#"If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish you must never catch a thing

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Lisichka

Request: Hii ! I hope it's okay to request Tartaglia and (a very shy) childhood!reader reuniting after many years and pining for one another? Reader knows him very well so they're not rlly shy around him...until they developed a crush on him. Which makes them timid and mildly awkward around him, and it really shows more and more. I had a thought of what if Tartaglia also has a crush on them around the same time? I hope this is okay and have a good one! ♡

Summary: Tartaglia returns home after fighting the narwhal. You try to avoid him, unwilling to face your crush after so many years, but he manages to meet with you anyway.

Note: Lisichka means little fox

cw: none

Word Count: 1081

Tartaglia x gn!reader

“Have you heard? Ajax is back.”

You’re walking around the local market when you catch wind of the first rumors. The speaker--one of the old women who spend every market day discussing everything from local drama to the contents of this month's delivery of various newspapers--speaks in a hushed voice.

“That’s only news, Marya. My husband has already been to Lev and Anya’s place. Ajax looked pretty beat up.”

If Marya’s question hadn’t caught your attention, the second speaker would have. 

You lift your groceries and approach Marya and Elizaveta.

“Ajax is back?”

Elizaveta gives you a measuring look. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. You spent so much time with the boy before Lev sent him off to join the Fatui.”

“You mean until they started avoiding him.?”

“Yes, yes. And blushing like---”

“I’ve been helping around my grandparent’s house,” you blurt. “So no, I hadn’t heard.”

Elizaveta chuckles. “In that case, yes, Ajax has come home. You should go visit him. I’m sure you’ll make his day.”

“I’m not sure he’d remember me.”

“Nonsense. I’d put money on the opposite being true.”

You sigh and tighten your scarf around your neck. “I’ll think about it. But I still have shopping to do. Have a good day, Mrs. Marya, Mrs. Elizaveta.”

Several days later, you walk up the path to Ajax’s home, a heavily wrapped pot of soup cradled in your arms.

A boy with a shock of red hair sits on the porch with a toy ruin guard in hand.

“Good day, Teucer. Is your mother around?”

Teucer looks up and grins. “Big Brother! Y/N is here!”

“Teucer,” you groan, “I’m not here to see Ajax. In fact, please give this to your mother. Tell her Katia sends her regards and that we hope Ajax gets well soon.”

You place the soup next to Teucer and hurries back down the path.

This was such a bad idea, you think to yourself. I can’t ever keep a straight face when he’s concerned.

Ajax steps out of the house, smiling into the collar of his thick, woolen coat.

Unbeknownst to you, the young harbinger watched the entire thing.

He picks up the soup and looks down at Teucer. “Did you say thank you?”

“I didn’t have a chance,” Teucer pouts. “Why are they acting so weird?”

Tartaglia laughs. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

A few days later, you find yourself sitting on the bank of a lake. 

You keep your eyes trained on the hole you made and the line disappearing into the water.

This is the only place in town where there aren’t curious looks and questions about Ajax’s health. It’s the one place where you don;t have to be reminded that after so many years of being his friend, you’re now too cowardly to meet him face to face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the snow crunch behind you, though the footsteps are soft enough that it could be any small animal.

“Lisichka, Lisichka. Are you done running from me?”

The familiar nickname startles you out of your reverie.

You turn, ever so slowly, to find a pair of bright blue eyes twinkling at you.

“I never ran from you.”

Ajax sits next to you. “Are you sure about that, Lisichka? I recall that before I left to join Fatui, you wouldn’t look me in the eye. And I saw you run from my house the other day.”

“I---”

“Got a bite yet?” Ajax changes the topic of conversation, much to your relief.

“No. Not yet. Though I might not, now that your pretty face is here.”

“If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish, you must never catch a thing.”

You open your mind to reply, only for your brain to finally register your words and his reply.

“I--- How are you feeling, Ajax? I heard you were hurt.”

This time you’re the one to change topics, though you’re certain he’s aware that it’s a desperate attempt to keep from addressing the proverbial bear in the room.

Tartaglia holds out a hand and you frown at the clear tremor. “Fontaine was a little rough,” he admits. “I don’t recommend fighting a whale for a couple months.”

“A whale? How do you fight a whale?”

“Not easily. And I lost miserably. I don’t like Fontaine’s Iudex--though I want to fight him again one day---, but I’m not sure I’d have survived if he and the traveler hadn’t intervened.”

“You were never careful with yourself,” you comment. “Even less so after your three day disappearance.”

Ajax huffs. “This wasn’t my fault. There was a lot of weird stuff going on.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure. You know you go looking for trouble and when you aren’t it has a habit of finding you.”

“You know me so well, my Lisichka.”

“I thought we were too old for pet names like that, Ajax.”

“Says who? You were my Lisichka when we were kids. Why can’t you be now?” 

You raise your eyes to the sky, where the constellations lay hidden.

“Because if you keep using pet names like that, I’m going to get the impression that you’re not just a childhood friend.”

Ajax reaches over and cups your cheek, turning your face so that your eyes meet his. “If you did I would be awfully happy. I’ve been trying to get your attention for years.”

“You mean…”

“Silly fox, I have liked you for a while now.”

“I bet I’ve liked you longer.”

“You wanna bet?”

Tartaglia tosses your fishing rod to the side and opens his arms to you. “Will you be mine?”

You let him pull you close, brows furrowing when the movement makes him stiffen. You rest a hand on his shoulder, feeling the bandages that deform his sweater.

“Of course, but please, please be more careful.”

“I love you, Lisichka, but I can’t make that promise.”

“I know. It was worth asking.”

As you start to doze in the safety, you can’t help but ask, “Why Lisichka?”

Ajax laughs, smiling into your hair. “Because, a teenage me had no other way to flirt with his best friend and you looked so cute playing in the snow.”

You join him in laughter. “I guess you win.”

“Oh?”

“I started running from you because I realized that I wanted it to be more.”

You yawn, eyes fluttering shut.

“Sleep, Lisichka. I will be here when you wake.”

#I think if tartaglia flirted with me like that I'd probably die blushing #"If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish you must never catch a thing #It would probably work #At least if I was in the reader's place #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x gn!reader #childe x gn!reader #tartaglia fluff #childe fluff #tartaglia fic #childe fic #genshin impact #genshin #sfw #genshin fluff #teyvat talk #request: anon

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request: Wayne & Steve bonding. Can be 5+1 with the party members seeing it & then the +1 can be Steve realizing that Wayne is his safe adult & that he is included by both Wayne & Eddie (his partner) as a Munson

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY PLATONIC LOVE!!!! ALSO HAPPY 100TH WORK ON AO3 FOR ME!!!! I had started another request but then realized my 100th work needed to have Wayne. Like, it was a no brainer. I love Wayne Munson with my entire heart. He loves Steve with his entire heart. Here we are! - Mickala ❤️

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one

It started out pretty awkward.

Eddie had suggested the fishing trip, said it would be great for them to bond and get to know each other.

“Steve’s not goin’ anywhere, and Wayne’s approval is more important to me than anything else, so you might as well find some common ground,” he said to them both over dinner.

So Steve agreed to this fishing trip, and he agreed to let Wayne pick the place and drive them there and provide all the necessary tools.

He didn’t know how to fish so it made sense that he didn’t make any of the decisions.

Of course, Wayne didn’t know he didn’t know how to fish. He’d maybe made it sound like he used to go when he was younger, before his dad stopped showing any interest in spending time with him.

But his dad wasn’t really ever around, and certainly didn’t do anything to bond with him, so here he was.

Trying to pretend he knew how a worm went on a hook.

Wayne hadn’t said much, though Eddie had already warned him that it didn’t mean he didn’t like him, he just didn’t usually say much unless he knew you well.

He was pretty focused on baiting his own hook, or that’s what Steve thought it was called, and Steve didn’t really think it would go well if he interrupted to ask stupid questions.

“You’ve never done this before, have ya?” Wayne suddenly asked, not looking up from his hook.

“Um. No sir?” Steve replied.

No point in lying when it was so obvious he had no clue what he was doing.

Wayne finally looked at him, his eyes squinted as he searched his face.

“You want some help with that?” he finally asked Steve.

“Please.”

Wayne didn’t take the hook and worm from him though. Instead, he gently scooted closer and started showing Steve how to do it himself.

“There ya go! Now, professionals use different bait and hooks and all kindsa stuff I don’t have the patience for. We just use worms cuz they’re cheap and work just fine. You ever cast your own line or you need me to show ya?”

“I can watch you and then try,” Steve replied.

This was going…well. Wayne seemed eager to help instead of annoyed like Steve thought he would be.

He watched Wayne cast his line out, reeling it in just a bit once the bobber hit the water.

“Why do you reel it in like that?” Steve asked, genuinely curious.

“Keeps the line tight so you can see any movement. If the bait ain’t on there good, a fish might be able to wiggle it off, but if you see the line moving, you might be able to still catch him,” Wayne said quietly. “Think you can do it?”

Steve didn’t think he could, but he wanted to impress Wayne.

And then he did it.

“I did it!” he said, maybe a bit too loud for the environment.

“You did! Proud of ya!” Wayne said back, big smile on his face.

He didn’t seem to care that Steve was so loud he probably scared all the damn fish away, or that it was such a simple task that Steve accomplished.

He was just proud.

And when Steve caught his first fish 20 minutes later, he could have sworn he saw Wayne wipe a tear from his eye.

—---

two

“Invite him over,” Wayne suggested.

“To your house?” Steve said as he stopped putting his shoes on.

“Yeah. We got plenty of snacks. Lucas seems like a nice kid. He puts up with Eddie and that Max girl. Must be an angel actually,” Wayne snorted.

Steve looked at him, and at the tv that was already tuned in to the channel the basketball game would be on.

“If you’re sure…” Steve said, removing his shoes again to go call Lucas.

“Tell him to bring his ball and we can practice after! Only if you promise to go easy on me, I’m an old man,” Wayne added as he sipped on his beer.

Steve was quick on the phone, smiling to himself when Lucas seemed so excited about getting to hang out with Steve and Wayne.

Lucas made it just as the game started, sweating from the bike ride over.

“Grab a pop from the fridge and take a seat, kiddo,” Wayne said from his armchair.

“Is Eddie here?” Lucas asked as he did what Wayne said and sat down on the couch next to Steve.

“Nope. Had physical therapy and then band practice. Won’t see that boy until near midnight, I’d say.”

Steve nodded in agreement.

Eddie always got distracted at band practice, especially if they started smoking. Wayne always told him to call if he needed a ride, but not if he needed bail.

The game was intense, and all of them ended up standing on their feet pacing for the last two minutes of it. It was so back and forth, so close, they were almost certain it would go to overtime.

It didn’t though, and Wayne hugged both Steve and Lucas excitedly.

“Alright, who wants to go shoot some hoops?”

Steve knew for a fact the Munsons didn’t have a basketball net. Eddie wasn’t a sports guy and Wayne didn’t have time until pretty recently to have any hobbies.

But Steve and Lucas followed him onto the back porch and Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the small cement pad now had a basketball net.

“When did you get that?”

“Well, when Eddie mentioned you still liked to play for fun, I figured it’d be nice to have. Not a lot of space out here for a real game, but it’s somethin’.”

Wayne looked shy, almost nervous, which was something he never was.

“You got this for Steve?” Lucas asked him.

“Yeah. You’re welcome to come over and practice anytime, too,” he said to Lucas with a smile.

“Seriously? This is awesome!” Lucas took his ball and ran down the porch steps to start shooting at the net.

“You got this for me?” Steve asked Wayne, still slightly surprised by the gesture.

“Yeah, kid. Want you to feel like this is your home too, ya know?”

“Oh.”

Steve wasn’t gonna cry, he wasn’t.

He hugged Wayne quickly, then joined Lucas. Wayne sat on the porch and watched for a bit, cheering when Lucas managed to score on him three times in a row.

Surprisingly, Eddie came home in the midst of an intense one on one match.

He took one look at Steve and Lucas, and turned to Wayne.

“Since when do we support jockhood in this house?” he asked him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Since you fell in love with one,” Wayne smirked.

“I’m not- we haven’t- Wayne!” Eddie sputtered before going back inside.

Wayne shook his head, but continued watching Steve and Lucas competing against each other, hopefully for the first of many times.

—------

three

Max should go home. She couldn’t just hide at the Munson trailer every single time her mom had to work late.

She had to face her fears and just stay home alone.

But Eddie was here having a mini-session with Mike, Will, and Lucas, and she felt better being around all of them than being in her house.

Plus, Wayne had made her hot chocolate and let her taste test the cookies he made.

She wasn’t playing, but she watched the entire time, sipping on her hot chocolate and watching Wayne out of the corner of her eye.

He was in the kitchen baking something new, but had told her she couldn’t try this one yet.

It looked like a cake, but it had a lot of steps to it and she couldn’t be quite sure when he kept moving things from counter to counter and then counter to oven.

At exactly 7:00, Eddie clapped his hands, thanked everyone for coming, and told them to get out.

“How’s the cake comin’ old man? Steve’s gonna be here in 20 minutes!” Eddie said as he started frantically cleaning up.

Max watched as they both seemed to rush through their tasks, ignoring her entirely, maybe even forgetting she was still on the couch.

And then it hit her.

“Shit! It’s Steve’s birthday, isn’t it?” she asked.

Wayne and Eddie both stood in the doorway of the kitchen looking at her.

“Have you been here this whole time?” Eddie asked.

“Ed, I forgot the powdered sugar,” Wayne said suddenly.

“Fuck!” Eddie said, exasperated.

“Language!” Wayne huffed out, turning back to his cake. “I think my Ma used to just blend regular sugar to make it so she didn’t have to pay for it. Let me see how much sugar we got.”

“Max, let me walk you home,” Eddie said, forcing a smile.

But just as she was getting up to let him, not wanting to push him too much when he was so obviously stressed, the front door opened and Steve walked in.

“You will never believe what this woman did at closing time tonight. I thought Robin was going to have to go to jail. Oh. Hey Max.”

Steve paused as he took in the looks of panic on Max and Eddie’s face and the chaos happening in the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” Steve asked, suddenly worried.

“Everything’s great! Actually, can you walk Max home?”

“Is that Steve?” Wayne asked from the kitchen, peeking around the doorway. “Dammit, I need 10 minutes!”

Eddie shooed Steve back out the door and Max followed without being asked.

When the door shut behind them, Steve looked at Max with a confused look.

“Happy birthday, I guess?” she shrugged.

“Oh. Is that today?” he asked.

“Apparently. I don’t think the Munsons understand the idea behind not celebrating birthdays.”

Steve laughed, smiling fondly at the closed front door.

“Alright, well. Let’s get you home so they can embarrass me without an audience.”

They walked down the road to Max’s trailer in silence. Max didn’t mind it with Steve, it felt like they both needed it.

But when they arrived at her house, she turned to Steve and hugged him.

“All good, red?” he asked as he hugged her back.

“Yeah. Just glad we have them.”

“Who? The Munsons?”

“Yeah. They’re pretty great.”

Steve smiled down at her.

“Yeah, they’re alright.”

—----------

four

Nancy spent a lot of time at the library. Probably more than anyone else in Hawkins.

She’d seen it all.

The nerds using it to study, the old people reading the newspaper, the kids being brought by their moms for storytime.

She’d never once seen a Munson.

Until today.

Wayne Munson was standing in the aisle of books that held books about gardening.

He looked lost, and she wanted to help.

“Hey, Wayne right?” she whispered.

He jumped, but then relaxed when he saw it was just a young woman.

“Yes, and you are?”

“Nancy. You probably don’t remember, but I was with everyone when Eddie was brought into the hospital,” she said, hating to bring up bad memories, but needing him to know that she knew Eddie.

“Ah, yes. Mike’s sister?”

“That’s me.” She cleared her throat. “You look like you need some help. I’m basically a librarian for how often I’m here, so maybe I can help?”

“Yeah. I’m lookin’ for a book about trees that can grow here easily. All these seem to be about tropical plants.”

He was right. For some reason, most of the books available were about tropical plants or encyclopedias about flowers.

“There is one…hold on.” Nancy walked a few feet away and looked at the one book she knew would have the information he needed. “Here it is!” She handed it to him. “Any specific tree you’re looking for?”

“Well, I’m gonna plant a tulip tree in the backyard, but I need to know what it needs.”

Nancy smiled.

“You a fan of tulip trees?”

“Ah can’t say I care either way. But Steve likes ‘em and he’s been feelin’ a bit down lately, so figured it might make him smile.”

Nancy frowned.

“He’s been down?” she asked.

Admittedly, she hadn’t seen him much lately, but that was because he was busy working with Robin and spending his free time with Eddie or the kids.

“Well, it ain’t my business to say, but his parents came to town last week and he ain’t been the same since. He won’t talk about it, not even with Ed,” Wayne sounded sad, but also angry.

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I know they’re frustrating to say the least. But he’ll be alright. I’m glad he has you to cheer him up,” she smiled at him.

“Me too. You won’t tell him about this yet, right?”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

—-------------

five

Robin was hot.

“Steve, there is no way this pool takes this long to clean,” she said from her chair.

“Maybe it wouldn’t if I had help,” Steve said with a sigh.

“I think he’s expecting us to help him,” Eddie said from his chair next to her, not opening his eyes to actually look.

“It’s not as hot in the pool,” he tried to bribe them.

“As if we would get in that untreated dirty water!” Eddie exclaimed.

“We have all literally been covered in Upside Down dust and demo-creature blood.”

“Against our will!” Robin exclaimed.

“Alright, I’m calling Wayne,” Steve said as he got out of the pool.

Not even 20 minutes later, Steve was walking back outside, Wayne trailing behind him in a bathing suit.

“I’m scraping the bottom first so I can scoop any debris out before I treat it,” Steve explained to him. “I think that last storm we got just got a lot of heavier limbs in it so there’s more than I expected.”

“And these two are just watching?”

“We’re supervising. Here for emergencies and getting him drinks when needed,” Eddie said.

“Right. So I’ll take a cold beer,” Wayne said with a smirk.

Eddie moved his sunglasses off his face and glared at him.

“You just came from inside.”

“And now I’m hot. Get me a beer or go home.”

Robin watched the exchange like a tennis match, then turned to Steve who was getting back in the pool like he was used to this kind of thing happening all the time.

“I’m so glad he called you,” she said to Wayne as Eddie grumbled his way inside.

“Me too,” Wayne said, no hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Robin watched them work, taking in the way Wayne explained the best way to treat the pool (“shock it, but then focus on the filter itself, not just the actual pool”) and how long it should sit.

An hour later, they were finishing up the main part of the treatment, and Wayne knocked Steve’s shoulder.

“Great job, kid. Probably wanna let it sit overnight so no one’s skin is burnin’ though.”

“What?! We can’t even swim today?” Eddie shrieked.

“Go swim in the bathtub. Better yet, a puddle in the road,” Wayne yelled back at him. He turned back to Steve. “You comin’ for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, let me clean up first. Want me to bring anything?”

“Just yourself, you know that.”

Wayne turned to go, and grabbed Eddie’s ear.

“Ow!”

“You’re comin’ with me. You got some stuff to do around the trailer before I let you come over here and swim.”

“I’m a grown man!”

“And grown men clean up before their boyfriends come over. Let’s go.”

Wayne walked away, knowing Eddie would follow him.

Robin couldn’t help the loud laugh she let out as Eddie scrambled to follow, nearly tripping over his own feet when he stopped to kiss Steve quickly before leaving the back patio.

“They’re a blast,” Robin said when they were gone.

“They’re the best,” Steve said fondly.

—----------

plus one

It was too late for someone to be knocking on the door, but Wayne knew better than to ignore it.

Too many late night knocks had been because of emergencies.

“Go back to bed, Ed,” he said to Eddie when he saw him coming out of his bedroom, half asleep and half naked.

But he knew Eddie would be curious and wasn’t surprised when he followed him to the front door.

“Steve?”

He had an armful of Steve as soon as he said his name, wrapping his arms around him protectively.

It was damn near two in the morning, why the hell was he here?

“Are you hurt, son?”

He heard Steve let out a loud sob against his chest and he quickly pulled him inside all the way, closing the door so the neighbors wouldn’t hear and get nosy.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked from behind Wayne.

“Go get some water for him, Ed,” Wayne said over his shoulder. “Steve? What happened?”

“They kicked me out. They found out about Eddie and kicked me out,” Steve said between sobs and panting breaths.

“Alright. Let’s sit down for a minute,” Wayne tried to stay calm, but anger was coursing through his body.

Who could kick out their own son? Especially over something so small?

He shouldn’t be surprised that the Harringtons would, but it still felt like someone poured cold water over him.

“I don’t know what to do. I have nowhere to go,” Steve whimpered.

“Now that right there is nonsense, son. You got us right here, don’t ya? You think we’d let you be homeless when Ed’s got a perfectly good bed for you to sleep in? Hell, ya sleep in it most nights a week anyway.” Wayne sighed, running his hands up and down Steve’s back as they sat on the couch. “You belong here with us. It’s their loss and someday they’ll have to live with the regret of hurtin’ you. But you’re my kid, and you ain’t gonna be livin’ on the streets. Understand me?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

Eddie walked in silently with a glass of water, fear in his eyes.

Wayne gave him a look and hoped he was communicating that he shouldn’t ask right now.

“You wanna have some water for me? Maybe a nice hot shower and then bed?” Wayne asked.

Steve nodded.

“Look at me, Steve.” He waited for Steve to look at him. “You’re my son. I love you and I want you to be here. You deserve to be loved just as you are.”

Steve sniffled, trying to hold back another sob as he nodded.

Wayne watched him sip on the water for a few minutes, and watched as Eddie walked him to the bathroom to make sure he had everything he needed for a shower.

He never understood how parents could look at their children and feel anything but the purest form of love.

Steve may not be his biologically, but he was practically a Munson since the day he carried Eddie out of Hell.

If Wayne had to help him out his own version of Hell, then he’d do it with a smile on his face and praise on his tongue.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #wayne munson #5+1 things #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #request #ficlet #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #supportive wayne munson

[saturdaykru]

the wolf and the lamb - B. Blake x reader

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playlist ! this one is pretty long tbh, i cannot sleep, can only write

Bellamy Blake x grounder!reader - Dropship

You stumble across a knocked-out person, and you drag his body to your cave not knowing what to do; if only you knew what this would lead to.

cw: smut, lots of plot, violence, nsfw

Finding unusual things in the first wasn't uncommon. In fact, it became a normal occurrence for me. I had loved studying the animals in the Trigeda, always finding them astounding, every one acting a different way, how they'd interact with each other.

It was different from how humans interacted, with the animals it was peaceful; the circle of life. And with humans it was tough, always using violence as the first means of answer, their reasoning always being 'Jus drein jus daun.'

Blood must have blood.

Lincoln had told me about the boat people, how my views and theirs didn't share many differences. But I knew I couldn't condemn my life to one stuck on the water, surrounded by miles and miles of sea and fish.

I loved the wholly green trees, and the spots of color by the flowers when a welcoming spring came; a sign of forgiveness from the harsh conditions of a rough winter just weeks before, when the animals would go into hiding.

When the Sky People initially landed it scared off the animals for miles around the drop ship, it took two weeks for them to return to their natural acts.

I knew Trikru weren't fond of the Sky People, they were like all the other clans- instantly resorting to violence and wars. They fit right in here on Earth.

So when I found a boy who bore the symbols of Skaikru in the middle of the forest unconscious, I had to do something.

I knew what they'd do to him if they found him here, and I'd never forgive myself if I let that happen knowing I could've done something.

I had tried picking him up but he was fairly heavy, and I was fairly weak. I felt bad dragging him, not knowing what lay between the grass but it was the only option I had.

Luckily for him, my cave was nearby.

I dragged him all the way inside my cave before assessing what had happened.

I felt very awkward feeling him up and down, feeling as though I was invading his personal space; which I was. But it was for the greater good.

I think.

Once I was sure he didn't have any wounds I felt his face, his freckles, and dirt hid underneath my palms as I cupped his cheeks. His temperature was high but he was breathing fine, possibly dehydration? Starvation? Either way, I couldn't do anything until he woke up.

I removed his jacket and placed it under his head as a sort of pillow while also trying to take his body temperature down I rubbed a cloth with water across his dirty face.

Once the dirt was off his features were much more prominent, his freckles littered his face with underbags like he hadn't had a good night's rest in days. My guess was either blue or green eyes.

Deciding to let him sleep I backed away from the boy. I stepped towards my meat rack and grabbed two pieces of provisions, then placed the meat on the metal rack above the smoke to get something ready for when he awoke.

It didn't take long for him to wake up, the smell of cooked meat filled the cave in a warm atmosphere.

The boy shot up, looking around cluelessly before his eyes landed on me. He instinctively grabbed for a knife, instead gripping onto nothing.

I probably should've dressed less like a grounder.

I knew little of English, only really hearing it when I went to Trikru villages or Polis.

He backed up into the cave wall, struggling to stand on his feet.

"Shhh," I spoke softly, placing my hands out in a calming manner, if I could calm animals I could calm humans right?

"Where am I?" His voice was loud and rough, it boomed off the walls of the cave.

"Cave," I simply state, grabbing my knife from my pocket as the boy's eyes widen. I knew he'd feel safer if he thought he was in control. I tossed the knife over to him, showing him I had no other weapons.

He quickly leaned in to grab it, now aiming it towards me.

"Why am I here?" His voice was less louder this time, but still fairly rough in octaves.

"Asleep in the forest,"

The dots seemed to connect in his mind as he lowered the knife, still weary about my every move.

My hand slowly went to my side, grabbing my canteen and sliding it across the floor to him.

"Drink," I demanded, giving my best trusting smile.

He kicked it back to me, untrusting the contents. If I wanted him dead I would've done it when he was asleep in the middle of the forest!

Even animals trust easier than this.

"You first," He said.

I rolled my eyes and took the canteen to my lips, taking a small sip to save the rest for him.

Sliding it once again to him he swiftly took it and drank the remaining contents in a very fast manner, like he's never tasted water that good before. His swift actions made a giggle erupt from me, making him look weirdly at me.

"Why?" He asked, placing the knife in its respective holster.

I looked at him confused, unsure of what he was referring to.

"Why save me?"

I thought about the words for a moment, unsure of how much trig he knew- or if he knew any at all.

"I am much kinder than Trikru," I said, walking towards the smoke rack. "Food, eat,"

He wasn't sure if he could trust me, even after I just saved his life, he thought I'd want some unrepayable favor back, or that I was just waiting for my leader to show up.

I sighed and walked to the wall of the cave, sitting down and leaning back on my arms. "Okay, starve," I said.

His face was one of inner debating, not taking long before getting up and taking his share of the meat.

"What's your name?" He asked, now sitting down in the same spot he was before, which was fairly close to me. Though he held the knife in his hands as he ate; I didn't mind.

"Many questions," I say with a smile, "y/n."

He never returned my smile, instead turning his expression into one of seriousness "I'm gonna have questions for the person who dragged me to this cave,"

I scoffed, "You have a knife, gonot,"

There was no use in helping someone who won't take it, it's like chasing a rabbit who doesn't wanna be chased.

The boy rolled his eyes, his head shaking as well, he knew enough to know I told him to leave. He used his knee to prop himself up, heading towards the cave entrance with one last look at me.

Brown eyes. He had deep, brown eyes.

It had been a few days since my last encounter with the brown-eyed boy. I hadn't thought about him much, only before I went to bed, when I woke up, when I was watching animals, and when I was talking to Lincoln. I'd like to think that wasn't much.

I couldn't shake the fact he hadn't even thanked me for saving his life, nobody had ever treated me with such coldness before. Especially after I help them. Maybe it was just a Skaikru thing, maybe they weren't used to common courtesy. He hadn't even told me his name.

The boy on the other hand had also been thinking of me, the grounder who saved him.

Though he didn't like that word.

Instead, he told everyone he camped out in a cave with a grounder that he held hostage. He couldn't believe the grounders were kind, not after the lives they took, the torture they put Skaikru through. But he couldn't help repeating my name in his head, repeating that day over and over.

A grounder saved him.

I wasn't sure why I was so drawn to the boy with the brown eyes, but I just knew I was.

Walking through the forest I was picking random flowers, feeling bad for them as I was ripping them from their bodies stuck to the ground, but it made great feed for the rabbits.

I was twirling the daisy between my fingers when a loud voice boomed off the barks of the trees, scaring the crows from their nests.

"Don't move!" I heard a voice yell from behind me.

My entire body froze in fear, I had never been put in a situation like this, never having made many enemies.

"Turn around, slowly!"

I did as told, moving as slowly as I could until I was face to face with a boy, this wasn't the boy from the cave, this one had bright blue eyes you could see from miles away and a messy middle part with a particularly big nose.

I felt like a deer that was spooked by hunters, everything in me was telling me to run, escape, and take my chances. But my legs wouldn't cooperate with my head. I couldn't take this guy on, I wasn't a fighter, I never learned.

He could sense the fear radiating off me, "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, grounder." He spoke with such spite as if I was a disease or plague.

I couldn't form any sentences, my heart was beating against the cage of my chest, and I prayed that anybody would come and save me.

I didn't wanna die.

I didn't wanna die before learning his name.

I was about to die and he was the first thing I was thinking of, unbelievable.

"Speak!" He shouted once again, stepping closer to me with his gun aiming towards my head.

"Murphy!" The familiar voice filled my ears.

Murphy, I'm assuming, looked back quickly before letting out an angry groan.

The brown-eyed boy appeared, and when he saw the scene he was angry.

He marched up to Murphy and grabbed ahold of his jacket, making him drop the gun.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He yelled into Murphy's face, still gripping his jacket as strong as ever, he practically lifted him up.

"Finishing the job man!" Murphy tried pushing the boy off but it was no use, fear seeped into Murphy's voice.

"Finishing the job?" He repeated though it wasn't a question.

"C'mon, Bellamy, she's just a stupid-," Murphy tried reasoning.

Bellamy.

"She's what!?" Bellamy yelled, slamming Murphy into a tree before grabbing him again, "She's what!?"

I couldn't lie to myself, seeing this side of Bellamy was attractive. Knowing he was already so protective over me, I couldn't let him kill Murphy.

"Bellamy!" I shouted.

Bellamy didn't look towards me, instead, he glared into Murphy's eyes before throwing him down and backing away towards the dropped gun.

Only then did he meet my gaze, examining me from feet away to make sure Murphy didn't harm me.

Murphy took a while to regain his composure, standing up and dusting himself off while looking between us.

"Let's go," Bellamy said, looking towards Murphy.

Bellamy stole another glance at me before leaving for their ship, leaving me standing there still processing everything.

That day came and went, and so did the next. I had begun missing Bellamy, I roamed the woods hoping I'd run into him but I never did.

I even debated on just running into their camp, but the big weaponry scared me off. All I could do was hope and pray he was okay, that Trikru hadn't gotten to him first.

I spoke with Lincoln the day after the incident, I told him about Bellamy, about Murphy. And he admitted he too saved a girl from Skaikru, she was Bellamy's sister, and she wasn't like the rest. Octavia was kind, and gentle with Lincoln, a calm contrast to the way most people had treated him.

I was happy for Lincoln, he found someone he was interested in, and it was nice to have someone relate to the same experiences I was going through.

Bellamy was worrying about me just as much as well. After the previous incident, he wasn't sure I could handle myself if another person were to threaten me. The thought alone had his blood boiling.

He wanted me there, in camp, where he knew I'd be safe. But after what happened with the grounders he didn't think the rest of the camp would like that idea.

He tried everything to go outside the walls, to even catch a glimpse of me but he knew the camp needed him there now. The wall wouldn't build itself. He'd always find his mind coming back to me, carefree picking flowers and talking to the animals.

Most would find it crazy but he found it mesmerizing. In such a dark world there was such beauty, and I knew how to find it in even the darkest of times.

I was in my cave when I heard someone call me.

"y/n."

It was Lincoln.

I smiled when I saw him, Lincoln was one of my best friends, well, my only best friend.

"Yea?" I ask, walking up to him, his expression is a mix of anger and worry.

"They're going to attack tonight, the bridge,"

Lincoln didn't need to explain further for me to know what he was talking about.

Trikru was going to march on Skaikru.

I needed to warn them.

I swiftly ran past Lincoln, but he quickly grabbed my arm.

"Lincoln! I need to-"

"Be safe."

I gave him a nod before rushing off to the drop ship, my mind only worrying about Bellamy and his people. With every step, the sky got darker, and my legs began to get sore but I had to push through.

And then I saw it.

The big wooden fence made of scraps.

"Grounder!" I heard one of the men atop the wall yell. "Don't move!"

Bellamy was the first to open the doors, his face turned to one of surprise, but I didn't have time for reunions.

"Don't shoot! She is safe!" Bellamy yelled.

I ran to him, "Bellamy," I looked into his eyes, "They're attacking soon, from the bridge," His expression dropped to a more serious look.

"We know," He said, "Ravens working on a bomb right now,"

My face must've contorted enough for him to notice.

"For the bridge," He finished with a smile.

A breath of relief passed through my lips.

"Come in, I'll catch you up."

It took him an hour to explain everything, from Murphy going missing to him returning with a temporary sickness infecting everyone but the immune. It was something Trikru did to thin out the battlefield, my heart felt for all the souls who couldn't make it past the sickness.

"Bellamy!" I heard a girl from outside his tent call, he gave me a look before exiting the tent and I curiously followed, receiving stares from everyone around us.

"Raven? What's up?" He asked Raven, she had a tan complexion with a high ponytail.

"We did it, now we just need to make it there and shoot it."

Bellamy nodded, "I'll do it,"

I immediately looked towards him, "No!"

"I have to, it's for my people," He said, now looking down towards me.

I couldn't stand the thought of possibly losing him, what if something went wrong and he never came back?

"There isn't any other way?" I pleaded, worry evident in my face and tone.

"Our other shooters are too sick and I'm the last good shot," His hands went to my arms in a comforting matter, "I'll be back before you even know it."

His words did little to calm my worries, but I knew he was set on his decision. All I could do was nod in reply.

Raven handed him a sniper and mixture, "Pour the gunpowder around the jelly, then run far away."

With every word she spoke, I could feel the fear and sadness crawl up my spine.

Bellamy was ready to leave but before he did he looked at me before approaching another boy "If anything happens to her, they answer to me, got it?"

The boy nodded his head in reply.

I watched as he left the gates and as they slowly closed behind him, the anxiety growing within everyone in the camp. If Bellamy failed, it was over for everyone else as well.

For the next few hours, I stayed in Bellamy's tent, lying in his bed and curled up under his blanket which still smelled like him. I was beyond worried for him, I hadn't known him long but I deeply cared for him.

"Don't think I just forgot." I heard a voice say, now entering the tent. It was Murphy.

The same scared feeling returned throughout my body.

"What do you want?" I ask, sitting up off the bed, trying to seem as tough as possible knowing deep down I was terrified of the man standing in front of me.

"You made me look weak!" He shouted at me, his grip on the knife becoming stronger as his knuckles clouded over with a white shade.

"I don't know what you mean," I tried defending myself, Murphy stepped closer and brought the knife to my throat. The cold metal sent shivers and goosebumps down my body.

I wanted so desperately to defend myself, to take action, but I just couldn't.

"Shouldve done it when I had the chance,"

"Done what," Bellamy said before entering.

I almost started crying at the sight of Bellamy, his curly hair now matted in the dirt, but he never looked more handsome.

Murphy instantly dropped the knife and turned around, the moment he did Bellamy's fist locked with Murphy's face, making him scramble on the ground. Bellamy grabbed Murphy by the collar of his jacket and dragged him to the gate, not even letting him get up.

What scared me most is the fact Bellamy hadn't said a word since he found us.

The gates opened and he threw Murphy to the ground, giving him a nice kick to go with it.

Once Murphy was out of the way the gates closed, everyone watching in worry and fear as whispers erupted from the crowd.

Nobody had ever protected me like Bellamy had, I felt more safe with him than I've ever felt before.

Bellamy wasted no time in returning to the tent, seeing me wait there for him.

I ran into his arms and cupped his cheeks, locking our lips together finally.

His hands snaked down to my lower back, pulling me closer into his embrace as he led me to the bed laying me down gently.

I pulled away to catch my breath and he took this time to shrug his jacket off.

"I missed you," I said breathily, smiling up at him while he took his shirt off, revealing his toned chest which I swiftly ran my hands over, feeling every crevice, wanting to engrave the feeling into the pads of my fingers.

"I missed you too, princess," He returned my smile slyly, sneaking his hands under my top and sliding it off with ease, revealing my bare chest as he looked in complete awe.

Being under his gaze made my face flush with a deep red, suddenly feeling vulnerable, it didn't take him long to get his hands working up and down my body, feeling over my breasts and sides before slipping my pants down slowly revealing my soaked cunt, I bit my lip at the coldness meeting my warm pussy.

Bellamy let out a groan, feeling his bulge harden against his tight jeans. Tossing my jeans to the side he slid his fingers in between my slit, coating his fingers in the juices and trailing them up my thighs.

"This fine, princess?" He asked, staring into my eyes with his beautiful brown eyes.

I nodded my head quickly, needing this more than anything at the moment.

I heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper become undone. His hands grabbed my thighs and spread them open before lining himself up with my hole.

Bellamy let out a soft groan after only pressing his tip into me, he slowly pushed deeper into me causing sweet moans and pants to fill the tent.

It was the sweetest sound Bellamy had ever heard, he needed to hear more.

Once Bellamy was fully inside me he began slowly grinding his hips into me, not wanting to fully pull out. The feeling was ecstatic, unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

My hands reached for anything to grab onto, landing on his arms I grabbed onto them as the pain flooded my body from the abuse my sweet spot was going through.

"Doing so good," Bellamy groaned out, grabbing ahold of my hips while my legs wrapped around his waist. He gazed at the facial expressions I was making, the faster he pounded the better they got to him.

Bellamy wanted to be rough with me, to thrust into me until I couldn't take it anymore, but he knew he needed to be gentle with me. At least for now.

His grip on my hips forced me to stay still, unable to properly arch my back making him hit the deepest spots in me. I knew I couldn't last, I knew my climax was reaching me this soon.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Bell!" I moaned out loudly, my climax washing over my body as I shook in Bellamy's grip.

The tightening of my pussy drove Bellamy crazy, he couldn't be gentle, not like this, not when I was below him being so irresistible.

His slow thrusts soon turned rough and fast, each thrust ending with wet and lewd sounds.

Tears began streaming down my cheeks at the overstimulation, my hands going to his chest trying to push him away but my attempts were futile.

"Just keep looking pretty under me," Bellamy said, his eyes not looking away from my face, only taking quick glances toward my breasts.

His praises were addicting, making my legs start to shake erratically.

His face was coated in a thin layer of sweat, causing his skin to shine as the light from the small lantern lit the side of his face, I wanted to remember this moment forever, him above me making me feel so insanely good; better than anyone could ever make me feel.

Bellamy's hand trailed up my body and to my neck, he squeezed lightly giving him a better angle to fuck into me.

The pressure on my neck was enough to make me cum again, my body shook uncontrollably as another orgasm washed over me, painting Bellamy's cock in a thick white layer, making it easier to slip in and out of me.

Bellamy was close to his own climax, chasing the high.

"All mine, all mine," He breathed out, leaning down and kissing my neck while giving light squeezes to my neck.

His groans became louder in my ear, and it wasn't long before I felt him pull out and finish all over my stomach.

He leaned into my shoulder and caught up with his breath, smiling into my neck and breathing me in.

"You did so good," His voice was rough, a slight contrast from before.

He stood up slowly and grabbed a nearby cloth to clean me up, discarding it after.

"You're okay?" Bellamy asked sweetly, while I crawled into a more comfortable position on his bed.

"Mhm, lay with me," I said meekly.

Bellamy smiled at the sight of me curled up in his bed, he crawled in beside me and pulled me closer to him.

"Stay here with me," He whispered, stroking my hair lovingly.

"What if Murphy comes back?"

He thought for a moment, "For you, I banish him a thousand times over,"

I smiled up at him, placing a small kiss on his lips.

"I'll stay then,"

With Bellamy's fingers stroking my hair, the heat coming from our bodies, and the safety I felt beside him, I drifted off to sleep.

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The One Rule (Part 1)

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 4. Betrayal, 19. "Why Wasn't I Enough?", 31. Crying, Alt 7. Disowned by Family, Alt 13. Grief Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!Reader Summary: Jake has made some bad mistakes in the past, but nothing compared to this. Now he has to go home and face the consequences of his actions. He only hopes you'll be able to forgive him. Word Count: 5616 TW: Spousal Cheating, Arguing, Kicking Out of House, Mention of Divorce, Parents Splitting Up, Punch Thrown, Language Notes: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading this for me! This is for @ailesswhumptober's event

Part 2 (coming soon)

Jake stood outside the fence and just stared at his house. By this time of morning, you would have already cleaned up the mess from breakfast and would be tidying up around the house as you enjoyed the few hours of alone time you got every Monday. The thought of you carefreely going about with your usual routine, probably dancing or singing to yourself as you always did, made the ache in his chest that much worse. 

Last night, he had screwed up. Bad. As in so bad he might have just destroyed his life as he knew it. And while a huge part of him wanted to keep it a secret in the hopes that you would never find out, he knew that telling you was the only way he stood a chance of making this right. Besides, if you ever somehow found out later what he did and that he had lied about it, there would be absolutely no coming back from that. 

So, taking a deep breath, he opened the gate and walked towards his house. As he began to climb the steps of his porch, it felt as if he were climbing the gallows to his impending execution— an irony that was in no way lost on him. After all these years of being branded with the name, he really was about to be the hanged man.

He had given his keys to Rooster the night before since he was supposed to be the DD, so Jake fished around in the potted plant next to the door until he found the spare key. He unlocked the front door and braced himself for what came next. 

Walking into the house, he didn’t see signs of anyone. However, your car had been parked in the driveway so hesitantly, he called out, “I’m home.” 

There was no response for a moment, but then you came walking out of the laundry room balancing a freshly folded basket of towels on your hip. You must not have heard him over whatever you were listening to because you were bopping your head and swaying to music only you could hear from your headphones. You started slightly when you noticed him standing in the living room, but then a bright smile spread across your face.

“Oh hi, honey. You scared me there for a minute. I wasn’t expecting anyone for another few hours.” You slipped off your earphones and laid them in the basket, the music still softly trickling out of them, as you walked over to him. After planting a warm kiss on his cheek, you resumed your walk back towards the linen closet. Over your shoulder, you called, “I got a little nervous when I didn’t hear from you anymore last night after that text saying you made it back to town. But when you didn’t come home, I talked to Bob and he said you all went out for drinks and you were pretty trashed when he left the bar. Did you stay with Javy, Bradley, or Nat this time?”

Jake didn’t know what to say. He just stood there silently opening and closing his mouth as he tried to find the kindest way to break your heart. But of course, there was none.

You finished putting the towels away and came back over to where he was standing. When he just continued to gape at you, your smile dropped into a concerned frown. “You okay, Jakey? You look like you’re going to be sick. And not in your usual hungover way.” You pressed the back of your hand against his forehead. “Did something happen last night?”

It was now or never. 

Removing your hand from his head, he gave it one last tight squeeze before he gestured to the nearby couch. “Sweetheart… why don’t you have a seat.”

“Okay…,” you said slowly but did as he asked. Once seated, you looked at him with eager anticipation. “What’s up?”

How could he tell you? How could he blow up both of your lives as you gazed at him so lovingly, oblivious to the bomb he was about to drop on you? But then again, he already set the bomb off last night when he went home with someone else. There was no stopping it or taking it back. All he could do was sit here and watch the destruction unfold. 

Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the armchair across from the couch and sank down into it. “Well, we all went to the bar after we made it back stateside last night and we started drinking. I had a few— a lot of shots of some new thing they had and there must have been more alcohol in them than I realized because I got really wasted.”

“Yeah, what else is new?” you scoffed but Jake could hear the nervous edge in your voice. You knew something was wrong and deep down, you probably knew what it was, but you wouldn’t let yourself believe it until Jake said the words. “But like I said, Bob already told me that.”

“Bob wanted to get home so he left early, that I remember. But right after that, I–I blacked out. And I don’t…. I don’t know. I guess the rest of the guys left or didn’t see me or something because they usually stop me–” He snapped his mouth shut as he realized he was probably telling you more than he meant to but he was so afraid of what would happen next that he was rambling a bit. 

“So you were blackout drunk, everyone else had left, and you didn’t come home last night,” you said flatly as you leaned back into the couch, your arms crossing over your chest. “Got it. I can connect those dots.”

Jake swallowed, trying to keep down the bile that was burning in his throat. Besides the aftereffects of his drinking last night, the cold, empty veil that had fallen over your eyes as you looked at him made his stomach churn. “I swear, sweetheart, I would never normally do anything like this but I was just so drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. I mean, one second I’m talking to this girl by the pool table and the next I was waking up in her bed this morning.”

“But you’re sure–”

“Yeah.” Jake nodded, his eyes dropping to focus on the hardwood floor. “A few flashes of the night came back to me on the way home. It was enough to get a pretty good idea of what we did. But I’m so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you like this and just the thought of what I did makes me want to be sick. I never imagined those drinks would hit me that hard or I would have stopped after the second or third one. That isn’t an excuse for what I did but maybe an explanation for why it happened? I don’t know. I wish I could take the whole night back and make it so it never happened. I’m just so sorry.”

He slowly lifted his eyes from the floor as he braced himself for the fury of your response. Yet as he waited for you to react in some way, you didn’t say a word. You just continued to stare straight ahead with that same blank indifference as if in a trance, not even really at him but more at the wall just above his head. However, when he reached out to touch your arm, you suddenly stood up and walked calmly into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind you.

Jake had expected screaming and cursing. He had expected tears and sobs of disbelief. But he had never imagined this total lack of a reaction. Maybe it hadn’t hit you yet. Maybe the words were settling in and the explosion would come later. Part of him wondered if he should follow you into the bedroom to continue to beg for your forgiveness. He went up to the door and pressed his ear against it as he rested his hand on the doorknob. He could hear some slight rustling and moving around, but it didn’t sound like you were crying or yelling or really making any noise at all.

After a moment, Jake decided it was better to leave you alone for now to try and wrap your head around everything he told you. So, he quietly backed away from the door and retreated to the kitchen where he got himself a glass of water and a few aspirin. His massive hangover was the cherry on top of this shit-tastic sundae the last 12 hours had become. He just hoped he was clear-headed enough to face you when you eventually emerged from the bedroom. 

That moment finally came about an hour later when the door opened and you walked out carrying his old duffle bag. You strode past him to the front door, opened it wide, and threw the duffle bag out onto the porch before turning back towards him. In a calm, level voice, you said, “Here’s enough stuff to last you for the week. See if Javy or Bradley can help you get the rest of your things this weekend but until then I better not see you in this house.”

As you walked back towards the kitchen, he reached out to grab your arm but you jerked it away. “Sweethear–”

“No, Jake. You knew the rules since our first date.” You had turned back to face him, trapping Jake between you and the still-open front door. “I have never said a word about your cockiness, or your asshole behavior towards others, or your need to always be in control. I accepted the fact you would be gone for months at a time on deployments or missions with little to no contact. And I never once said a word about how late you stay out with your friends or how often they have to carry your drunk ass home. But the one thing I have said from the very beginning is that if you ever cheat on me, we are done. Period.”

“I was drunk. I didn’t–”

“I don’t care. That’s not an excuse and you know it. Now, get out of my house.”

“Our house.”

“My house,” you said firmly yet still void of any emotion. “You gave up the right to it when you climbed into some other woman’s bed.” 

Jake retreated into himself a bit at that. “I said, I screwed up. It was one time and it was the worst mistake of my life. I’m not asking for you to be okay with this, but please let’s just talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You broke your vows which shows how little our marriage means to you. So, we are done. End of story.” And as if to accentuate your point, you turned your back to him.

Now Jake was getting mad. Yes, he messed up, in a way that was potentially inexcusable, but you weren’t being reasonable or giving him a chance to explain. He had been blackout drunk. There was no way he would have ever done something like that when he was sober and you knew that. Yet you were standing there with your stone-cold gaze and your calm, unemotional tone demanding he leave. Maybe you were the one showing how little this marriage meant if you couldn’t even be bothered to react to this information. If you could shut off your emotions and feelings for him so quickly, maybe they weren’t that strong to begin with.

And while you might be willing to chuck him to the curb without a second thought, there was someone else who would be devastated if he were forced to move out. 

“What about Ellie?” he demanded. “You can’t keep me away from my daughter.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

“Just watch me,” you hissed as you whirled around and jammed your finger harshly into his chest. The cold indifference you had been showing up to this point was gone and your words dripped with a venomous fury.  “It was taking everything in me to remain calm just long enough to watch your sorry ass walk out that door, but how dare you bring her into this! Not when you didn’t give her a second thought before destroying her family.” 

The veil had lifted from your eyes and Jake cowered back as he was met with the full force of your maternal outrage. “Do you know she begged me to let her stay up for you last night because you promised you’d be home, but I made her go to bed because I knew the truth. That you’d rather go out drinking than come home to tuck your daughter in after not seeing her for two weeks. Your four-year-old daughter who thinks her daddy hung the moon. If only she knew who you really were. But I am going to make sure you can’t shatter her heart like you just shattered mine. Now… Get. Out.” 

As you took another step forward, your finger still firmly on his chest, he stumbled back over the threshold of the front door. He might have caught himself if he hadn’t tripped on the duffle bag you had tossed out moments before. He landed hard on his ass, barely able to soften the fall by throwing his hands out behind him.

He gazed up at you from his awkward heap on the ground as you stood framed in the doorway. For just a second, it wasn’t anger nor indifference Jake saw staring back at him. It was pain. A level of pain and betrayal he had never seen in another person, as if your entire body would shatter if touched with even the slightest of breezes. And it was only then that Jake truly realized how royally he had fucked up.

But then the veil fell over your face once more. In that same indifferent tone, you said, “Don’t you dare come back.” Then you shut the door and he heard the deadbolt slide shut.

Today was Thursday. Thursday meant you needed to take the trash out to the road. It meant Ellie had her appointment at the dentist’s to get her teeth cleaned. It meant the ads changed at the store and that fancy ice cream you loved might finally be on sale.

Today was Thursday. Thursday meant this was the third morning you had woken up alone after your so-called “love of your life” had admitted to the ultimate betrayal and you had thrown him out. 

You were used to waking up alone. He was gone so often for work, it seemed like you were alone more than together. But this felt different. Usually, there was that faint aura of fear for his safety mixed with the excitement of counting down the days until he came home. But now, there was only the constant ache in your chest where your heart used to be and the throbbing pain in your head from trying to hold back your tears.

Because it hurt. Oh god, did it hurt. But you didn’t have the luxury of falling apart or feeling sorry for yourself because you weren’t the only other person mixed up in this situation. The one saving grace you were holding on to was that on Monday when everything had gone down, Ellie was with your mom on their weekly playdate. You had no idea what you would have done if she had been there or returned just afterward. How could you have explained why her dad only came home for less than two hours before leaving again, this time with an armful of stuff? Or why you were sobbing in a heap in the middle of the hall? 

But her temporary absence didn’t make her return home and immediate questions about where Daddy was any easier. Thankfully, your mom noticed the tears that sprung to your eyes and how your lip instantly began to quiver so she ushered Ellie upstairs to her room as quickly as she could. Then once she had gotten her to lay down for her afternoon nap, she came back down and held you as you told her everything and fell apart in her arms. You knew your parents never really liked your husband, but you doubted even they would have predicted he would do something like this. Then again… maybe they would have.

He was a jackass, through and through. You knew that from the moment you laid eyes on him in a bar just after you graduated college. And yet, he could also be sweet and charming and thoughtful. And he loved you, even now you didn’t doubt that. But he also loved to drink and party and flirt like he was still 24 and single. You just thought he loved you and Ellie more than that but you guess you were wrong. He loved himself more than he loved his family and now you would never let yourself forget that.

About an hour after you had thrown him out, he had tried calling you over and over and over and over. Each time you sent him to voicemail, he left a long, heartfelt message full of love, plans for change, and pleas for forgiveness. And once he finished recording his message, he would immediately call again and repeat the cycle trying to get through to you.

You blocked his number after the seventh call—one for every year the two of you had been together.

Since then, there had been nothing. You had expected a call or at least a text from some of the Daggers, but it had been radio silence from them. By now, most of them had to know what happened but if they did, they made no effort to reach out and see if you and Ellie were alright. There hadn’t even been an attempt to get you to change your mind and take him back. 

That was until this afternoon.

As you were scrolling through reviews of divorce lawyers while Ellie napped upstairs, you noticed a familiar jeep pull up outside out of the corner of your eye and you froze. You expected Javy to come by this weekend to help pack up the rest of the stuff that needed to go, but that was still a few days away. You planned on taking Ellie and going to the park and lunch so you both weren’t at the house when they came so this was not part of your plan. 

As you saw Javy climbing out, you put your laptop down and hurried over to the front door. You reached it just as you heard footsteps coming up the porch steps. Pressing your cheek against the door, you hollered, “I told him not to come back until the weekend.”

“It’s just me,” Javy’s muffled voice came through the wood. “I promise, I just want to talk and see how you’re doing.”

You leaned heavily against the door as you mulled over what to do. You hadn’t seen anyone but Javy get out of the jeep and while he was your husband’s best friend, the two of you were also close enough that you couldn’t imagine him trying to help anyone sneak into the house against your wishes. So, taking a deep breath, you slid the chain off the door and opened it.

Javy tried to step forward but you shook your head and stepped outside, closing the door behind you. “Ellie’s asleep upstairs and I don’t want to wake her. Whatever you have to say, you can say out here.”

“Fair enough.”Javy took a few steps back to give you a little more space, stopping just on the edge of the porch near the steps. Shifting slightly from foot to foot, he rubbed the back of his neck as he muttered, “I’m sorry about what happened. I still can’t believe it—any of it. You two always seemed so solid.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Yeah, we were…. when we were together. But that’s the problem. When I’m not there to hold his leash and remind him he’s already taken, he goes wild. But you already know that, don’t you?” Javy began to squirm even more under your gaze. You scoffed, “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Taking a few steps forward to shorten the distance between you, you said, “I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to answer me with 100% honesty, no matter how much the answer might hurt me. Do you understand?” Javy slowly nodded, his eyes locked firmly onto yours. “Has he done this before?”

Javy vigorously shook his head. “No, never, I swear. And you know he would tell me if it did.”

“But he’s tried to, hasn’t he? He mentioned something about you guys ‘usually stopping him’ which sure sounds like he would have done this a long time ago if he hadn’t had his friends there for him. But then that makes me wonder, how far has he gone before he was stopped? Has he ever kissed another woman? Gotten to second base? Third?”

“No! He didn’t…I mean, h-he…,” Javy sighed in defeat as he hung his head. Without looking at you, he mumbled, “As far as I know, he never made it that far.”

You nodded softly to yourself as you processed this information. Then you hauled back and punched Javy in the face. 

While you weren’t particularly strong, the Naval pilot stumbled back, tripping down the porch steps as he clutched his nose. He looked back up at you, shock and confusion filling his watery eyes. Out of all of the Daggers, Javy knew you the best and had even developed a close friendship with you. Because of that, he was also the only one who knew there was a fierce, unshakable side to you behind your usual laissez-faire, pushover housewife facade. But you bet not even he would have expected you to punch someone, let alone him. 

Yet that was just the start of your fury. Shaking out the pain in your hand, you screamed, “You should have told me! I could have eventually gotten over his drunk ass kissing a girl or two, maybe even going a little further. Yeah, it would have hurt like hell and we would have needed time, but we could have gotten past it. Got counseling or–or help or I don’t know! But now he’s gone and ruined everything and you could have done something to stop it!”

Javy tried to explain. “I know. I’m sorry, I tried. But you know how he gets. I thought it was all just harmless flirting. I never imagined he’d go this far. I thought about telling you a hundred times, but I was just trying to protect my friend.”

“And what about me? I thought I was your friend too. Or you know what, screw that! How about protecting your goddaughter, hm?” You pointed at the house where you knew Ellie was up in her room fast asleep and oblivious to the drama raging outside. “That little girl in there who is now asking me every day where her daddy is and when he’s coming home. Who’s protecting her when I have to finally figure out some form of the truth she’ll understand and she… and she hates me because of it.” 

Your voice broke on the last part but you swallowed your tears and kept going. “How do I tell her I’m the one not letting him come home when I can’t tell her why not? How do I break my baby’s heart all because he…he—” All the fight went out of you as quickly as it had appeared. With a loud wail, you crumpled to your knees and buried your face in your hands as sobs wracked your body.

It was the real reason you had been putting off telling Ellie that her dad wasn’t coming home. She adored Jake—was a complete daddy’s girl—and you knew this news was going to devastate and confuse her. Your daughter might be advanced for her age, but no four-year-old understands infidelity or cheating no matter how smart they are (and they shouldn’t). Which meant whatever you said would boil down to some form of “Mama won’t let him” and the thought of how that would destroy your relationship with the person you loved most in this world was unbearable. Your husband was the one who broke your family and yet you were going to be the one who was blamed. 

As you knelt there on the front porch of the home that was now just a reminder of all the plans and dreams that would never be, sobbing and snotting loudly for the whole neighborhood to see, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and began to draw you in. You tried weakly to struggle against them, but it was a fruitless effort. Finally, you gave up and threw yourself fully into Javy’s embrace. You buried your face into his chest as his arms held you tight, his hand rubbing soothing circles across your trembling back. 

Through the sobs, you managed to choke out, “I-It just hurts so much, Javy. I don’t know how to keep myself from falling a-apart. Even thinking about him or saying his name is like a knife in my heart and every time, a little more of me gets cut out and replaced by more pain. I don’t even know what’s le-left.”

Javy pulled you in tighter, his face pressed against yours so as he whispered, his lips brushed against your ear. “I’m so sorry. I know it hurts, but I know you and you’re strong enough to get through this. And the rest of the Daggers and I will be right here beside you. It’ll be okay. I promise. ”

Maybe it was because it was coming from someone other than your parents, or because of the warm, trustworthy aura that always radiated from Javy, but for the first time in days, you actually believed that might be the case. You had been so afraid all of the Navy aviators would turn against you or take his side instead. It was a fear that had been nagging at the very back of your mind but you had been too afraid to really consider it. Since moving to California, you hadn’t really had a chance to make many friends outside of the Daggers and you didn’t know how to deal with any of this if you lost them too. But if what Javy said was true and they would stick beside you, maybe things weren’t as hopeless as they seemed.

Despite this revelation, it still took another ten or so minutes for you to stop crying. But when you did, you continued to lay curled up in Javy’s arms and mumbled, “I’m sorry I punched you. I know this isn’t your fault. I think I’ve just been looking for someone to hit since he told me and you were the first person I’ve really seen besides my parents and I wasn’t going to punch them.”

You felt Javy chuckle softly beneath you. “It’s okay. You got a mean right hook, but I did deserve it. I should have told you what he was doing a long time ago.” You flinched at yet another confirmation that your marriage had been broken for longer than you wanted to admit. “I just… I didn’t want to believe he would actually take things this far. I really thought he would stop himself even if no one was around to step in and do it for him.”

“I wasn’t blind when I chose to be with him. I knew his faults and I knew what I was agreeing to. That’s why I never once tried to change him or make him stop doing what he wanted. And in return, I asked for one fucking thing and he couldn’t give that to me. I just…. I don’t why I wasn’t enough for him.” You shook your head. “I don’t know. Maybe I was blind after all and I should have just thrown my drink in his face that first night we met and walked away.”

“Maybe you should have… but then you wouldn’t have Ellie and I know you wouldn’t trade her even if it meant avoiding this pain.”

You shook your head again as you buried your face in Javy’s neck. “You’re right. Our little girl is the one thing I don’t regret about our relationship and she makes all the rest of this worth it.”

“See? Just keep holding onto that, okay?” You nodded again as Javy gently took your shoulders and pushed you back so he could look at you at arm’s length. Then brushing the tears from your face, he said, “And I’ll be there to help you tell her about all of this. You didn’t do anything wrong here and you shouldn’t have to do that alone or take the blame for it. We’ll figure something out.”

“Thanks, Jav. And I know you’re still going to be his friend and help him through this.” Javy started to say something but you held up your hand to stop him. “No, it’s alright. He needs someone to lean on right now and it should be you. And I’m not asking you to choose sides. I don’t want you to feel like it’s either him or me and Ellie. You will always be welcome here if you want, along with the rest of the Daggers. But please, don’t try to talk me out of this. Don’t ask me to take him back.”

“No, don’t worry,” Javy promised. “I’m not gonna do that. Maybe someday, but not today. Not until he straightens out, works on himself, and becomes the man you girls deserve…the man I thought he was.”

“I guess we were both wrong about him.” Javy pulled you back into his arms and you closed your eyes.

Maybe Javy was right and he would eventually get help and become the person you and Ellie needed. Or maybe he would realize he liked the single life more than he ever liked being a family man. Or maybe he would just drink himself to death in a bar somewhere. Only time would tell.

But regardless of what he did, you knew you were going to be alright. It would suck for a very long time but eventually, you would find a way to start over again and make the life you wanted— even if it wasn’t the way you had always planned. 

Suddenly, the front door opened, and a very sleepy-looking face peered out from inside. You scampered out of Javy’s lap and onto your feet. As you hurried to her side, Ellie rubbed her eyes with one tiny fist as she looked up at you and you asked, “Hey, baby. Is everything okay?”

“I’m thirsty,” she mumbled. 

You scooped her up into your arms and balanced her one hip. “Okay, why don’t we get you a glass of water then you can finish your nap?”

She nodded, rubbing her eyes again. But then her little brow furrowed as she stared at you closer. Reaching out, she brushed her hand across your damp face as she asked, “Why are you crying, Mama? Did you get a boo-boo?”

Brushing the hair from her face, you said, “Yeah, baby. I got a boo-boo.”

Without hesitating, Ellie leaned forward and placed a big, exaggerated kiss on both of your cheeks. Then grinning proudly, she said, “There! I kissed it and made it all better!”

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes once more and you squeezed Ellie tightly in an enormous hug. “Thank you, El. You really do make it feel better.” 

You held her like that as long as you could, but once she began to squirm in your grasp, you loosened your grip on her so she was just once more lightly balanced on your hip. Booping her nose with your free hand, you asked, “How about instead of your nap, we get you that water and maybe if you ask nicely, Uncle Javy will play dress-up with you. What do you think?”

Her little face lit up with joy. “Yeah!” Turning to Javy, she asked, “Please, Uncle ‘Avy?”

Uncle “Avy” quickly shot you a look that you pretended to look innocent at before he smiled at Ellie. “Okay, but only if I can be the princess this time. It’s not fair I’m always stuck being the fairy.”

Ellie pouted slightly, but she gave a huge sigh and said, “I guess.”

Javy’s grin grew wider and he pumped his fist. “Sweet! Then let’s go! I’ll race you upstairs while your mom gets your drink.”

You put Ellie down as she tried wiggling out of your grasp and she hurried inside and up the stairs as fast as her little legs would carry her. As he followed behind her in a mock run, Javy squeezed your arm as he passed and gave you a quick smile. Then he disappeared inside after Ellie.

Watching them go, you took a deep breath as a wave of peace washed over you. Yes, you might not get the life you had been planning, but you could already start to see making a pretty good life out of what you still had. 

And with that, you followed your daughter and your friend inside and shut the door behind you. 

I have a potential idea for a Part 2 if anyone is interested (though it may not go the way you are expecting....)

Update, it looks like I'm going to start working on Part 2!

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The One Rule (Part 1)

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 4. Betrayal, 19. "Why Wasn't I Enough?", 31. Crying, Alt 7. Disowned by Family, Alt 13. Grief Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!Reader Summary: Jake has made some bad mistakes in the past, but nothing compared to this. Now he has to go home and face the consequences of his actions. He only hopes you'll be able to forgive him. Word Count: 5616 TW: Spousal Cheating, Arguing, Kicking Out of House, Mention of Divorce, Parents Splitting Up, Punch Thrown, Language Notes: Thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading this for me! This is for @ailesswhumptober's event

Part 2 (Coming Soon)

Jake stood outside the fence and just stared at his house. By this time of morning, you would have already cleaned up the mess from breakfast and would be tidying up around the house as you enjoyed the few hours of alone time you got every Monday. The thought of you carefreely going about with your usual routine, probably dancing or singing to yourself as you always did, made the ache in his chest that much worse. 

Last night, he had screwed up. Bad. As in so bad he might have just destroyed his life as he knew it. And while a huge part of him wanted to keep it a secret in the hopes that you would never find out, he knew that telling you was the only way he stood a chance of making this right. Besides, if you ever somehow found out later what he did and that he had lied about it, there would be absolutely no coming back from that. 

So, taking a deep breath, he opened the gate and walked towards his house. As he began to climb the steps of his porch, it felt as if he were climbing the gallows to his impending execution— an irony that was in no way lost on him. After all these years of being branded with the name, he really was about to be the hanged man.

He had given his keys to Rooster the night before since he was supposed to be the DD, so Jake fished around in the potted plant next to the door until he found the spare key. He unlocked the front door and braced himself for what came next. 

Walking into the house, he didn’t see signs of anyone. However, your car had been parked in the driveway so hesitantly, he called out, “I’m home.” 

There was no response for a moment, but then you came walking out of the laundry room balancing a freshly folded basket of towels on your hip. You must not have heard him over whatever you were listening to because you were bopping your head and swaying to music only you could hear from your headphones. You started slightly when you noticed him standing in the living room, but then a bright smile spread across your face.

“Oh hi, honey. You scared me there for a minute. I wasn’t expecting anyone for another few hours.” You slipped off your earphones and laid them in the basket, the music still softly trickling out of them, as you walked over to him. After planting a warm kiss on his cheek, you resumed your walk back towards the linen closet. Over your shoulder, you called, “I got a little nervous when I didn’t hear from you anymore last night after that text saying you made it back to town. But when you didn’t come home, I talked to Bob and he said you all went out for drinks and you were pretty trashed when he left the bar. Did you stay with Javy, Bradley, or Nat this time?”

Jake didn’t know what to say. He just stood there silently opening and closing his mouth as he tried to find the kindest way to break your heart. But of course, there was none.

You finished putting the towels away and came back over to where he was standing. When he just continued to gape at you, your smile dropped into a concerned frown. “You okay, Jakey? You look like you’re going to be sick. And not in your usual hungover way.” You pressed the back of your hand against his forehead. “Did something happen last night?”

It was now or never. 

Removing your hand from his head, he gave it one last tight squeeze before he gestured to the nearby couch. “Sweetheart… why don’t you have a seat.”

“Okay…,” you said slowly but did as he asked. Once seated, you looked at him with eager anticipation. “What’s up?”

How could he tell you? How could he blow up both of your lives as you gazed at him so lovingly, oblivious to the bomb he was about to drop on you? But then again, he already set the bomb off last night when he went home with someone else. There was no stopping it or taking it back. All he could do was sit here and watch the destruction unfold. 

Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the armchair across from the couch and sank down into it. “Well, we all went to the bar after we made it back stateside last night and we started drinking. I had a few— a lot of shots of some new thing they had and there must have been more alcohol in them than I realized because I got really wasted.”

“Yeah, what else is new?” you scoffed but Jake could hear the nervous edge in your voice. You knew something was wrong and deep down, you probably knew what it was, but you wouldn’t let yourself believe it until Jake said the words. “But like I said, Bob already told me that.”

“Bob wanted to get home so he left early, that I remember. But right after that, I–I blacked out. And I don’t…. I don’t know. I guess the rest of the guys left or didn’t see me or something because they usually stop me–” He snapped his mouth shut as he realized he was probably telling you more than he meant to but he was so afraid of what would happen next that he was rambling a bit. 

“So you were blackout drunk, everyone else had left, and you didn’t come home last night,” you said flatly as you leaned back into the couch, your arms crossing over your chest. “Got it. I can connect those dots.”

Jake swallowed, trying to keep down the bile that was burning in his throat. Besides the aftereffects of his drinking last night, the cold, empty veil that had fallen over your eyes as you looked at him made his stomach churn. “I swear, sweetheart, I would never normally do anything like this but I was just so drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. I mean, one second I’m talking to this girl by the pool table and the next I was waking up in her bed this morning.”

“But you’re sure–”

“Yeah.” Jake nodded, his eyes dropping to focus on the hardwood floor. “A few flashes of the night came back to me on the way home. It was enough to get a pretty good idea of what we did. But I’m so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you like this and just the thought of what I did makes me want to be sick. I never imagined those drinks would hit me that hard or I would have stopped after the second or third one. That isn’t an excuse for what I did but maybe an explanation for why it happened? I don’t know. I wish I could take the whole night back and make it so it never happened. I’m just so sorry.”

He slowly lifted his eyes from the floor as he braced himself for the fury of your response. Yet as he waited for you to react in some way, you didn’t say a word. You just continued to stare straight ahead with that same blank indifference as if in a trance, not even really at him but more at the wall just above his head. However, when he reached out to touch your arm, you suddenly stood up and walked calmly into the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind you.

Jake had expected screaming and cursing. He had expected tears and sobs of disbelief. But he had never imagined this total lack of a reaction. Maybe it hadn’t hit you yet. Maybe the words were settling in and the explosion would come later. Part of him wondered if he should follow you into the bedroom to continue to beg for your forgiveness. He went up to the door and pressed his ear against it as he rested his hand on the doorknob. He could hear some slight rustling and moving around, but it didn’t sound like you were crying or yelling or really making any noise at all.

After a moment, Jake decided it was better to leave you alone for now to try and wrap your head around everything he told you. So, he quietly backed away from the door and retreated to the kitchen where he got himself a glass of water and a few aspirin. His massive hangover was the cherry on top of this shit-tastic sundae the last 12 hours had become. He just hoped he was clear-headed enough to face you when you eventually emerged from the bedroom. 

That moment finally came about an hour later when the door opened and you walked out carrying his old duffle bag. You strode past him to the front door, opened it wide, and threw the duffle bag out onto the porch before turning back towards him. In a calm, level voice, you said, “Here’s enough stuff to last you for the week. See if Javy or Bradley can help you get the rest of your things this weekend but until then I better not see you in this house.”

As you walked back towards the kitchen, he reached out to grab your arm but you jerked it away. “Sweethear–”

“No, Jake. You knew the rules since our first date.” You had turned back to face him, trapping Jake between you and the still-open front door. “I have never said a word about your cockiness, or your asshole behavior towards others, or your need to always be in control. I accepted the fact you would be gone for months at a time on deployments or missions with little to no contact. And I never once said a word about how late you stay out with your friends or how often they have to carry your drunk ass home. But the one thing I have said from the very beginning is that if you ever cheat on me, we are done. Period.”

“I was drunk. I didn’t–”

“I don’t care. That’s not an excuse and you know it. Now, get out of my house.”

“Our house.”

“My house,” you said firmly yet still void of any emotion. “You gave up the right to it when you climbed into some other woman’s bed.” 

Jake retreated into himself a bit at that. “I said, I screwed up. It was one time and it was the worst mistake of my life. I’m not asking for you to be okay with this, but please let’s just talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You broke your vows which shows how little our marriage means to you. So, we are done. End of story.” And as if to accentuate your point, you turned your back to him.

Now Jake was getting mad. Yes, he messed up, in a way that was potentially inexcusable, but you weren’t being reasonable or giving him a chance to explain. He had been blackout drunk. There was no way he would have ever done something like that when he was sober and you knew that. Yet you were standing there with your stone-cold gaze and your calm, unemotional tone demanding he leave. Maybe you were the one showing how little this marriage meant if you couldn’t even be bothered to react to this information. If you could shut off your emotions and feelings for him so quickly, maybe they weren’t that strong to begin with.

And while you might be willing to chuck him to the curb without a second thought, there was someone else who would be devastated if he were forced to move out. 

“What about Ellie?” he demanded. “You can’t keep me away from my daughter.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

“Just watch me,” you hissed as you whirled around and jammed your finger harshly into his chest. The cold indifference you had been showing up to this point was gone and your words dripped with a venomous fury.  “It was taking everything in me to remain calm just long enough to watch your sorry ass walk out that door, but how dare you bring her into this! Not when you didn’t give her a second thought before destroying her family.” 

The veil had lifted from your eyes and Jake cowered back as he was met with the full force of your maternal outrage. “Do you know she begged me to let her stay up for you last night because you promised you’d be home, but I made her go to bed because I knew the truth. That you’d rather go out drinking than come home to tuck your daughter in after not seeing her for two weeks. Your four-year-old daughter who thinks her daddy hung the moon. If only she knew who you really were. But I am going to make sure you can’t shatter her heart like you just shattered mine. Now… Get. Out.” 

As you took another step forward, your finger still firmly on his chest, he stumbled back over the threshold of the front door. He might have caught himself if he hadn’t tripped on the duffle bag you had tossed out moments before. He landed hard on his ass, barely able to soften the fall by throwing his hands out behind him.

He gazed up at you from his awkward heap on the ground as you stood framed in the doorway. For just a second, it wasn’t anger nor indifference Jake saw staring back at him. It was pain. A level of pain and betrayal he had never seen in another person, as if your entire body would shatter if touched with even the slightest of breezes. And it was only then that Jake truly realized how royally he had fucked up.

But then the veil fell over your face once more. In that same indifferent tone, you said, “Don’t you dare come back.” Then you shut the door and he heard the deadbolt slide shut.

Today was Thursday. Thursday meant you needed to take the trash out to the road. It meant Ellie had her appointment at the dentist’s to get her teeth cleaned. It meant the ads changed at the store and that fancy ice cream you loved might finally be on sale.

Today was Thursday. Thursday meant this was the third morning you had woken up alone after your so-called “love of your life” had admitted to the ultimate betrayal and you had thrown him out. 

You were used to waking up alone. He was gone so often for work, it seemed like you were alone more than together. But this felt different. Usually, there was that faint aura of fear for his safety mixed with the excitement of counting down the days until he came home. But now, there was only the constant ache in your chest where your heart used to be and the throbbing pain in your head from trying to hold back your tears.

Because it hurt. Oh god, did it hurt. But you didn’t have the luxury of falling apart or feeling sorry for yourself because you weren’t the only other person mixed up in this situation. The one saving grace you were holding on to was that on Monday when everything had gone down, Ellie was with your mom on their weekly playdate. You had no idea what you would have done if she had been there or returned just afterward. How could you have explained why her dad only came home for less than two hours before leaving again, this time with an armful of stuff? Or why you were sobbing in a heap in the middle of the hall? 

But her temporary absence didn’t make her return home and immediate questions about where Daddy was any easier. Thankfully, your mom noticed the tears that sprung to your eyes and how your lip instantly began to quiver so she ushered Ellie upstairs to her room as quickly as she could. Then once she had gotten her to lay down for her afternoon nap, she came back down and held you as you told her everything and fell apart in her arms. You knew your parents never really liked your husband, but you doubted even they would have predicted he would do something like this. Then again… maybe they would have.

He was a jackass, through and through. You knew that from the moment you laid eyes on him in a bar just after you graduated college. And yet, he could also be sweet and charming and thoughtful. And he loved you, even now you didn’t doubt that. But he also loved to drink and party and flirt like he was still 24 and single. You just thought he loved you and Ellie more than that but you guess you were wrong. He loved himself more than he loved his family and now you would never let yourself forget that.

About an hour after you had thrown him out, he had tried calling you over and over and over and over. Each time you sent him to voicemail, he left a long, heartfelt message full of love, plans for change, and pleas for forgiveness. And once he finished recording his message, he would immediately call again and repeat the cycle trying to get through to you.

You blocked his number after the seventh call—one for every year the two of you had been together.

Since then, there had been nothing. You had expected a call or at least a text from some of the Daggers, but it had been radio silence from them. By now, most of them had to know what happened but if they did, they made no effort to reach out and see if you and Ellie were alright. There hadn’t even been an attempt to get you to change your mind and take him back. 

That was until this afternoon.

As you were scrolling through reviews of divorce lawyers while Ellie napped upstairs, you noticed a familiar jeep pull up outside out of the corner of your eye and you froze. You expected Javy to come by this weekend to help pack up the rest of the stuff that needed to go, but that was still a few days away. You planned on taking Ellie and going to the park and lunch so you both weren’t at the house when they came so this was not part of your plan. 

As you saw Javy climbing out, you put your laptop down and hurried over to the front door. You reached it just as you heard footsteps coming up the porch steps. Pressing your cheek against the door, you hollered, “I told him not to come back until the weekend.”

“It’s just me,” Javy’s muffled voice came through the wood. “I promise, I just want to talk and see how you’re doing.”

You leaned heavily against the door as you mulled over what to do. You hadn’t seen anyone but Javy get out of the jeep and while he was your husband’s best friend, the two of you were also close enough that you couldn’t imagine him trying to help anyone sneak into the house against your wishes. So, taking a deep breath, you slid the chain off the door and opened it.

Javy tried to step forward but you shook your head and stepped outside, closing the door behind you. “Ellie’s asleep upstairs and I don’t want to wake her. Whatever you have to say, you can say out here.”

“Fair enough.”Javy took a few steps back to give you a little more space, stopping just on the edge of the porch near the steps. Shifting slightly from foot to foot, he rubbed the back of his neck as he muttered, “I’m sorry about what happened. I still can’t believe it—any of it. You two always seemed so solid.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Yeah, we were…. when we were together. But that’s the problem. When I’m not there to hold his leash and remind him he’s already taken, he goes wild. But you already know that, don’t you?” Javy began to squirm even more under your gaze. You scoffed, “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Taking a few steps forward to shorten the distance between you, you said, “I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to answer me with 100% honesty, no matter how much the answer might hurt me. Do you understand?” Javy slowly nodded, his eyes locked firmly onto yours. “Has he done this before?”

Javy vigorously shook his head. “No, never, I swear. And you know he would tell me if it did.”

“But he’s tried to, hasn’t he? He mentioned something about you guys ‘usually stopping him’ which sure sounds like he would have done this a long time ago if he hadn’t had his friends there for him. But then that makes me wonder, how far has he gone before he was stopped? Has he ever kissed another woman? Gotten to second base? Third?”

“No! He didn’t…I mean, h-he…,” Javy sighed in defeat as he hung his head. Without looking at you, he mumbled, “As far as I know, he never made it that far.”

You nodded softly to yourself as you processed this information. Then you hauled back and punched Javy in the face. 

While you weren’t particularly strong, the Naval pilot stumbled back, tripping down the porch steps as he clutched his nose. He looked back up at you, shock and confusion filling his watery eyes. Out of all of the Daggers, Javy knew you the best and had even developed a close friendship with you. Because of that, he was also the only one who knew there was a fierce, unshakable side to you behind your usual laissez-faire, pushover housewife facade. But you bet not even he would have expected you to punch someone, let alone him. 

Yet that was just the start of your fury. Shaking out the pain in your hand, you screamed, “You should have told me! I could have eventually gotten over his drunk ass kissing a girl or two, maybe even going a little further. Yeah, it would have hurt like hell and we would have needed time, but we could have gotten past it. Got counseling or–or help or I don’t know! But now he’s gone and ruined everything and you could have done something to stop it!”

Javy tried to explain. “I know. I’m sorry, I tried. But you know how he gets. I thought it was all just harmless flirting. I never imagined he’d go this far. I thought about telling you a hundred times, but I was just trying to protect my friend.”

“And what about me? I thought I was your friend too. Or you know what, screw that! How about protecting your goddaughter, hm?” You pointed at the house where you knew Ellie was up in her room fast asleep and oblivious to the drama raging outside. “That little girl in there who is now asking me every day where her daddy is and when he’s coming home. Who’s protecting her when I have to finally figure out some form of the truth she’ll understand and she… and she hates me because of it.” 

Your voice broke on the last part but you swallowed your tears and kept going. “How do I tell her I’m the one not letting him come home when I can’t tell her why not? How do I break my baby’s heart all because he…he—” All the fight went out of you as quickly as it had appeared. With a loud wail, you crumpled to your knees and buried your face in your hands as sobs wracked your body.

It was the real reason you had been putting off telling Ellie that her dad wasn’t coming home. She adored Jake—was a complete daddy’s girl—and you knew this news was going to devastate and confuse her. Your daughter might be advanced for her age, but no four-year-old understands infidelity or cheating no matter how smart they are (and they shouldn’t). Which meant whatever you said would boil down to some form of “Mama won’t let him” and the thought of how that would destroy your relationship with the person you loved most in this world was unbearable. Your husband was the one who broke your family and yet you were going to be the one who was blamed. 

As you knelt there on the front porch of the home that was now just a reminder of all the plans and dreams that would never be, sobbing and snotting loudly for the whole neighborhood to see, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and began to draw you in. You tried weakly to struggle against them, but it was a fruitless effort. Finally, you gave up and threw yourself fully into Javy’s embrace. You buried your face into his chest as his arms held you tight, his hand rubbing soothing circles across your trembling back. 

Through the sobs, you managed to choke out, “I-It just hurts so much, Javy. I don’t know how to keep myself from falling a-apart. Even thinking about him or saying his name is like a knife in my heart and every time, a little more of me gets cut out and replaced by more pain. I don’t even know what’s le-left.”

Javy pulled you in tighter, his face pressed against yours so as he whispered, his lips brushed against your ear. “I’m so sorry. I know it hurts, but I know you and you’re strong enough to get through this. And the rest of the Daggers and I will be right here beside you. It’ll be okay. I promise. ”

Maybe it was because it was coming from someone other than your parents, or because of the warm, trustworthy aura that always radiated from Javy, but for the first time in days, you actually believed that might be the case. You had been so afraid all of the Navy aviators would turn against you or take his side instead. It was a fear that had been nagging at the very back of your mind but you had been too afraid to really consider it. Since moving to California, you hadn’t really had a chance to make many friends outside of the Daggers and you didn’t know how to deal with any of this if you lost them too. But if what Javy said was true and they would stick beside you, maybe things weren’t as hopeless as they seemed.

Despite this revelation, it still took another ten or so minutes for you to stop crying. But when you did, you continued to lay curled up in Javy’s arms and mumbled, “I’m sorry I punched you. I know this isn’t your fault. I think I’ve just been looking for someone to hit since he told me and you were the first person I’ve really seen besides my parents and I wasn’t going to punch them.”

You felt Javy chuckle softly beneath you. “It’s okay. You got a mean right hook, but I did deserve it. I should have told you what he was doing a long time ago.” You flinched at yet another confirmation that your marriage had been broken for longer than you wanted to admit. “I just… I didn’t want to believe he would actually take things this far. I really thought he would stop himself even if no one was around to step in and do it for him.”

“I wasn’t blind when I chose to be with him. I knew his faults and I knew what I was agreeing to. That’s why I never once tried to change him or make him stop doing what he wanted. And in return, I asked for one fucking thing and he couldn’t give that to me. I just…. I don’t why I wasn’t enough for him.” You shook your head. “I don’t know. Maybe I was blind after all and I should have just thrown my drink in his face that first night we met and walked away.”

“Maybe you should have… but then you wouldn’t have Ellie and I know you wouldn’t trade her even if it meant avoiding this pain.”

You shook your head again as you buried your face in Javy’s neck. “You’re right. Our little girl is the one thing I don’t regret about our relationship and she makes all the rest of this worth it.”

“See? Just keep holding onto that, okay?” You nodded again as Javy gently took your shoulders and pushed you back so he could look at you at arm’s length. Then brushing the tears from your face, he said, “And I’ll be there to help you tell her about all of this. You didn’t do anything wrong here and you shouldn’t have to do that alone or take the blame for it. We’ll figure something out.”

“Thanks, Jav. And I know you’re still going to be his friend and help him through this.” Javy started to say something but you held up your hand to stop him. “No, it’s alright. He needs someone to lean on right now and it should be you. And I’m not asking you to choose sides. I don’t want you to feel like it’s either him or me and Ellie. You will always be welcome here if you want, along with the rest of the Daggers. But please, don’t try to talk me out of this. Don’t ask me to take him back.”

“No, don’t worry,” Javy promised. “I’m not gonna do that. Maybe someday, but not today. Not until he straightens out, works on himself, and becomes the man you girls deserve…the man I thought he was.”

“I guess we were both wrong about him.” Javy pulled you back into his arms and you closed your eyes.

Maybe Javy was right and he would eventually get help and become the person you and Ellie needed. Or maybe he would realize he liked the single life more than he ever liked being a family man. Or maybe he would just drink himself to death in a bar somewhere. Only time would tell.

But regardless of what he did, you knew you were going to be alright. It would suck for a very long time but eventually, you would find a way to start over again and make the life you wanted— even if it wasn’t the way you had always planned. 

Suddenly, the front door opened, and a very sleepy-looking face peered out from inside. You scampered out of Javy’s lap and onto your feet. As you hurried to her side, Ellie rubbed her eyes with one tiny fist as she looked up at you and you asked, “Hey, baby. Is everything okay?”

“I’m thirsty,” she mumbled. 

You scooped her up into your arms and balanced her one hip. “Okay, why don’t we get you a glass of water then you can finish your nap?”

She nodded, rubbing her eyes again. But then her little brow furrowed as she stared at you closer. Reaching out, she brushed her hand across your damp face as she asked, “Why are you crying, Mama? Did you get a boo-boo?”

Brushing the hair from her face, you said, “Yeah, baby. I got a boo-boo.”

Without hesitating, Ellie leaned forward and placed a big, exaggerated kiss on both of your cheeks. Then grinning proudly, she said, “There! I kissed it and made it all better!”

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes once more and you squeezed Ellie tightly in an enormous hug. “Thank you, El. You really do make it feel better.” 

You held her like that as long as you could, but once she began to squirm in your grasp, you loosened your grip on her so she was just once more lightly balanced on your hip. Booping her nose with your free hand, you asked, “How about instead of your nap, we get you that water and maybe if you ask nicely, Uncle Javy will play dress-up with you. What do you think?”

Her little face lit up with joy. “Yeah!” Turning to Javy, she asked, “Please, Uncle ‘Avy?”

Uncle “Avy” quickly shot you a look that you pretended to look innocent at before he smiled at Ellie. “Okay, but only if I can be the princess this time. It’s not fair I’m always stuck being the fairy.”

Ellie pouted slightly, but she gave a huge sigh and said, “I guess.”

Javy’s grin grew wider and he pumped his fist. “Sweet! Then let’s go! I’ll race you upstairs while your mom gets your drink.”

You put Ellie down as she tried wiggling out of your grasp and she hurried inside and up the stairs as fast as her little legs would carry her. As he followed behind her in a mock run, Javy squeezed your arm as he passed and gave you a quick smile. Then he disappeared inside after Ellie.

Watching them go, you took a deep breath as a wave of peace washed over you. Yes, you might not get the life you had been planning, but you could already start to see making a pretty good life out of what you still had. 

And with that, you followed your daughter and your friend inside and shut the door behind you. 

I have a potential idea for a Part 2 if anyone is interested (though it may not go the way you are expecting....)

Update, it looks like I'm going to start working on Part 2!

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[karter-xoxoxoxox333]

TWST CHARACTERS REACTING TO LIGMA JOKES!!

POMEFIORE

CW: French, light cursing, pencil as w3apon 😨😨

Epel:

Epel had finally escaped Vil and came to ramshackle for freedom. Knowing in the state it was in currently, Vil would most likely steer clear of entering. He sat with you on the crusty and oddly crunchy ramshackle couch, finally free from the “torture” that was etiquette lessons.

“No no prefect you don’t get it . Do you know how hard it is to be all prim and proper in pomefiore??” He groaned,” all the ‘elbows off the table Epel’ and ‘Epel that’s not the salad fork that’s the fish fork’ What even is a fish fork??? Why do you need more than one fork one fork works just fine!!”

…

..

…

You looked at epel with the most dead serious expression you could muster ,

“Do you know how hard it is to live with ligma Epel? You don’t understand MY pain. So stop complaining 🤧🤧”

“…What’s ligma..?”

You couldn’t break character now, you were too far in..

“Ligma balls”

…

…..

…

As Epel’s expression melted from confusion to disgust to you couldn’t help but start giggling.

“Prefect. what the fuxk”

ROOK:

Today sucked. Legitimately. So you lie your head down, prepared to fall into a lovely sleep. And suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you.

That’s not cool.

But out of fear you decide not to move, then you hear quiet footsteps coming from behind you.

You have a pencil in hand , and your grip on it tightens.

They get closer and closer and you can almost hear their heartbeat they’re so close. Then you strike..?

Someone grabbed the pencil out of your hand before you could get a good stab in.

“Ah Trickster…tu as blessé mes sentiments!! How could you ever intend to wound a poor hunter such as me?”

You sigh as loud as possible, just to really rub in your annoyance. “Rook you scared the shit out of me. I can’t stand guys with ligma.”

Rook stares at you for a few seconds, and you can’t really tell what he’s thinking until he says,” What might ligma be?”

“Ligma balls”

You , burst out in giggles. Rook however, only lightly chuckles.

“My trickster your humor is as melodic as the sweet singing of a bird,” he pulls out a creepily perfect rose from out of thin air,” Would you care to join me in seeing the film Bofa?”

“Bofa?? What???”

“Both of these nuts in your mouth.”

Your face only expresses pure shock.

He takes a picture.

VIL:

(Odd choice.)

Vil told you to come over so he could do your makeup for some publicity event NRC was doing . So obviously you showed up because let’s be real , you didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you for being punctual prefect.”

“Yeah yeah.. So what do you need me to do?”

He stares at you for a second like you asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard. “I need you to sit.”

You walk over to the vanity seat and sit down (it’s very comfy 😼😼) ,” Dang dang I’m sorry I’m sorry I had too much up dog this morning for breakfast.”

“Potato. Don’t consider me so stupid as to fall for your silly ploys.”

Then he starts doing your makeup, “Vil do you know why I need to go to this event in the first place?? It feels kind of ligma to me.” You ask.

“Potato, the headmaster invited you. So you must go,” he pulls your hair out of your face a bit rougher than needed,”- now quit asking questions and be still you’ll crease the foundation.”

…..

When he finishes you look like you eat 3 healthy meals and day and have your life together, like the embodiment of perfection ,” Thanks vil !! I look so pretty-“ you lift your hand up to touch your face.

..

He smacks it away. “Yes yes I know. Now if you had used the skincare I gave you, you wouldn’t need makeup to look as stunning as you do now.” He grabs for a hair curler.

You never got to make your joke.

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[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

WHERE THE RAINDROPS FALL - PT.1

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi and Makisig and other Planet Puto characters that are occasionally mentioned. Full Credit to the character and art goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters in any suggestive situations within the story are adults.

TW: Maliksi has a foul mouth ((which is nothing new, really))

A/N: Agwa is my OC, she's a Naga. The Philippine Naga lore originated in Bicol and they are fresh water mermaids, but instead of having fish tails, they have the lower body of a water snake or eel and the upper body of a human female. In Philippine folklore and mythology, they are often described as having an alluring face, curvaceous body and long flowing hair. They are fond of children, but very vicious to adults. They are also known to be extremely curious that they usually take human form to explore their surroundings. They bring rain, and thus fertility, but are also thought to bring disasters such as floods and drought.

Maliksi hates humans and no one is an exception, not even children who occasionally get lost along the moonlit forest path the tamawo usually prowls at night.

"Great. A snotty little human brat." Maliksi muttered underneath his breath as he looked down the crying girl who is slumped into the forest floor, hands clasping her dress as if to soothe herself.

The kid looked up at him, her face stained with tears as she tried wiping off her runny nose using her dress.

"Annoying little brat is too dumb to speak. And your parents must also be very stupid to lose you at this time of the night." The tamawo scoffed, clearly annoyed at the kid who is still too young to be speaking full sentences. "Humans are such idiots, and you will grow up to be the same-"

Maliksi fell silent when a minasbad was suddenly pressed into his neck with just enough pressure that he knew he won't be liking the outcome incase he moves an inch. His eyes were met with two ruby orbs glinting with pure displeasure as he looked up to a taller figure infront of him. Her hair is eerily beautifully long and curly- flowing down her shoulders and cascading down her back like the gentle first rain on an afternoon of June.

"Shut. the. fuck. up." The words came out of those pretty lips, not as a simple request but rather a threat.

Everything went quiet that Maliksi is sure he can hear a single pin drop at this moment- that is until he hears the nearby river's current, slowly building up into a raging pace. This was the very first time some woman spoke to him in such cold tone. And for the very first time, Maliksi felt his heart beating out of his chest in pure adrenaline- was he scared? No, he can't be. Intimidated? By a woman, impossible, right? Unless-

It didn't took long before Maliksi was able to put two and two together, realizing he is now face to face with a naga in human form and in the worst situation possible. The naga are known to be extremely fond and protective of human children and Maliksi was caught red handed not being exactly kind to one.

Maliksi quickly extended his claws but the naga's minasbad has definitely at an advantageous range against him.

"You're...tiny for a tamawo."

This is another first time- usually Maliksi was the one throwing insults and taunting someone he's facing and not the other way around.

Agwa tilted her head as she curiously examined Maliksi, trailing her eyes along his form, looking him up and down before softly chuckling and withdrawing her blade from his neck, realizing he isn't much of a threat and it wouldn't be worth it to get in a fight infront of an already frightened human kid.

The naga then turned around and picked up the child who has now stopped sobbing. Agwa started softly humming and within seconds of hearing the naga's enchanted voice, the girl was sleeping soundly on her arms as she tenderly and protectively cradle her.

"Excuse me?!" The tamawo scoffed as he covers his ears, not wanting to risk his chances against the naga's song, but still looking very appalled and offended from the her remark about his height.

Agwa smirked as she looks down on Maliksi. "You're tiny. I thought tamawos are supposed to be tall so girls will fawn over them."

" And I thought you fishies belong on the water and not here! You human wannabes-" Maliksi retorted.

Agwa raised a brow as she looked down on Maliksi. The raging currents of the nearby river quickly rising.

She clenched her fists before taking a deep breath to calm herself down but it's not exactly working. "Careful now, boy." She spoke in a tone that sent shivers down Maliksi's spine.

He is not liking the way his mind reacts to Agwa. He is not one to feel intimidated by anyone, but hearing her speak to him like that is like a double-edged sword. It drives him crazy with rage that someone dared to speak to him in such way, but it also makes him want get her to do it again, wanting to see how far she's willing to take it with that threat of hers.

Agwa can feel herself getting more and more annoyed by Maliksi's presence, as she can sense the absolute stubbornness the tamawo possesses.

"You keep running that mouth of yours and I'm raising the tides to-"

"Agwa, please forgive my brother. He's just not good with words." Makisig's voice rang throughout the forest as his footsteps slowly grew louder as he walks towards the two. Wanting to prevent any conflict that involves his own brother and his friend.

Maliksi's demeanor quickly shifts as he saw his Kuya Makisig, quickly standing beside his kuya, clearly happy about his presence.

"Kuya-"

"This tiny boy is your brother?! He's a sassy little thing." Agwa quickly turned to Makisig who happens to be her friend for a very long time now.

"I'm older than you, and I'm not tiny! You're f*cking lucky that my Kuya is here because I'll be dicing you into sashimi if it's just the two of us. Kuya, you know this fishy girl-"

"Maliksi! She has a name. You are not being nice and it'll cause you trouble one of these days. You're lucky Agwa here is being really calm and has not decided to drown you before I arrived. Other nagas are not that forgiving."

Agwa rolled her eyes at Maliksi. "Your brother is right-"

"Of course he is right!" Maliksi gritted his teeth in an effort to keep himself quiet and not clap back with something sarcastic, not infront of his kuya atleast.

Agwa was taken aback from how fast Maliksi agreed. She thought he'll be whining about it. "I'm Agwa. I won't be drawing my blade against you incase we happen to ran into each other once again in the future since you're Makisig's brother." Agwa extended her hand towards Maliksi, wanting to settle their earlier dispute.

"But I won't hesitate to drown you a little incase I see you being mean around human children once again."

Maliksi was about to run his mouth mindlessly again, not used to being spoken to like that, and not by a woman that is. His kuya Makisig quickly covered his mouth and gave Agwa a polite smile. "Sounds fair, Agwa. I'll make sure bunso here won't be mean around kids anymore."

Agwa nodded before excusing herself to take the human girl who is still enchanted by her song earlier and is still sleeping peacefully in her arms to safety where kind humans will find her and help her find her way home.

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Maliksi has always been the type to get into fights very often because of his temper and foul mouth. It doesn't matter what creature you are, if he's in a bad mood then the possibility of him showering anyone with insults and sarcasm is at an all time high.

Why he's surrounded by three enraged tikbalangs after he made their big brother Lakas cry when he won against him on a fight is something Maliksi will definitely brag in this lifetime- if he survives, that is.

He's already exhausted after fighting with the older tikbalang, and now the three younger brothers are trying to make him pay. Maliksi isn't completely unscathed from the previous fight either. His chance of winning 1 vs 3 is definitely low and the odds won't be on his side this time.

Maliksi thinks of a possible way out of this mess he created when lightning struck not too far away, illuminating the forestscape for a few seconds before it was followed by a loud crakle of thunder. Rain started pouring and it's not just normal rain- it was strong, violent in a sense that Maliksi's felt a slight prickle with how heavy the water droplets are falling against his skin.

The three tikbalang approached him, cornering him at the edge of a downhill stream when he felt someone approach him from the back, covering both of his ears tightly.

Agwa who is currently on her naga form slithered her serpent tail slightly around Maliksi as if to shield him against the three, and to make sure he stays in place incase he gets affected by the naga's enchantment. "Get in the water." Agwa said, not louder than a whisper, but her tone is clearly not hiding a threat, her scarlet eyes glowing a fiery tint of red as she snapped her gaze towards the three tikbalangs.

The tikbalangs, slowly falling into the naga's enchantment and entering a trance all started to turn their heads into the stream. The tide is starting to rise and the current was turning faster and stronger by each second that passes.

"C'mon, boys. Get. in. the, water." She repeated and before she knew it, the three were already walking straight into the middle of the stream.

Agwa then let her rains fall down like fury unleashed into the three. It took less than a minute before the three are almost drowning- that's when Agwa completely stopped her torment, making the rain cease and the stream's current to steady. The three tikbalangs quickly grabbed the chance to narrowly escape their dreaded fate.

As the rain stopped, Agwa gently pulled her hands away from covering Maliksi's ears and gave him space, slithering slightly away from the tamawo.

"You okay, Makisig's lil brother?" Agwa smirked, her tone smug and taunting, much like Maliksi's usual attitude.

Maliksi, being around someone with the same brash and rude attitude like his irked him into oblivion that he even started pitying those he annoys on the regular.

Yet he wonders why exactly he's currently speechless right now, heart pounding out of his chest from when he witnessed this hauntingly beautiful naga command three strong creatures into their almost death without any effort. How she stood there without any remorse or mercy, yet looking that irresistible while threats that are definitely not empty rolled along her tongue as if it's poetry to drown men unforgivingly.

Oh. Hell naw.

I'll be damned.

It was another first for Maliksi. How can he describe someone else aside from his kuya with such adjectives is something that bothered him to the core.

Irresistible.

That might be the first and only time he had used that term to describe a woman but he'll never admit it out loud.

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz thankyouuu for my Agwa ;;;;; ((hngg. I can def relate kay bibilo coz those thighs))

#philmytcrea #planet puto #planetputo #rp tamawo #maliksithetamawo #oc #maliksi x agwa

[thru-the-grapevine]

The Dock of the Bay (m)

Pairing: Han Seungwoo x fem!reader

Summary: The night is beautiful, the water is fine, and you aren’t afraid of anything. Except maybe getting caught.

Word Count: ~3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), skinny-dipping, pwp, established relationship, they’re both brats your honor

Author’s Note: @chanis-banani eat my ass <3

You’d never admit it, especially not to him, but Han Seungwoo deserves full marks for this date.

He sent you a link this afternoon to a restaurant for a type of food you’d never tried before, stating a time later that night and “be there”. You responded with the middle finger emoji for the bossiness, to which he replied “they’ve got your favorite whiskey and I just got paid, so it’s on me”. You immediately replied with the halo emoji, then “yes sir” and a wink. He said “thought so, little brat” and indulged your ensuing indignance.

Ghanaian food, it turns out, is absolutely delicious. You’re not sure why they have your whiskey there, since it isn’t Ghanaian, but maybe it’s just that the restaurant is local. One of the guys from Seungwoo’s pickup footie team comes out from the kitchen to say hey and offers you both another round on him, so you’re pleasantly buzzed by the time the two of you exit into the warm evening.

You love the way urban places are at night, and you think Seungwoo must know it. You love the way the temperature mellows, the way all the street lamps and storefront signs create a comforting glow in the dark. People are still out, but with less of a hurry or end goal, enjoying the same thing you are.

Seungwoo ends up guiding you both to the waterfront to meander along the boardwalk. Things are alive out here, hopping with snack vendors and entertainers and game booths. Seungwoo offers to try and win you a prize at a game, something he knows you’ll roll your eyes at him for (when has he ever been known for gentlemanly chivalry?) and he laughs when you do just that.

You do indulge in a fortune teller together, just for kicks and giggles, and the woman reads your palms. You’re pretty sure she’s besotted with Seungwoo, because she says something generic about you and then says, “careful with this one. He’s trouble. The good kind” about Seungwoo, with a wink.

You cross your eyes at him when he waggles his eyebrows at you.

He catches you staring out at the water a few times before taking your hand and suggesting you both go down to the shoreline. You both step over a low-hanging chain holding a “Closed: No Visitors Allowed” sign on it and ditch your socks and shoes nearby, wandering barefoot in the sand.

Your whiskey buzz from before has worn off, but the warmth of it has lingered in your blood, kept everything around you lovely. Even Seungwoo. You find yourself staring at him as he scours the shoreline for skipping rocks. The reflection of the moon on the water lighting his face, the breeze off the water ruffling his hair, gives him an unfairly ethereal aura. Unfair because his demeanor is never, ever ethereal; why should he get to look the part?

He tries to teach you how to skip rocks, finding more underneath a large, empty fishing pier farther down the shoreline. You learn to copy his stance and the flick of his wrist perfectly, but nothing ever skips. You don’t like him besting you in things, so to distract him you grab the hem of your shirt and peel it up and over your head.

Seungwoo’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“Is it my birthday?” He teases, gaze trailing over your newly exposed skin.

You roll your eyes and try to ignore the way his gaze makes your skin feel hot. You feign nonchalance as you half-fold your shirt and set it aside to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. “I want to go skinny-dipping.”

“What, here? Now?” He glances up and down the shoreline, then above your heads at the silent fishing pier above you.

You smile and turn your back to him teasingly, nudging your bra straps off your shoulders and removing it. “Why not? Too scared to join me?”

“Could get caught.”

You grin at him over your shoulder. “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“Your definition of fun is interesting,” he says, but he’s grinning, too.

You turn back to your task and laugh when you hear the rustle of his own clothing.

He’s done faster than you, not bothering to be neat and leaving his clothes haphazard on the sand. You turn and watch him wade into the water as you finish folding your jeans, silently admiring his back muscles and what little ass he has to speak of while he can’t see you doing it.

He turns back in waist-deep water when you start wading in after him. He watches you with lazy heat, gaze trickling down your body from head to toe with unashamed lust.

You keep wading and fold your arms across your chest, fully aware it makes your tits look good and pretending you have no idea. “Staring is rude.”

“Uh huh,” he says absently, staring anyway. You can feel his gaze like a hand on your skin, especially when he lingers below your navel.

You kick at the water and splash him. He coughs in surprise, hands lifting and wiping the water from his face up into his hair.

“Perv,” you say lightly, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

His grin is wolfish when you come to a stop in front of him.

“It was your idea to swim naked in public and I’m the perv?”

He makes a compelling argument, but you’ll never admit it, so you splash him again.

He laughs and reaches out lightning-fast to catch your wrist before you can splash him a third time, grinning when your attempts to pull it free go in vain.

“Easy, little firecracker,” he murmurs, wading backwards into deeper water, pulling you with him.

You splash him with your free hand, and he grins and ducks fully underwater, letting go of you entirely. A moment later, you shriek as a hand on your ankle yanks you under, too.

You emerge, spluttering, a few seconds later to a grinning Seungwoo, rivulets of water flowing from his hair.

“Not fair,” you protest.

“Cry about it,” he suggests, biting his lip and splashing you full in the face before diving away.

You give chase, the two of you splashing and giggling and swimming farther out underneath the pier. You end up piggybacking him when the water becomes too deep for you to stand upright, and his hands settle under your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin.

You hook your ankles together around his front, and they brush faintly against a little thatch of hair low on his belly, and a smooth hardness.

You grin and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Isn’t the fear of getting caught being publicly indecent supposed to kill libido?”

He sighs as you begin sucking a mark into his skin.

“Tell that to the body part of yours radiating a thousand degrees against my tailbone right now,” he says.

He makes another compelling argument, but you once again don’t want to admit it, so you suck a little harder at the spot on his neck.

He manhandles you around before you can protest until you’re piggybacking him from the front. Even in the dark beneath the pier, you can make out the smile on his face, one that feels especially fond. You love it, and it also makes some feeling in your chest squirm a little, so you lean in and kiss him before you have to think much about it, before he can say something dumb and ruin it.

He sighs and runs his hands up your thighs and hips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you firmly against him. It’s different to kiss him like this, your mouths slick from swimming, naked bodies weightless and brushing into each other with the gentle swell of the water. You could easily get addicted to it. He’s an infuriatingly good kisser, as always, no other way to describe it but as somehow kissing you with his whole body. Every inch of him is into you, invested in the teasing, openmouthed kisses he’s engulfing you in, and maybe you were thinking of getting him to do exactly this, and that’s why you’re hot and bothered.

You get so lost in the building heat of kissing him that you make a noise of surprise when your back bumps up against something. Seungwoo only kisses you harder, one hand leaving your back to brace against whatever you’re leaning against—one of the posts holding up the pier, you realize—and the other guiding you closer to him. He grinds his hips into the scorching warmth of yours, unhurried, the water making the glide smooth. You both groan into one another’s mouths at the feeling. Your fingernails instinctively dig into his shoulders, both for purchase and in appreciation for the slow, hard way he’s grinding just right along your clit.

His mouth leaves yours and begins sucking a path of leisurely, biting kisses along your jawline. One of his hands weaves into your hair, angling your head so he can continue trailing the wet kisses down your neck. You can hear the swell of your racing pulse in your ears, the way each breath you take comes a little quicker, a little shallower. Lust shimmers under your skin, lighting up under his other hand, now coasting stealthily down the front of your body.

You moan and thump your head back against the post when he cups you firmly between your legs. Fuck, you need this. He lifts his head and covers your mouth with his again, kissing the breath out of you until your head is spinning and your body is aching for more of him. His pace is still deliberate and measured, fingertips massaging slowly up and down the swollen, parted opening of your body. You wriggle your hips, working to get him to touch the places that yearn to be petted most.

His hand tightens in your hair, securing you in place. You feel him smile into your mouth before he nips at your lower lip.

“Be good and hold still,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the water-slick curve of your jaw and brushing over your ear, “or I’ll make you wait longer to get what you need.”

Ugh. You huff out an exasperated breath. He always does this, always ruins a perfectly nice thing by challenging you to “be good” in some annoyingly pliant way. Be good, hah. What if he just gave you what you wanted when you wanted it, for a change? Would it injure his ego that much?

You grin and squirm in his hold, trying to snap your legs shut, but he’s right between them and won’t budge. Determined now, you keep fidgeting against him, trying to get away, fighting not to give him the satisfaction of teasing you. He lets go of your hair and grabs at your hip, trying to keep you in place, but the slippery nature of being submerged in water works against him and you slip free. You dive aside with a laugh, Seungwoo hot on your tail.

The two of you wrestle with one another, the water thrashing into choppy, bubbly little waves around you. Your mistake is letting him corral you into deeper water, where you don’t have the leverage of the ground. After another brief struggle, Seungwoo succeeds in pinning your arms immobile behind you, your back to his front. You strain your legs for the ground, pointing your toes and slicing them through the water below for purchase, but you can’t find it. In the end, you have to settle your feet against his shins just to keep your chin above the water.

Seungwoo is panting hard but grinning in triumph against your temple. He tsks at you.

“All that just for wanting to give you a nicer orgasm,” he says. “Amazing we didn’t attract any attention.”

Your body betrays you, thrilling back to life when his hand not securing you in place slides down your front again.

You gasp wildly, nearly choking on the water around you, when his fingers part you with ease and two of them sink inside you all the way to the knuckle.

Seungwoo’s smirk drifts from your temple to the shell of your ear. “Better keep quiet or someone might hear.”

You open your mouth to tell him just what you’d make them hear, just as his fingers crook inside of you roughly, right into a spot so sensitive you can’t think straight. You make a choked, gurgling noise, panting and fighting to keep your wits about you as he keeps massaging his fingertips right into that spot.

He chuckles, sucking a kiss to your earlobe, before snapping his wrist and fucking his fingers into you sharply. You moan out, conflicted between the desire to ruin his plans and the desire for him, for this. You try experimentally to wriggle away from him, failing.

“Mmmm,” he coos, building a steady but harsh pace. “Can’t move. Can’t struggle. So good and obedient for me.”

Horny rage floods your mind at “obedient”. How dare he? You lift a foot away from his leg to kick him, but you only lose your balance and slip sideways. His hand stays exactly where it is, meaning you fall hard into the thrust of his fingers. A desperate moan punches out of your chest against your will.

He makes it worse and grinds his palm hard into your clit, sparks of pleasure threatening to weaken your muscles.

“If you wanted it harder you could’ve asked,” Seungwoo purrs, and you can hear his grin.

“Oh f-fuck you—ah!”

You scramble to re-balance your feet against his shins as he picks up a harder pace. God. Fuck. Every rough thrust of his fingers is delicious, maddening. You can hear yourself laboring for breath over the gentle lap of the water, and then, worse—the distant murmur of voices.

Seungwoo finally releases your arms and covers your mouth, tilting your chin up an inch. You grasp up at his shoulders to keep yourself upright in the water as he takes another step deeper.

He presses your body firmly back against his, mouth at your ear again.

“Keep quiet unless you want them to hear how I make you come.”

And then he starts fingerfucking you harder than before. Your eyes roll back into your head; holy shit, that’s perfect, that’s so infuriatingly perfect. Fuck, it’s not fair. Footsteps continue closer from the shore end of the pier, and you bite down hard on your tongue to stifle all the pitiful noises you want to make. God, you want to be mad at him for this, but the threat of being discovered is only sending a spike of heat down your spine.

Seungwoo, for the brutal pace he’s setting, is keeping surprisingly quiet. Being further submerged in the water has kept any movement of his arm from making splashes. This hardly seems fair. Too easy for him. You let go of one of his shoulders and fumble behind you, down low on his torso, towards the solid protrusion pressed against your back.

You hear Seungwoo’s breath stutter as you wrap your hand around him and pump, attempting to keep pace with how his fingers are drilling into you. He thrusts sharply into that little sensitive patch inside of you in warning. You work desperately to keep pumping even as the pleasure fogs your mind. He startles you and bites down hard on your neck beneath your ear, muffling the quietest of moans into your skin.

The footsteps, as well as muffled voices, linger in place from down the pier. Your mind feels hazy, too many things to focus on at once—keeping yourself above water, keeping yourself quiet, despite your neck slowly bruising under Seungwoo’s mouth, your hand faltering over his cock, your intimate muscles gradually clamping into a vise around his unrelenting fingers. It’s so good, everything feels so good, he’s hitting the perfect spot over and over again just as rough as you like it, and fire is beginning to creep up the backs of your legs and into your stomach, euphoric heat stoking into a full flame, it’s perfect, just like that, right there—

You don’t realize he’s yanked his hand out from between your legs until it’s too late. You gape, entire body wracked with orgasmic shudders as you clamp down and down and down on nothing, nothing at all. Holy shit. Fuck. You gasp as quietly as you can for air, desire aching inside of you in unfulfilled disappointment. As the haze of lust slowly begins to dissipate, a whole different kind of fire begins to burn in your gut. Dipping your face down into the water, you scream in utter rage.

You feel Seungwoo smile against your neck.

The voices and the footsteps have retreated back down the pier and into the night. For a long moment, the two of you float there together, catching your breath.

Seungwoo speaks up first, letting go of you.

“Should’ve listened and let me give you the nice orgasm, huh?”

You turn to him, incredulous, and see the bastard grinning.

“I,” you say, with surprisingly even calmness, “am going to fucking kill you for that.”

The water is throwing little sparkles into his eyes, gleaming in amusement.

“Well…to kill me, you’d have to catch me first.”

And then his hands come down on your shoulders, dunking you beneath the surface.

In the tranquil quiet under the water, you take a moment to plot his demise. When your head breaks the surface again, he’s already swimming for shore. You give chase, and despite your righteous indignation at the ruined orgasm, you feel yourself grin.

As much as you hate to admit it…Han Seungwoo is knocking it out of the park with this date. And you’re going to make him pay for it.

#seungwoo smut #han seungwoo smut #seungwoo x reader #han seungwoo x reader #seungwoo fanfic #han seungwoo fanfic #seungwoo #han seungwoo #victon #admin ellie #ellie writes #ellie’s spice #you got lucky beedee i diagnose this a solid B minus #thankfully you have another one coming :) #im nothing if not magnanimous :)

[milflewis]

i'd love to hear your thoughts on surfer!mick encountering mermaid!lewis (can you tell i can't stop thinking about that photo)

1. “I’ve been looking for you,” Mick says, and the mermaid looks over his shoulder, spotting him. He doesn’t move from his perch on the rocks so Mick paddles closer.

“Not in a weird way,” Mick quickly follows up with, floundering. “Just — over the years. I’ve kept an eye out. Normally. Casual. Just to see if I saw you again. Yeah.”

He winces. That could’ve come out better.

The end of the mermaid’s tail is draped into the water and the scales Mick can see are a dark purple, shiny and slick like oil in the sun. They run up his stomach, fading strangely into skin at his waist. Mick is too far to see the details of his tattoos.

Normally, Mick knows from school, they can reach up past the middle of the ribs but he must have human in him somewhere for them to be so low.

“You saved my life once.” Mick clears his throat, tightening his fingers around his board. He pulls one leg up under him. His throat is dry.

He loves the sea, always has, even when he is scared of it. Maybe especially then.

He had known better than to go surfing when it was that choppy, with winds that high, even at that age, but he had just gotten that new board and ignored every voice in his head that told him no.

He had been sure he was going to die there, coughing and cold and wet, too dark and swirling to tell where was up or where was down.

“It was a while ago,” Mick says. “You might not remember.”

“You were shorter.” The mermaid’s voice is soft, softer that Mick expected, and his teeth are sharp.

“Well,” Mick shrugs, cheeks heating. “I was thirteen so.”

He remembers how his nails dug into Mick’s shoulders, how he pulled and pulled and pulled until Mick could feel sand on his knees and pushed at his chest until Mick choked, bone sore and shaking. His eyes were very bright in the dark when Mick looked at him. Mick remembered how he looked right back.

He’s looking at Mick right now.

“I remember,” he says, and smiles. He’s very pretty actually. Mick is helpless not to smile back.

“I wanted to say thank you, for that, so, um, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” the mermaid replies and Mick gets the faint feeling he’s laughing at him.

2. “Woah, man, is that, like, fish?”

Lewis pokes at smoked salmon on top of the cracker Mick gave him, face unreadable. The sun is setting behind him and the loose off white beach coverup that Mick stole from Gina’s room is slipping off one shoulder. The whole effect is slightly devastating to Mick’s insides. It might even be giving him indigestion.

He looks at the fish, and then at Lewis’s face, just barely frowning, not quite a grimace, and back at the fish before it clicks. Oh god.

“Oh, god,” he says out loud. “Can you — I didn’t even think to ask, I’m so sorry. Can you even eat fish? I mean, do you eat fish because, you know —“

Lewis pulls a face, mouth pulling up, one eye squinting. He peers sheepishly at Mick. He looks like he might try eating it anyway. This is definitely giving Mick stomach problems. He’s ruined everything.

Lewis gently puts down the cracker, exhaling. It’s almost a sigh. “Fish are friends,” he says, quiet. “Not food.”

Mick closes his eyes. He’s so fucking stupid. He planned this entire thing out — getting the time right with the sunset and the weather and the lack of people on their corner of the beach and — And. And.

“I love Finding Nemo,” he states calmly. Lewis grins at him, all seriousness come from his face. Mick hates him.

“Such a classic, right?”

“You know, Hamilton,” Mick says, butterflies melting away. “You’re a bit of a dickhead, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Nope!” Lewis says, popping a grape into his mouth, eyes crinkling. Mick flicks some crumbs at him with his fingers.

3. Mick goes very still as he lifts a hand, palm first. A raindrop falls in the centre of it, light and warm.

He doesn’t bother saying just one moment to Sebastian, taking three long running steps to shove Lewis off the edge of the pier and into the sea.

When Lewis’s head pops up out of the water, eyelashes dark and curls flat, he’s laughing. The rain isn’t quite a lash but it’s not a drizzle either. It’s water whatever way you spin it.

“Really?” Lewis says, grinning. His pearl necklace matches the ones in his ears. Mick picked up a bracelet that he thinks would look nice with it at one of the stalls at the market in town a few days ago.

There’s a shiver of deep purple shimmering below where Lewis’s legs should be if you squint.

“Yes, really,” Mick replies, shifting so Sebastian can’t see his face. He raises his eyebrows meaningfully. Lewis rolls his eyes.

“Huh.” Sebastian comes up beside him, his sensible sandals quiet on the stone pier. He pauses to lick messily at his ice cream cone. “I thought it is just salt water that activates your tail. Does regular rain water do it too?”

Mick stares at him, and then at Lewis when he says, “Nah, it’s just salt water. Has to be from the sea too. Mickie here is just being overly cautious.”

“Overly cautious?! What if someone saw —“

Mermaids are rare enough and nearly every part of them is worth a lot of money. They’ve been an endangered species as long as Mick can remember.

Sebastian hums, solemn. “So serious, our Mick.”

“So sorry for being concerned,” Mick declares, throwing his hands up in the air because he knows it’ll make Lewis laugh. It does. Mick, very seriously, ignores the amused look Sebastian sends him.

4. “Wait,” Mick says, a while after. He and Sebastian are sat side by side now, feet dangling in the water, cool against their calves. Strands of Lewis’s hair tickle Mick’s leg whenever he floats too close.

“How did you know Lewis was a mermaid? I never told you.”

He looks quickly at Lewis to make sure he knows that. Lewis’s mouth tilts up at one side and he doesn’t say anything. Mick curls his toes and uncurls them.

“I didn’t either,” Lewis says, looking up at Sebastian. He wraps a wet hand around Mick’s ankle, thumb brushing along his instep.

Sebastian shrugs, face flat and still in that way that he does right before he’s about to tell a joke that he is particularly proud of. His mouth is twitching.

“Ah, you know,” he starts, shrugging. “The smell of fish is very strong around him, yes?”

He catches hold of Mick’s t-shirt when Lewis pulls Sebastian in by the foot, dragging both of them down. Mick swallows a dreadful amount of sea water, laughing and then choking. Lewis’s hands are cold and soft on his elbows when he pulls him back up to the surface.

5. Lewis’s shoulders are bare and broad as he arches in the air, whole body twisting and tucking as he dives back into the water. Show off.

Mick reaches out a hand and Lewis swims closer, humming. It’s still too early for other surfers to be out, sun not yet risen, tide in and calm.

Mick lies his chest flat on his board, one arm folded under his chin, the other still outstretched. Lewis’s curls are damp at the edges and loose around his face. Mick tucks one behind his ear when he gets close enough.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” he says, and Lewis only raises is eyebrows.

“Have you?”

“Yes,” and when Mick kisses him, he tastes of salt and his lips are cold but his tongue is warm and everything is wet. He realises if he holds Lewis’s chin in one hand, fingers on his cheek, he can feel how the lines around Lewis’s mouth deepen when he smiles.

#ok this is definitely not what u wanted im sorry but my brain broke thank u for this #this was a v fun format i have to say! #inspired by the lovely naila’s valewis mermaid lewis fic ofc #schumilton #f1 #little fics

[fragileizywriting]

"you know plagg, i think what makes this super scary— okay, no, hold on, it's not actually that scary; i'd say that you're 'pretty scary'— why am i bothering to use quotation marks there? it's not like you can even see me—"

"—i can see you."

huh. okay. "you can?"

"well, yeah." same old plagg, even if this isn't his same old form. "that's the whole point of this. it's just that you can't see me."

yeah, no kidding! instead of a ceiling in her room, there's a giant black void, and in this void comes out fog. it's the world's most strangest augmented reality, perfectly suited for the exact space of her room— the void is flush, right up to where the ceiling meets the walls, black-ink fog slowly drifting down and meeting her peachy-pink walls like there is cotton falling from the sky. light refuses to permeate from there, black and dark and horrid, and if it weren't for her hanging plants still hanging from where she'd hooked a long rope from, she'd assumed that her roof had completely been torn off by a black hole.

"actually, what is the point of this?"

"to help you in fights."

"up there?"

"i'm containing myself in your room so that i don't scare the citizens of paris. but yes."

"huh," she says, rather simply, climbing onto her chaise and looking up, up, up. "so you're seeing a birds-eye view."

"correct, princess." his voice is the deepest thing known to mankind. it rumbles like a cinema theatre would, fitting for what must be the biggest entity in the entire universe, hiding on the other side of the portal, but she doesn't expect to hear a: "you forgot to make your bed today," out of him when she continues to pace around the room, trying to spot anything in the void. he sounds like an old man. deep chested. but also very loud.

"it's like the sims," she tells him, ignoring the quip about her bed. he can see that? but that's above her... so he's telling the truth. "or like a dollhouse."

"essentially."

"how is this supposed to help me in a fight other than scare someone shitless?" she brings a finger up to her chin. "you can see me, so you have a physical form, i'm assuming. unless you are just like, a ceiling rug."

"are you scared shitless?"

wow, it's really funny to hear that voice say a curse word. it's got her giggling. in fact, it breaks tension; she can tell, because she knows plagg really well, that he's nervous— he'd mentioned something about this numerous times throughout her life, saying things about protecting her at whatever cost, including using his form that he doesn't enjoy using— so here they are now, acclimating her to this, so that if there's ever a need for it, she won't panic. but tension still bleeds into the room, because plagg is no longer a cute little tiny kitten that fits in both of her palms, but rather something else entirely. and plagg, poor plagg, is terrified. probably because he’s scared of her reaction? that seems the most logical explanation.

"not really," she replies, rather simply. "it's you, plagg. you've seen me when i'm PMSing. that's pretty scary."

he laughs. “i guess you’re right.”

“now, explain to me what i’ll be looking at.”

“i’m not going to show you my face, or any of that stuff. let’s take this slow.”

“like a new fish acclimating to a new fish tank.”

“your metaphors need some work,” he drawls, a laugh curved into the end. “but sure. anyway, i’m a giant cat god. which is why i don’t want to alarm you with my face, or anything. or my body.”

“like the great sphinx?”

“not exactly. but i’m pretty big, just like it.”

“do you have a tail?”

“i do.”

“awh. and cat ears, too?”

“and cat eyes.”

“you sound cute. like a giant cat? why is that so scary?”

“because i am scary. when i want to, i’ve got six paws.”

six? jesus. ah. oh. hm.

“what do you need all those paws for?” she teases, even though her heart is racing and she’s doing her best not to make a face.

“to deal with you,” he replies, right back, and she imagines that he’s leaning on his folded palms with his chin, just like he always does, whenever he’s fascinated with something. “i’m gonna reach out with one of my hands. don’t freak out. i’ll go slow.”

“you got it, little chef.” then, she stops, before finding herself blurting out: “wait!”

“yeah?”

“i wanna see your left hand.”

“why?”

“i want to have at least some choice.”

he snorts. “will that actually make you feel safer? or are you just pulling my ear?”

“i don’t know. i’m just trying to make you feel better.”

“okay. left one it is, then. let me scoot a bit because i’ve been leaning this entire time on it.”

the two of them go quiet; her, waiting, anticipation stringing her up like a puppet, baited breath stuck in her throat. him, apprehensive, no doubt worried about her reaction because she knows that he has a soft spot for her, try as he might even attempt to deny it. the two of them love each other for a reason. and maybe she feels a bit of pride every time she recalls that he’s told the other kwamis that she’s the best holder he’s ever had, no questions asked.

the void starts to move. she blinks up at her ceiling golden pothos, the vining thing that shifts on her ceiling every time there’s a slight breeze from her humidifier. from the darkness, something emerges, reasonably far away from her and where she stays next to her desk, falling from the void like a puff of the fog.

it’s massive.

it’s massive.

the thing about it is that it’s not even a paw. a giant, almost-barely-translucent, fog-like hand reaches out and rests against her chaise. the arm is thicker than a tree. almost as wide as a car. it— him— he wouldn’t be able to fit through her door. he dwarfs the poor chaise like he’s playing with a miniature dollhouse. oh, oh oh oh— and the fingers— the fingers are that of a human, broad-palmed and kinda proportionately thick fingers? at the ends are claws. just like hers whenever she’s in her hexleather, plagg has talons.

“holy shit!” she eeps, jumping in surprise. giddiness bubbles out of her like carbonation, eyes wide and lips peeled in a grin. “whoa,” she exclaims. and then: “whoa. whoa, whoa whoa!”

“you’re freaking out.”

“you are so much bigger than i thought!”

“princess, you’re freaking out.”

“why do you have human hands?” she blurts out. “you’re a cat god. why human hands?”

“i’ve always had them.”

“but not in your kwami form?”

“i don’t really need fingers at that size.”

“i thought i was going to see a giant cat paw.” even though instinct is telling her to flee, flee, flee, she’s hotwired her brain to deal with whatever is giving her heart palpitations head on. the beauty of fighting akumas every week for the past ten years, of course, and yet even plagg himself seems tense— or as tense she can possibly tell based on a single left hand and strong forearm— when she walks close. “i was ready to see some cute toe beans! toe beans of a cat god! how cute would that have been? but you’re telling me you actually have a hand?”

his thumb is bigger than her. just his thumb. it’s about the same size and stature of mister bug— christ, no, she’s completely wrong, mister bug is the size of plagg’s pinky finger, claw not included— she touches him on instinct, and plagg doesn’t tell her no, so it must be safe. she knows it is. plagg loves her. plagg cares about her. he’d never hurt her. she can feel it.

she faceplants into the webbing between his thumb and forefinger before she starts screaming bloody murder.

“you’re a god,” she mumbles. his skin is cold. physically there, even though he’s slightly transparent. she can sort of see the chaise. the floor. the other side of her room from this angle. she screws her eyes shut before she panics about seeing right through his skin.

“yeah.”

“oh my god,” she wheezes. “this is… wow. plagg, you’re incredible! i always forget that you’re not actually my cat kitten thing but an actual god!”

“i can show up like this even when i’m inside the ring,” he murmurs, or at least tries to, because he’s a massive cat god hiding inside a portal that occupies the entire real estate of her ceiling. “if there’s a sentimonster giving you an actual issue, we can open this gate.”

he says nothing about how she’s purring, nuzzling into his finger, replying with a: “it’s a gate?”

“it’s a portal. gate. whatever. i’m just saying that i’m here for you, okay? always. even during a fight. hey, are you even listening?” he lifts her chin up with the very middle of his finger pad, knowing better than to use the actual talon that adorns the tip. she has the ridiculous sensation of being a polly pocket. “hey. pay attention. the ring takes me to another dimension whenever you power up— it’s a long story, it’s not necessary to explain that— but that means i’m able to come into this dimension whenever there’s a fight, too. i’m pretty fast at grabbing things. maybe i can grab a sentimonster and hold him for you, or something.”

“we’ll work something out, i’ve definitely got some ideas. hey, are you hungry? do you wanna, uh, shrink back a bit to come eat food? i don’t know if you’ll get through the trapdoor like that. i don’t think you even want to get through the trapdoor like that.”

“okay. sure.” and then, just as his hand slowly retreats, still scared to make her scared, she hears him say: “thanks for not relinquishing the ring right then and there, princess. i was… pretty nervous.”

#speakizys #sharks and sugar

[wavvie]

🔺🥯😞 for nelia and ilanius, obviously, and one other of your choosing !!!

🔺does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Nelia - Nelia depends solely on her magic in lue of a weapon. Her knowledge of weapons is really just "sharp end goes in enemy, don't get hit with enemies sharp end," though I can't blame her. Her unique ability lets her tap into the source of all magic, meaning very strong spells, without paying the price of using such spells. Where others must be granted that access, Nelia gets a free pass to take as she pleases. However, she still has limitations and rules she must follow. She can't just rain fire on a city just because she feels like it.

Ilanius - Ilanius is well versed in weapons. His stepfather raised him pretty much as his son, giving him an extensive education. Ilanius is often duel-wielding short swords but knows how to use various swords, cross-bows, and a bow and arrow. Ilanius also was born with magic, though to no avail has he been able to control it. Many have tried to teach him the art of mastering chaos. So, in theory, he could attempt to use that as a weapon, though his opponent would likely best him while he was casting.

Otho - Otho, much like Nelia, knows what end to stick them with, and that is all. Though he loves to tell people he studied to become a bard at the College of Winter's Edge. Winter's Edge is not a Bard College; it's known for being a school that mainly teaches necromancy, illusion, and transmutation. Though most laugh off his claim, there's more truth in it than many would think.

🥯 what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Nelia - If Nelia is near civilization she'll eat whatever the locals recommend. If she's traveling with someone, they usually will catch and cook something and share it with her under some sort of agreement. If she's traveling alone, she usually fends off hunger with anything she can forage. Hunting with magic makes anything caught pretty much unedible, and she lacks the patience for traps.

Ilanius - Ilanius will eat whatever he can catch if he's in between cities. If he's near civilization, he usually eats poached eggs on some sort of bread and if he can afford it he'll have bacon too.

Narsi - As a Lady in a wealthy family Narsi typically eats honied portage with fresh berries, a small plate of bread with different cheeses, and smoked ham/fish depending on the season.

😞 does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

Nelia - Whether intentionally or not, Nelia tends to scare people away. She claims she likes it that way, but girlie lies through her teeth. In minor interactions such with merchants, inn keeps, and barmaids many walk away from the interaction pleasantly surprised she wasn't all as bad as she seemed. Mama didn't raise her to forget her manners.

Ilanius - People flock to Ilanius like a moth to light; he easily earns people's trust. That being said, he'll compliment you to your face only to talk shit about you behind your back, though usually it's well deserved... usually. Ilanius is very charming and easily liked, and that's what makes him so dangerous. I'm not saying he's a bad person, but maybe watch that valuable family heirloom he's nonchalantly eyeing.

Yaenfiera - Once upon a time, Yaen inspired love and respect everywhere she went. Now? One mention of her name and people spit. If she dared show her face? Well, no violence occurs -she was anointed by the divines to speak on their behalf; you can't just go punching holy figures- but horrendous words are thrown her way. I guess that's what happens when you start a war (albeit she didn't draw first blood, but Ivaenia had every legal right to declare war and break the 500-year war treaty, among other treaties), only to bounce when your people need you.

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#thank you for the ask!! #I did someone different for each prompt #i couldn't decide on just one lmao #oc: ilanius naeroum #oc: nelia of zenier #oc: otho rolandus #oc: narsi docken #oc: yaenfiera of zenier #nexility-sims #ask #hod:r

[jurygarroth]

my playlists r private :(

but im sending fav songs from them anyways bc i am a nuisance :)

(garroth)

brother // madds buckley

the family jewels // marina

history hates lovers // oublaire

top of my school // katherine lynn-rose

family line // conan gray

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

two birds // regina spektor

my alcoholic friends // the dresdon dolls

la seine // vanessa paradis

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CHRIST ON A POPSICLE STICK this was hard work but i'll do it for you [pasted + formatted under readmore]

me again!!

(vylad)

god must hate me // catie turner

viva la vida // coldplay

the author // luz

like i remember you // vera blue

wires // the neighbourhood

glory and gore // lorde

dog days are over // florence + the machine

little pistol // mother mother

the hand that feeds // the crane wives

arsonist's lullaby // hozier

the night we met // lord huron

sunlight // hozier

pretty little things // the crane wives

kalmia kid // chloe moriondo

poison // stick and poke

working for the knife // mitski

a burning hill // mitski

where is my mind? // the pixies

hansel // sodikken

hold yourself tight // the scary jokes

bad apple!! // richaadeb

dread in my heart // mother mother

brother // madds buckley

the horror and the wild // the amazing devil

blame // air traffic controller

in our bedroom after the war // stars

liar // the arcadian wild

the moon will sing // the crane wives

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

like real people do // hozier

(aphmau)

sweet hibiscus tea // penelope scott

under my skin // jukebox the ghost

anxiety song // human petting zoo

do it 4 yrself (di4y) // human petting zoo

kingdom dance // tangled

never love an anchor // the crane wives

the moss // cosmo sheldrake

cryptid (mothman) // ratwyfe

i was an island // john-allison weiss

the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes

vanilla curls // teddy hyde

class of 2013 (live) // mitski

down the river // the crane wives

(dante)

two birds // regina spektor

somewhere only we know // keane

the moon will sing // the crane wives

the tree on the hill / percy jackson musical

a sadness runs through him // the hoosiers

rises the moon // liana flores

second child, restless child // the oh hellos

never love an anchor // the crane wives

overgrown garden // beetlebug

stray italian greyhound // vienna teng

in our bedroom after the war // stars

allies or enemies // the crane wives

come with me // chxrlotte

ready now // dodie

call them brothers // regina spektor, only son

brutus // the buttress

drinking song for the socially anxious // the amazing devil

ramblings of a lunatic // bears in trees

brother // kodaline

war of hearts (acoustic ver) // ruelle

(gene)

ambrosia wine // madds buckley

big bad wolf // roses & revolutions

runs in the family // amanda palmer

bad bad things // ajj

this is love // air traffic controller

teeth // 5 seconds of summer

sheep go to heaven // cake

my heart gies bum bum bum // flatsound

don't blame me // taylor swift

raise hell // brandi carlile

...ready for it? // taylor swift

smoke breaks // daddy and the long legs

somebody told me // the killers

losing face // wilbur soot

tongues and teeth // the crane wives

bird song // florence + the machine

revived // derivakat

i don't take insults lightly // madds buckley

monet issues // chase petra

pomegranate seeds // julian moon

choke // i don't know how but they found me

an unhealthy obsession // the blake robinson synthetic orchestra

villains, pt 1 // emma blackery

mama // my chemical romance

blood - end credits // my chemical romance

ignorance // paramore

all i wanted // paramore

the killing kind // marianas trench

rebels // call me karizma

she's my collar // gorillaz, kali uchis

hayloft ii // mother mother

saint bernard // lincoln

i miss having sex but at least i don't wanna die // waterparks

setting yourself up for sarcasm // get scared

killer // the hoosiers

oblivion // halfy & winks

animal i have become // three days grace

horrible kids // set it off

(travis)

the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes

imposter syndome (live ver) // sidney gish

burn him down! // kitsch club

friends with you // the scary jokes

catabolic seed // the scary jokes

pink smoke // the scary jokes

agatka (agatha! you're being melodramatic!) // weatherday

anxiety song // human petting zoo

onion boy // isaac dunbar

dr. sunshine is dead // will wood and the tapeworms

should've been me // mitski

pleaser // wallows

you are going to hate this // the frights

hate yourself // tv girl

tell me it's okay - demo // paramore

peach scone // hobo johnson

oh klahoma // jack stauber

achilles come down // gang of youths

nights like these // pigeon pit

i can't make you love me // dave thomas junior

vanilla curls // teddy hyde

self care // penelope scott

ship in a bottle // fin

RLLY LONG ONE BTW

(laurance)

ribs // the crane wives

red moon // will wood and the tapeworms

like real people do // hozier

community gardens // the scary jokes, louie zong

fences // destroy boys

too close // sir chloe

be nice to me // the front bottoms

michelle // sir chloe

mr. loverman // ricky montgomery

505 // arctic monkeys

hopelessly devoted to you // olivia newton-john

still into you // paramore

all i wanted // paramore

hey lover! // wabie

hot rod // dayglow

the bidding // tally hall

baby hotline // jack stauber's micropop

oh klahoma // jack stauber

be calm // fun.

dear fellow traveller // sea wolf

lay all your love on me // abba

eighth wonder // lemon demon

your new boyfriend // wilbur soot

the hand that feeds // the crane wives

your best american girl // mitski

indigo night // tamino

the garden // the crane wives

metaphor // the crane wives

the night we met // lord huron

kiss with a fist // florence + the machine

problems // mother mother

a burning hill // mitski

absentee // jack campbell

i want you // mitski

better than me // the brobecks

cigarette daydreams // cage the elephant

tongue tied // grouplove

since i saw vienna // wilbur soot

never love an anchor // the crane wives

creep // radiohead

a sadness runs through him // hoosiers

oleander // mother mother

the moon will sing // the crane wives

icicles // the scary jokes

dark red // steve lacy

ship in a bottle // fin

under my skin // jukebox the ghost

alrighty aphrodite // peach pit

every other freckle // alt-j

curses // the crane wives

everyone // mitski

down the river // the crane wives

october // the crane wives

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

being so normal // peach pit

grenade // bruno mars

the bug collector // haley heynderickx

#new named anon just dropped #testimonies

[chiyuki-suishou]

Vacations

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Thanks to Gwen Reaper for all of these images and info~! For more help on vacations, pls visit Gwen Reaper's Tips & Tricks ☆ ～('▽^人)

Winter - December (previous year), January and February

Spring - March, April and May

Summer - June, July and August

Autumn/Fall - September, October and November

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Winter 2046

Haha, maybe they like watching people ice skating! (+emotion)

Be careful! Don't fall down and hurt yourself... (+care)

Wow! We should [go] ice fishing! (+self-esteem)

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Spring 2046

Haha, you are much prettier than the butterfly! (+emotion)

Let's go and catch it! (+self-esteem)

Let's not scare it. (+care)

Yes, it's pretty just like you! (+emotion)

If you pick them, they will die. (+charm)

Come here! Let me put it behind your ear. (+emotion)

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Summer 2046

Then stop talking and eat it! (+self-esteem)

It’s alright, just don't get it on your clothes. (+emotion)

Come over! Let me help you! (+emotion)

Good girl! You should put it in the trash. (+emotion)

You can put it on your head and use it as a hat! (-)

Why are you telling me? I don't eat the shell! (+emotion)

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Autumn 2046

Good girl! (+emotion)

Look at that poor fish! We should put it back in the water. (+self-esteem)

Cool! We should barbeque it! (+care)

They just do. It’s a part of nature. (+emotion)

I guess the trees want to drop off some weight before summer? (+emotion)

I don't know. What am I, an arborist? (-)

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Winter 2047

Wow, it's so cool! (+emotion)

Is it a boy or girl? If it's...? (+care)

Ew, you call that a snowman? It's so ugly! (+self-esteem)

Haha, that is a great plan! That's the true meaning of life! (+charm)

You don't have to be a dean of a school to make money… (+care)

Ah, you need to dream big, honey! Charge them more and open a hotpot restaurant! (+emotion)

-

Spring 2047

You are too young to know. (+self-esteem)

About that… You will find out when you are older… (+care)

Love is complicated and it brings people happiness. (+emotion)

No choice and no bonus

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Summer 2047

Okay, come on...I will teach you how to swim the right way. (+self-esteem)

Don't cry! They don't know what they are talking about. (+emotion)

No way! There is no way you can swim better than dogs! (-)

You are a smart girl! (+emotion)

Don't spill the juice on your clothes… (+care)

Don't play with the straw and drink your juice! (+temperament)

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Autumn 2047

As long as you are happy! (+emotion)

Really? I will take you here more often! (+emotion)

Too bad! The tickets are way too expensive! (+self-esteem)

So smart! (+self-esteem)

No, let me finish my story… (+care)

Ah, kids nowadays… (+emotion)

-

Winter 2048

Don't cry! Stand up! (+self-esteem)

Ah, what a clumsy kid… (+emotion)

Don't cry! Let me kiss your boo boo away… (+emotion)

-

Spring 2048

Spring is the season where everything comes back to life! (+emotion)

All the cats are in heat in the spring… (+emotion)

Spring means allergies...I hate spring… (+emotion)

-

Summer 2048

Yeah. The sound of the waves calms me down. (+emotion)

For sure! And don't forget about the delicious seafood! (+care)

Yeah, and we can see all the pretty girls in bikinis! (+charm)

-

Autumn 2048

No choice and no bonus

-

Winter 2049

It's so adorable, just like you! (+emotion)

Cool! Be nice to it and don't hurt it. (+care)

That's a big one, maybe we can barbeque it! (+self-esteem)

-

Spring 2049

I hope she can be like this forever! (+emotion)

I want to kiss her little face! (+emotion)

Ah, I need to go back to work… (-)

-

Summer 2049

They both look good! (+emotion)

The pink one! (+emotion)

You are too young to wear those little things! (+emotion)

-

Autumn 2049

Lay down next to her. (+emotion)

I like autumn too! (+emotion)

Tell her to stand up before she gets her clothes dirty! (+care)

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Winter 2050

Such a careless child! Why didn't you lose yourself instead! (+self-esteem)

It's okay, I will get you a new pair! (+care)

Ah! Your hands must be freezing let me warm them up for you… (+emotion)

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Spring 2050

Okay, let me think about what song I can sing for you… (+emotion)

I am [a] bad singer. Why don't I tell you a story instead? (+emotion)

No, I am busy! (+self-esteem)

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Summer 2050

Don't be so lazy, do it yourself. (+self-esteem)

Okay… (+care)

Your swimming suit is... (+emotion)

-

Autumn 2050

It's nature’s work. (+care)

It shows my love for you! (+emotion)

Yeah? Why is that… That's weird. (+self-esteem)

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Winter 2051

Let me go try the other one out. (+self-esteem)

Don't stay in the water for too long, or you will get dizzy. (+care)

Let me join you here! (+emotion)

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Spring 2051

Girls just like you! (+emotion)

Girls with ...! (+care)

I like men! (+self-esteem)

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Summer 2051

Come here, let me help you with that. (+emotion)

I told you not to wear it, didn't I? (+self-esteem)

Speaking of that ...? (+charm)

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Autumn 2051

What a cute game! (+emotion)

Wow, this game is so much fun! (+emotion)

So brilliant, you guys are geniuses! (+emotion)

-

Winter 2052

Of course! (+emotion)

I like you a lot! (+emotion)

I love you so much! (+emotion)

-

#love story my girl #walkthrough #guide #vacations #images #games corner #traveller

[cactus-stories]

Teen!Bruno Madrigal x Foreign Fem!Reader 「Chapter 3」

Lots of people asked to be tagged :O I'm happy ya'll are enjoying this story hahah

Please keep in mind that I'm winging this and have just a few ideas I wanna write down so bear with me here TwT

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"We want to see you happy, and this might be a good thing for you! Don't give up before you ever start, okay?"

"O-Okay..."

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After that first encounter, it seemed like you saw Bruno everywhere. Now that you knew what he looked like, it was easy to spot him on the crowd, quietly going by, noticing how people semeed to try and get away from him as soon as they noticed he was coming. 'It must be pretty lonely...' you think, watching from afar as the Madrigal makes his way to one of the villagers' houses.

It was a common occurence, now that you thought about it, he would go to people's houses, spend about half an hour in there, and then come out looking like a kicked puppy, sometimes even with someone behind him complaining about a vision.

Today though, it was a bit extreme. You were already finished with your chores, taking a little bit of time off on the small patio in front of your house, when you heard a small commotion coming from the house across the street. Turning to the source of the noise, you see Bruno quickly leaving your neighbour's house, a fuming Elena sticking her head out of the window to scream at him.

"Hijo de puta! Don't come back here again!" the boy's shoulders go up and you see him turn a corner in a hurry.

Getting up, you quickly pat the dirt off your skirt and yell to your parents that you're gonna go out for a walk, following the path Bruno made as quickly as you could.

You notice how the path seemed to fade out slightly as it went inside the rainforest. Cautiously, you keep following it, hearing some noises coming from your left. Turning around, you're met with a small open space, seeing Bruno sitting down in the middle of it, his back facing you.

As quietly as you can, you approach him, kneeling down and calling his name, placing a hand on his shoulder, watching him jump in surprise before looking at you, confused.

"W-What the- what are you doing here?" his tone seemed more scared than accusatory. "If you need a vision I need some time in advance! And sand! Lots of sand! And-"

"Are you okay?" you sit down, examining his face as he goes through an array of emotions in just a few seconds. "I heard some noise and went to check... Elena was pretty mad, huh?"

"Oh..." the Madrigal boy looked down again, dark curls covering his face. "Well, you know how it goes, you tell someone their fish is gonna die and they don't get very happy about it, hahah..."

"She chased you out of her house... because you told her that her fish was going to die?" you ask, incredulously. "Well I could've told her that myself! Did you even see where she keeps the poor thing?"

"W-What?!" and there it is, he's staring at you again, confusion clear in his face.

"That bowl isn't big enough for a pet shrimp, let alone a goldfish!" you take yout hand off of his shoulder, watching as he turned to you, curiously. "And the things she gives to it! I once saw her feed it little bits of her carne asada! That poor fish never stood a chance!"

Bruno let's out a chuckle, taking a deep breath and looking around, seemingly more relaxed. You smile at him, noticing the faint green glow come back to his eyes.

"Seriously, though, none of this is your fault. I can talk to her if you want." you offer, nudging his shoulder lightly with yours. "Maybe even get her to apologize for blowing up on you?"

"It's okay, let her grief," he starts, a cheeky smile creeping up on his face. "he was a great fish, after all, so brave! The world is gonna miss such a great figure!" Bruno exclaims dramatically, putting a hand up to his face just like the señoras in the telenovelas do before fainting.

"Such a shame! Living a life of misery for so long!" getting in on the act, you pretend to wipe up your tears with the back of your hand, leaning onto him. "Oh, tell me! What will we do without his presence?"

You hear him laugh at your antics, noticing a warm feeling on your chest as you look up for a second and see him smiling brightly, eyes closed as he laughs. You were about to comment on it when you heard footsteps right behind you.

"Aaaand what exactly are you two doing?" Julieta's voice makes you jump, turning around in a hurry. "I could hear you two laughing all the way from the village." she sounded amused, gaze alternating between the two of you.

"Julieta, excuse us, we are mourning." you deadpan, making Bruno laugh even more, bending forward a bit and trying to catch his breath.

"Well that doesn't really sound like mourning. And no one even died!" she's almost laughing herself, watching as her brother tries to breathe evenly.

"Yet!" you make sure to point out, having to wipe real tears from your eyes after laughing so much. "But I'll explain it to you later, I promise! It's not as serious as it sounds!"

"Well it's not sounding very serious at all!" she was laughing too, now, still confused, but happy to see her brother having fun. "Anyways, I came over to tell you Mamá wants you home soon for lunch, Bruno. And of course you're welcome to come too!" Julieta looks at you, basically begging for you to come with her eyes.

"I'd love to!" you answer her, seeing Bruno already up next to you, offering you help to get up.

You take his hand, smiling at him, and get up, squeezing his hand lightly before letting go, watching his sister already far ahead from you. Before you can follow her, you hear Bruno saying your name, turning back to him.

"Gracias. For earlier, I mean." he looks away for a second, smile still on his face. "I needed that."

"No need to thank me, you're fun to be around." you smile back, not failing to notice the surprised look he gave you. "I'd like to hang out again some other time, if you're up for it!"

"Y-Yeah, sure!" the boy sounded almost confused at what you said, but you could notice the way his eyes started to glow faintly again as he walked towards Julieta.

"By the way, Bruno." he stops and looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "You have a nice laugh. I'd love to hear it more often."

This time you can practically feel the glow coming from his eyes, chuckling and skipping towards Julieta, leaving a flustered Bruno behind.

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Alma was waiting for the three of you, with Pepa already sat on her spot at the table. She looked like she had something to say, but made sure to welcome you as usual before anything else. As you all sat down, Julieta taking the spot next to Pepa and making you sit next to Bruno, Alma cleared her throat, looking at the boy, and started talking.

"I've received a complaint from the village today." she started, and you feel Bruno shrink into his poncho, not even touching his fork. "Elena said you cursed her fish."

"What?!" you ask, confused, looking between the two of you.

"Apparently it died a few minutes ago, and you had just told her it would happen." Alma continues, pointedly ignoring your exclamation.

"I mean, that is my gift, isn't it?" he's looking away from both of you, annoyed. "I don't know why they keep on asking me for visions when all it does is make them hate me more."

"You need to stop doing this, Bruno. You're bringing a bad reputation into this household." her tone was cold, and it made you feel unneasy.

Pepa already had a cloud above her head, and she was doing her best to keep it white, before you guys ended up having to eat wet food. Julieta looked like she wanted to say something, looking between Alma and her brother, worried.

And Bruno looked... tired. He didn't seem fazed by that in the slightest, eyes pointedly staring at his food, his mouth a straight line and his posture even more curled up, as if he was trying to disappear.

"But that's not just up to him, is it?" you ask, cautiously. Pepa and Julieta staring at you with wide eyes. "Wouldn't it be considered rude of him to refuse giving someone a vision?"

"Well..."

"And even if he accepted, if he saw something bad and didn't tell them, or even worse, if someone found out about it, it'd be far worse, wouldn't it?"

Alma looked out of words for a second, before softening her gaze once more, looking between you and Bruno before speaking up again.

"You're right, chica. It's not as simple as that." the boy looked up at her, incredulously. "But what would you propose?"

You notice the four of them staring at you, feeling your cheeks grow hotter. You notice how Bruno looked almost expectantly at you, while Julieta and Pepita seem almost scared of letting you keep speaking.

"W-Well... nothing's set on stone, right?" something in the way you phrase it makes Bruno chuckle. "Maybe if instead of just giving them the visions as if they were a definite thing, you phrased it more like a problem to be solved?"

"A what?" the lunch table is quiet enough for the male's voice to be heard as clear as day.

"F-For example! Elena's fish!" you focus on him, trying to ignore the way Alma looks at you, like he knows more than she's letting on. "Maybe instead of just saying her fish was going to die, you could've said that she needed to do something about her fish, or else something might happen!"

"After all, if someone finds out they're gonna have a problem before it is formed, they might be able to stop it!"

"That... might actually work!" Alma exclaims, smiling. "What do you think, Bruno?"

"I-I think! I don't know... I'm not that good at finding solutions for problems."

"I could help!" you say, touching his shoulder lightly with yours. "If someone asks you for a vision, instead of doing it right at the moment, you come up to me and we try and look for a solution before answering them."

"You know what? This sounds so weird it might actually work!" Pepa laughs, the cloud above her head dissipating.

"We could... give it a try." he mumbles, and you give him a reassuring smile, seeing his eyes flicker with green before he smiles back, softly.

"It's a deal, then!"

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[reawritesthings]

domestic pleasures | wanda maximoff

summary: you were new to westview and you automatically caught wanda’s eye. overtime, you allowed wanda to take good care of you.

pairings: mommy!wanda x fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

warnings: 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT. degrading, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, eating out someone. slightly overstimulation. slightly forced orgasm. wanda uses her power. dom!wanda. teasing. reader is in love with wanda's boobs. (if i have missed anything, please tell me) :)

authors note: IM BACK with another. the comments and the feedback for lemon tree was shocking. thank u everyone for reading it!! i wasn’t expecting that reaction. anyways, enjoy this :) feedback is appreciated

You never considered yourself lucky, especially in a new town that looked beautiful when the sunset toned the streets. You were a broke college student, desperately trying to make ends meet with groceries, bills and books. It was stressful to find some work in a town full of people who minded their business, except a family of four.

You hardly saw them until Wanda came knocking on your door, offering you meals that she made for her family. Wanda knew from the many nights she saw you from your window that you never ate a full course meal.

Her flower wasn’t nurturing the right way, and she hated it. Wanda didn’t like seeing her flower work too hard. But she did love the choice of outfits you wore.

An oversized shirt that always curves over your bum, giving Wanda a perfect view of your laced panties. She loved watching you, admiring you from afar. You were oblivious to her gestures, just like she wanted you to be.

When she saw you one night taking small bites of her lasagna, she swore that she heard a moan escape from your lips. It captivated her to continue to bring you food so she can listen to those pretty little moans of yours.

Over time, her motherly instincts switch on. She monitored your eating pattern, especially when you were in the middle of your finals. She watched you take scoops of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth and chugging energy drinks into your system.

You were hurting her flower, and she didn’t like it one bit. Wanda then decided she would take matters into her hand. When Wanda asked you out of the blue to come over to fix her printer, a ready-made meal was waiting for you.

It was a small fish dish with tons of vegetables. You weren't a fan of vegetables; half of them weren't your favourite either. You tried to pass the offer but, Wanda was very persuaded. She insisted you stay and eat with her, as a token of thanks for fixing her printer.

You didn’t want to be rude so, you sat with her, watching her cut up her potion. Wanda noticed that you hardly touched your greens, which made her angry. She didn’t show it, as she didn’t want to scare off her flower.

Wanda simply got up from her seat and accidentally brushed your shoulder, apologising straight after. She bent her body towards you, allowing you full access to her chest. You gulped in pleasure at how beautifully shaped her tits were.

“If you eat your greens, you can touch,” Wanda whispered, biting your earlobe. She watched as you gripped your thigh, smirking at how easy it was to persuade you to do something.

You sat there and, Wanda made sure you ate every vegetable on your plate. Each time you ate a vegetable, she kissed your neck, praising you for obeying.

“You can do it. We don’t want to see what happens when you don’t listen, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, making you squirm in your seat.

Wanda slowly started to suck on your neck, feeding into you like you were her dinner. She heard a little whimper come from your lips and licked the mark she created.

“One more, sweetheart.” She praised, brushing her thumb against your cheek. She tangled her hands through your hair, pulling it slightly as she saw you fiddle with the last vegetable.

You quickly ate the last vegetable, looking up at Wanda for praise. She sent a sweet kiss to your lips, humming words that made you feel warm inside.

You instantly felt your body respond to her touches. She was seated next to you, and you felt lost. You didn’t know what came over yourself when Wanda pulled you onto her lap. You instantly snuggled into her, letting your face buried between her chest, as she brushed her fingers up and down your back.

You lightly kissed her breasts, smiling at how big and comfy they were. Wanda smirked and bounced them up, causing you to moan.

“Since you ate all your greens and study real hard today, you get to have some dessert. How does that sound?” Wanda whispered into your ear, seeing you nod almost immediately.

“You are so responsive to my orders, aren’t you?”

You nodded, feeling a blush appear.

“Such a good little flower.” She cooed, pulling you off her and pushing you down onto the floor. She opened her legs and watched your eyes widen at her movement. You saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Be a good little girl and take your dessert. I’m going to make sure you taste every last drop, understood?”

“Yes, Wanda..”

Wanda tutted, “Mommy. You call me Mommy.”

“Yes, Mommy.” You whispered and slowly brought your face to her entrance. You placed your hands around her thigh, and in a straight line, you licked her core. Wanda had no time for you to tease her. She was horny enough from just seeing you obey her. She grabbed a handful of hair and forced your mouth to suck on her cunt. You moaned at the force, trying to suck on every inch of her folds.

Wanda knew you were new to this, as your technique were wonky. She arched her hips towards you, thrusting her cunt into your face making you have no access to breathe. You allowed your tongue to explore her, trying to graze every spot to please her.

Wanda moans found your ears and, you moaned against her core, sucking on it harshly like it was the last edible thing on earth. Again Wanda thrust into you, making you accidentally bite her core. Wanda moaned louder, and you continued to latch onto her bud. You knew she was getting close as her folds clenched around your tongue. She managed to pull on your hair once more and gave you no warning that she was close to an orgasm.

Wanda, in no time, thrust once more before flooding your mouth with her cum. You tried your hardest to suck on every sweetness she gave you. Your lips were attached to her core for a little longer before she moved you away, brushing her finger against your swollen lip.

“You gorgeous thing. Those plumped lips are so useful to me. You were so good, sweetheart. You made Mommy feel so good.” She whispered, pulling you up by your shirt.

“You did so well, darling.” She hummed, allowing you to rest your head in her chest. Wanda watched as you gave her light kisses to her chest, grinning at how easily it was for you to be a submissive.

Wanda slowly moved your face away for her, causing a little whimper to escape your lips. Wanda only grinned at her flower, loving how needy you were for her.

“Go get some rest, darling. Those essays won’t write themselves.”

You nodded and slowly got off her lap, “Yes, Mommy.”

Wanda bit her lip at your tone and watched you stumble your way out of her home. She took the glass of water from the table, taking small sips as she amusingly watched you tumble and walk into things.

“Goodbye, little one.”

—

That night you were sorely in the zone to complete one of your essays. A temptation inside you sprung to light after you left Wanda’s that afternoon. You could still taste her in your mouth, and you craved more.

You felt lost without her near. You never depend on someone like you did with Wanda. She was turning you into something that you read in novels, and you liked it.

A little too much.

It was quarter to midnight and, you just finished a second essay. You were tired from studying and decided to take a little nap before returning to your books. However, that nap didn't exactly happen when you found yourself cradled against Wanda's chest.

You awoke and found your face buried deep in Wanda’s boobs. Unaware of how that happened, Wanda pushed your face back into her chest. She knew that you needed her touch, and just like the submissive you were, you took full advantage of it.

“You overworked yourself, sweetheart.”

You hummed, looking straight up at her. You eagerly tried to kiss her lips but, Wanda pulled back and smacked your thigh. You jumped in confusion, putting your head down as you didn’t like it when Wanda was mean.

"You naughty girl. Are you that desperate for Mommy’s lips? You want Mommy to taste whatever you are feeling in your panties.”

You let out a loud moan as Wanda harshly pressed her finger against your soaking core.

“My sweetheart. You are soaking. Did Mommy make you wet, darling?”

You sheepishly nodded and tugged on her bra as Wanda slapped your throbbing core.

“M-Mommy,” You moaned against her breasts, finding a way for you to tug on her nipple. Wanda hummed and saw how close you were getting to her nipple and slapped your core again, but with more force.

“Not yet. You must let Mommy taste you first. Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

“Desperate little thing. You are such a slut, darling. Look at you, trying to hump Mommy’s fingers. How badly do you want Mommy’s fingers?”

“So badly. Please. Please.” The sounds of your begging made Wanda pinch your core. You let out a moan and squirm at the pain.

Wanda slowly pulled your panties down, watching some of your juice trails down your thigh. Wanda’s fingers managed to clean the excess. Without any warning, she stuffed her fingers straight into your mouth.

“Suck.” She demanded and, you obeyed, moaning at the taste of your sweetness.

“You ready for Mommy’s fingers? How many does my flower get?”

“As much as Mommy likes.” You moaned, and Wanda let out a chuckle at how much of a good submissive you were.

Wanda took one last look at you before taking her fingers out of your mouth and slammed them straight into your hole, hearing you cry in pain.

“Taking them so well, darling. Do you know how many fingers are inside you?” Wanda asked, her eyes darken.

You shook your head, pleading with her to go faster.

“Let’s count, Sweetheart.” Wanda whispered, and used one finger to hit one of your spots.

“How many was that, gorgeous?”

“O-One..”

Wanda grinned and did the same again but with three fingers this time causing you to moan louder.

“F-Four?” You manage to say and Wanda shook her head.

“Would you like Four fingers inside you?” Wanda whispered into your ear, fucking your core hard.

You barely gave her a response. Wanda took that as a yes and added another finger inside you. You felt your hole stretch like never before as Wanda slammed her fingers inside you. The tears spilling in your eyes made you grip Wanda's hand.

Wanda smirked and removed your hand from hers. She laughed as she gripped your jaw, so she could see you fall apart.

"My sweet angel. You look so beautiful." Wanda whispered and gripped your jaw harder. You let your tears fall from your cheek as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. You felt your orgasm near as your folds tugged on her fingers.

Your eyes began to see stars as Wanda used some of her magic to add more harsh momentum. You had no idea of Wanda's being a witch and, Wanda loved your obliviousness.

You started to ride her fingers, feeling your high coming through. Wanda kissed your tears away, planting a small kiss on your nose before slapping your thigh to indicate that you could cum.

"Go on, darling."

You cried out in pleasure as you let yourself loose on her fingers, sobbing as Wanda helped you ride your high. Your walls still clenched around her fingers, as you didn't want her to pull out.

Wanda smirked, loving how you took her so well.

“You are so well behaved, Sweetheart... taking my four fingers very well. You are a good little slut, aren't you? So glad I found you."

You opened your mouth, and Wanda laughed at your loss for words.

"How about we run you a bath? Does my little flower need a bath?”

You nodded and hissed at the pain as Wanda took her fingers out of you. She kissed your lips and then your neck, praising you whilst she gently made her way down to your swollen core. She gently kissed your swollen bud and gave you a sweet lick before picking you up.

Out of embarrassment of crying, you buried your face in her neck and watched her carry you towards the bathroom. You still let some tears fall as you felt the pain. She gently placed you on the counter, brushing your hair out of your face as she pinches your thigh teasingly.

“My sweet darling. Look at you. You were so good with Mommy today. You are the most gorgeous thing when you are crying. Those little sobs were for me, and Mommy loved watching you fall apart.”

You felt your cheeks burn with shame as Wanda degraded you. You wiped your tears on your jumper as you heard the tap run. Wanda cooed you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She chuckled and helped you into the tub. You hissed at the pain when the warm water hit your core. Wanda slowly pushed you down, leaning over to wash you.

“No more crying, sweetheart,” Wanda whispered and gently began to bath you. You nodded and stayed put and allowed Wanda to care for you.

“Thanks, Mommy.”

Wanda smiled and placed a small kiss to your cheek. “Anytime, darling.”

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[softboydrew]

nausea and never enough ice cream

The fire crinkled and sparked as the group sat around, marshmallows and coffee's as the cool air blew around them. The woods grew darker and the stars littered the sky causing y/n to close her eyes, feeling Drews soft caresses against her thigh.

Drew's parents decided to invite everyone for a week long cabin getaway, with sweets and boardgames included. Drew and y/n happily accepted the invention by being the first ones to arrive, their excitement bounced around every new comer making Drew's parents marvel over the fact that their loved ones were having a good time.

Today was a long day. Today consisted of fishing, hiking, cooking, and card games... lots and lots of card games. Drew, pleasantly surprised at how competitive y/n was made the games they played even better with light bickering and playful teasing.

But y/n grew tired by six o'clock and she was surprised at how tired she's been getting recently, even before their cabin getaway she'd been feeling off. Restlessness and cravings for Ben and Jerry's increased as days passed, y/n didn't really think anything about it so she never brought it up or gave it a second thought. Ben and Jerry never let her down so she welcomed the newfound cookie dough cravings.

Until two nights ago, violent nausea kicked her hard causing her to stay bedridden. She felt horrible, trying to sweep it under the rug by telling everyone it must have been something she ate. Everyone seemed to agree but not Drew's sister, she let it slide the first night but as she watched y/n worsen she knew that 'bad food' was not making y/n sick.

So, here y/n was, finally up to sitting outside with everyone, sipping on some green tea that Drew's mother had made for her, making sure to add ginger and honey to calm her nausea. She leaned into Drew and shuffled uncomfortably against him, her stomach twisting and turning at the sight of burnt, gooey marshmallows. The smell making her grow pale and groan causing Drew and his sister to snap their focus on y/n.

"What's wrong baby?" he asked in slight panic.

Y/n sat up slowly and held out her hand, motioning for him to stop talking as she set down her mug and took a deep breath to try and settle her stomach. "I- I need to go inside." she nearly whispered.

Drew quickly stood and held out his hands for y/n to hold onto as he helped her up. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt the fire in front of her spin. "It's okay y/n were gonna take you to bed." Drew said as she whimpered at the feeling.

Drew's sister stood and patted y/n's shoulder before calling over for Drew to lead y/n back inside as she held the door for them to enter the warm cabin. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I ate but I feel like it was that chicken." she gagged making him nod in response.

"Probably." Drew's sister said, pressing her lips together to hide what she was really thinking.

"Don't be sorry, you just need some water and some sleep. You'll be all good in the morning." Drew urged making y/n nod as they made their way up the stairs. Their bedroom was one of the bigger rooms, the oak floors and dark green walls called y/n to bed, plopping down onto the pillows and groaning as her stomach churned at the sudden jolt of her body hitting the bed. "I'll go get some water and pepto bismol, need anything else?" Drew asked, leaning down towards y/n and pushing her hair back from her face.

"Get a bin or something so she can have it by the bed." His sister suggested making y/n nod at him. "I've got her." she smiled.

"I'll be right back."

Y/n sighed, snuggling into her pillow as she watched Drew's sister snap her fingers, pointing towards the bathroom and motioning for her to get up.

"What?" y/n questioned as she watched her lock the bedroom door.

"Okay, listen, I have a feeling that chicken isn't making you feel like shit." she said, pulling her from the bed and dragging her to the ensuite.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this!" Drew's sister whisper yelled, pulling out a box of pregnancy tests that she bought at the supermarket earlier in the day from under the sink.

"What the fuck!" y/n nearly yelled making Drew's sister slap her hand over y/n's mouth.

"Just try! You might be pregnant and it's not like it's likely that you aren't!" She said throwing her hands up in the air.

Y/n scoffed as she shook her head and looked around the bathroom in shock at what was being said. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

Drew's sister shoved the pink box into y/n's hands with wide eyes as she peered over at the bedroom door. "I suggest doing it now before he comes back. Y/n lets just see." she said. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Y/n gripped onto the box and sighed, her heart fluttered at the thought of carrying a child... her and Drew's child. Her hands began to shake as she began to connect the dots of the days that lead her to this moment. "Fine!"

"Hurry, I'll distract him if he gets back."

Y/n watched as Drew's sister closed the bathroom door leaving her to stand alone in the bathroom that felt like it would cave in on her at any moment. Y/n began taking out the test as she read the instructions and gulped as she unhooked the cap to the test. She froze once she heard Drew knock on the bedroom door, groaning at it being locked.

"Go get, uh, go.. get the dog!" Drew's sister shouted.

"Why?" he yelled.

"Because we- we want him. and y/n wants to cuddle." Y/n sighed in relief as she heard him curse from behind the door and stomp off into the distance. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior, giggling at how his sister covered for her. Y/n cleared her throat as she set the test on the toilet cover and slowly shuffled out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks and worried eyes. "Don't stress, whatever happens I know it will be alright."

Y/n nodded as she sat on the door of the bed, twiddling her thumbs to pass the time as they waited for time to pass. "I think it's ready." she said quietly.

"Okay."

The girls stood and slowly made their way to the bathroom, clutching each others hands tightly as y/n reached for the test. With a pounding heart she flipped the test in her hand, revealing two small red lines on the little circled screen. They bother gasped, the test falling out of y/n's hand and onto the tiled floor, her throat hitching as they both look at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

"Holy shit! You're pregnant!" Y/n nodded, her eyes not being able to focus as she felt Drew's sister throw her arms around her in excitement. "You're gonna be a mom!" She whisper yelled.

"I-" Y/n started the they suddenly heard knocks coming from the bedroom door.

"I got the dog..."

The pair both inhaled as y/n stared at Drew's sister with panicked eyes, her hands shaking as she watched her take the test and hide it in mirrored cabinet. "You don't have to tell him right now. And you know you don't have to keep it if you don't want to." she said quickly, placing her hands on y/n's shoulders.

"thank y-you?" Y/n gulped as she watched the door being unlocked and Drew strolling in with the dog behind him.

"Goodnight guys!" his sister sang, winking at y/n before skipping down the hall.

Y/n watched as Drew placed the bin onto the floor and chucking her newly filled water bottle onto the bed. She watched as he close the door and bend down to pet the dog, cooing and laughing with him.

Drew glanced up at y/n with worried eyes as he watched her dig at her back pocket of her jeans before she quickly shuffled towards the bed. She smiled at him slightly as she watched him lean onto his side, stretching his body over the bed to look over at her. "You feeling any better?" he questioned.

"Mhm."

Drew nodded and reached for her hand, leaning back in surprise as she flinched her hand away and clutch her chest. Drew's eyebrows furrowed knowing that she did that whenever she was stressed or upset. "What?"

"Nothing!" y/n squeaked out as she sat back against the headboard, biting her bottom lip. Her chest tightened at the thought of him being upset with the news, what if he was mad? or what if he walked out? where would she go, because she's at his family's house, she'd be alone and scared if he was mad at her.

Drew chuckled, reaching for her again as he crawled closer to her, "I know you. What's on your mind, pretty girl?" Y/n jumped from the bed making Drew gasp at her sudden movements. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath, placing her hands out for him to stay where he was. "Y/n.."

"Okay just-" Y/n sighed as she paced around the bedroom, "Just listen to what I'm going to tell you because I don't know how to tell you and I don't know how you're gonna react because we never really talked about this."

Drew started at her with pure confusion, he sat up straight as he watched her pace around the room in pure panic. he nodded and arched his hands out for her to take and in couple surprise, she took his hands into hers. He watched her take a deep breath as he smiled at her lovingly, his thumbs caressing her, encouraging her to tell him whatever she had to say.

"Okay."

"I- I love you so much." Y/n started making Drew nod, "And I know that you love me so when people love each other... they... they do things-"

"Are you giving me the sex talk?" Drew laughed loudly. "Because if you are then I'm sorry to inform you but I-"

"I'm pregnant." Y/n blurted.

Drew's eyes shot up and a gasp fell from y/n's lips as he jumped off the bed, his frame towering over her small one causing her heart to drop as she watched him walk away from her. "You're pregnant." He said with his back facing y/n.

"I just took the test. Yes.."

Drew jumped up, his fist pumping the air as he turned around, jumping side to side like a jumping bean causing y/n to cover her hands over her mouth as she laughed. Drew quickly made his way over to her and threw his arms around her, y/n squealed as he picked her up effortlessly and spun her around once, twice, three times as her laughter vibrated between them. "I'm going to be a father?"

"Yes." y/n hummed as he set her down, his hands cupping her cheeks into his hands as he watched tears pool at the corner of er eyes.

"We're going to be be parents. We made a tiny human!" Drew nearly screamed as he poked y/n's stomach lovingly.

She giggled at his touch and nodded, pulling out the test from her back jean pocket, "See!" she said holding the test in between them both.

"About time I put a baby in you." Drew smirked.

"Oh, so this was your plan all along?" y/n teased making drew chuckle as he pulled her towards the bed with a plop- causing them to both giggle in bliss.

"Definitely." he teased before tracing spongy kisses against her soft skin, y/n's giggles filling the room as she ran her fingers into his hair as he hovered over her. "Having a little you or me running around it everything." "I love you so much. And I'll love our baby... so, so much." Drew whispered.

"We know." Y/n hummed, gripping Drew's hand and placing it over her soon to be ballon like stomach. "We love you too, so much."

"We know." Y/n hummed, gripping Drew's hand and placing it over her soon to be ballon like stomach. "We love you too, so much."

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