. The two of you were out on a recon mission to [redacted] when you were discovered. Stupidly, or smartly, the opposition shot at a small gas line or tank or something close by. You felt the reaction boil in the air and threw yourself over Laurel, figuring with your capabilities you could dampen the heat and shock from the small explosion.
It was logical. You take most of the blow because you can actually survive it.
Laurel did not agree.
When you wake up in your bed, you wake to her standing next to you with her arms crossed and a glare on her face.
"Drink this." She hands you a water bottle. You take it and drink until your throat is coated and she grabs it back.
"Why did you do that." A question formed into a statement. She's angry.
"I-"
"Shut up, you idiot. Don't ever do that again." You feel her get angrier the longer she stares. Angry. Frustrated. Not scared, not sad. Not grateful. A mix of emotions that you weren't expecting.
"You're such a fucking idiot, I don't need to you to that kind of shit. Why would you do that?"
Please don't do that.
"Laurel, I-" you try and explain but she slams her hands into your pillow on either side of your head and comes nose to nose with you.
"If there is ever a situation where you need to choose between you and me or anyone, you need to choose your fucking self. Do you understand?" Her speech is stilted, she's trying to hold back. Trying. Emotions percolate beneath.
I need you to stay alive.
"I won't-"
"NO. You fucking will. You fucking will, this whole thing?!" She pulls back a bit and gestures to the room around her, "all of this? You being here? It's not worth it, MC!" She's almost boils over, her voice is raised and it cracks at the sound of your name.
I will never forgive myself if something happens to you.
"Laurel-" You start getting irritated, you saved her life and she's angry? She won't even let you speak. She won't even let you explain why it was better for you to take the blast. Why won't she let you? She never lets you.
"No, fuck!" She yanks herself off your pillow and throws the water bottle into the corner of your room. It bounces off the wall and the ground. Your eyes widen at her outburst, at how inappropriate it is, at how out of character it is.
She runs her hands through her hair, you can see her pulling at it "you shouldn't even be here!"
I want you.
"It's not worth it, this? This?! Me? It's not worth it, it's not worth you!" She gestures towards you and shakes her head. She pauses herself, forcing a breath down her throat. In and again. Breathe. She looks at you with conflicting emotions written across her face. She wipes it.
I need you.
"I- fuck." She breathes out and turns away towards the door, pausing as she opens it.
It's barely a whisper, but you hear it nonetheless, "I'm not worth it." She walks out and slams the door as a final word
I'm not worthy of you.










