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amoreva · 3 months

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GHOST IN THE WIND

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pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: after a rough turnout of the quest assigned to you, you began to see your ex-boyfriend as the poison slowly kills you.

warnings: angst, post luke betrayal, poisoning, mentions of effects of poison

a/n: so sorry, was taking a slight break on requests for this fic and the fic series that is in the works. I promise i will answer the requests at some point.

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“Medic!” The door to the medical cabin slammed open. The door knob made a hole in wooden walls at Annabeth’s strength. “Will…”

She rasped out, carrying your dead weight. Your breath coming in short bursts as if your lungs couldn’t hold any more air. Veins darkened to the color of night, crawling up your flesh like a parasite itching to take over the host.

“Oh my gods…” Will Solace, head counselor of Apollo Cabin, gasped and helped you onto one of the uncomfortable cots.

You were mumbling nonsense as black liquid dribbled out of your mouth. Will called out your name, desperately trying to grab your attention. Annabeth was standing over you, concerned.

“Oh gods! Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!” The other Apollo kid on duty piped up, scrambling to find the ambrosia. It was scary how you looked.

It was like something from the Underworld took hold of your body. There was a puncture wound on your abdomen, which was the probable entrance for the poison.

“Hey, hey—stay conscious for me, okay?” Will spoke as your vision began to get cloudy. He can see you withering away and demanded for information.

“Will…” You managed to croak out. Your friend looked at you with worry, to see the brightest camper succumb to an unknown illness was…bone-chilling.

“Don’t sleep—just don’t black out.” Will muttered as you tasted your favorite fruits as ambrosia slid down your throat easily. “Please…I don’t know if you’ll wake up—”

You were out like a light. The ambrosia combating the poison overwhelmed your body. It was too much for your mind to even find a sliver of energy to try and stay conscious.

Your name was shouted, but sleep pulled you away from the medical cabin and throwing you into a different scene.

It was dark, like you were walking in an empty void. “Judgement.”, you think. You must’ve died and was waiting to get judged on whether you can enter Elysium or not.

What a shitty death. Dying from poison, it wasn’t hero worthy nor significant to a war. Just death to some ghastly poison that you were careless to figuring out what it was.

But…it’s not Judgement. It’s not because you see him. He’s walking around in clothes you last remember him in. Orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, khaki pants and sneakers. The beads on his necklace moving each time he walked.

You know he isn’t dead. He Iris-messaged you yesterday to apologize for his betrayal. He can’t be dead. You wouldn’t have it.

“Luke!” You tried to call out, but no sound is made from your mouth. It terrified you. You tried to scream your lover’s (ex-lover’s) name again as you saw claws wrap around Luke from the ground and drag him in.

You tried to scream his name again, running to him, but your legs felt like sludge. He stared at you indifferently, accepting his reality—maybe…maybe just maybe you could save him if you run fast enough.

He slipped between your fingers. His chocolate curls disappearing into the floor of whatever abyss you’re in. You let out a silent, dry sob. If…if you had just noticed sooner…you could’ve saved him.

The same hands wrap around your limbs, tugging you down into the floor. Crying out for help, your heart tightened as if someone had a grip on it—squeezing ever last bit of life out. A sharp pull engulfed you into the void.

You gasped deeply. Body launching forward as you grabbed at your chest. You expected the familiar wood floors of the medical cabin or even Will’s warm smile, but…you were on Half-Blood Hill.

Soft, calloused hands were gently placed in your spine. It doesn’t take an Athena kid to figure out who it was.

“You alright?” His deep warm tone filled your head making yourself dizzy. For moment…you allowed yourself to believe he was here, truly.

“Yeah.” You spoke, surprised to hear your voice again. What happened before becoming less and less memorable as you turned to look at Luke.

“You can tell me, y’know? What’s bothering you.” Luke reassured and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

A familiar smile graces your lips, allowing yourself to relax, you lean up against his chest. “I know.” You mumbled as his toned arms wrap around you. “I just…miss you.”

“Miss me? I’m hardly ever away from you.” Luke playfully teased.

The breeze blew against the two of you causing Luke to squeeze you a little tighter. You always claimed he was a human body heater.

Everything dropped. Faded in an all too quick manner before you could even scream for Luke. He was ripped away from you—but you were supposed to be in his arms.

“Hey! She’s up!” Someone called out.

You mind felt fuzzy. Mumbles, moans and groans tumbled out of your lips. You felt like you were outta your own skin—you jerked. Uncomfortable with this sudden irritation.

Annabeth yelped. The sudden reaction from you almost hit her in the face. Another groan of discomfort and pain escaped. Accompanied by it was another struggle to get whatever was out of your body.

To you, it felt like you were shifting a little to get comfortable. In reality, your body was violently twitching and reacting you hit a few Apollo kids. The veins darker than before, your skin paler than usual. What did this poison do?

“Get her—restrain…I—” Will demanded, worried you’d end up hurting yourself.

You screamed as something grabbed you, someone grabbed you. Your brain could only register it as danger and hurt and agony and—

“Stop it—!” You begged. Your voice sounded demented, as if it was the poison talking.

Black liquid oozed out of your mouth as you begged for whatever to stop. Ambrosia was forced down your throat. Lights were too bright. The panic was defeating.

You fell.

But you felt no pain.

It was “Judgement” again. The endless void surrounding the distinct figure, you. “There you are…” Luke grinned once he spotted you. Your legs carrying you to the Hermes’ counselor before you could think of the action.

The void morphed into the familiar forest used to play Capture the Flag. Luke laced his hand with yours. “S’just up ahead.” He tugged you along.

Once more, you let yourself relax like this was the reality that fate has set and not one where Luke betrayed Camp, betrayed Percy, betrayed Annabeth, betrayed…you.

“Where are you taking me?” You laughed. A bright smile on your face as you maneuvered through the forest.

Slipping through the trees and branches, Luke brings you to the dock. The water washing up on the small beach.

A small cliche red and white checkered blanket laid out across the wooden dock, masking the potential splinters. There was chips and two soda cans on the blanket and six roses bunched up to make it look like a bouquet.

“Oh Luke…” Any confusion or anger evaporated when you saw the scene.

He smiled, smiled that charming grin and pulled you to sit down on the blanket. “Used up the rest of my money for the snacks and to bargain with a Demeter kid for these.”

He held up the six roses. The petals a delicate red, soft as a baby’s bum. They smelled nice. He went through all this effort for you?

“Luke…” You repeat in the same tone and took the roses from his hand. You noticed the thorns were cut off and a couple of band aids were around his fingers.

A show of his effort to rid the thorns so you didn’t prick your fingers.

“This…this is all wonderful.” You said, albeit a bit breathless. The roses, the snacks, the blanket—all the thought put into this date. It made you forget you were dreaming. You should’ve known…this was too good to be true.

But you stayed oblivious and in denial, tackling your (ex) boyfriend in a grateful hug. Luke laughed and wrapped your arm around your waist.

Yet, your subconscious pulled you from the happy moment. An uncomfortable feeling itching to tear your guts and organs to shreds. It was as if your own organs and nerves did not belong there—like they were in the wrong body. A warbled scream left your throat. Hands desperate to claw at your flesh.

You wanted it to stop—you would do anything to get this feeling to stop. Your heart breaking. To be ripped away from Luke again and again. In both subconscious and reality was cruel.

Your veins now tendrils crawling up your face, stopping just a little above your eyebrows.

“Hey, hey—breathe!” Someone comforted. You couldn’t recognize their face. It was like as if your sense of familiarity disappeared, triggering your fight or flight (mostly fight) response.

“Will—the antidote?!” A girl called out. Her voice somewhat familiar.

You struggled against binds. You wanted to run far, far away and stop this pain. The pain in your body, the pain in your mind…the agonizing ache in your heart.

“Luke—” The name left your lips desperate for any sort of answer to what was happening.

A small pinch.

Fire. White hot pain sprouting in your body. Burning your insides out. Another cry for help. Another scream of desperation. His name leaving your mouth. It hurt—it hurt all too much. Both the burning in your body and the reality of him being gone. Truly, gone.

“Luke! Please…please—help!”

Overwhelmed, you were sucked back into the dream. This time on a cabin bed. It was unclear on whose cabin you two were in. Luke had his arms around your waist, head on your stomach. The pain fleeting, but lingering.

The stars shined brights whilst the moonlight blessed you two. It was peaceful, almost…dare you say—normal. No gods, no goddesses, no prophecies, no quests, no betrayal, no hurt. Nothing.

You found yourself humming, running your fingers through his curls, and feeling your eyes close with fatigue.

“Falling asleep there, sweetheart?” You could feel his smile against your skin. He pressed a kiss to the flesh nearest to his lips.

“Mhm…” Your body flared up due to a burn—but there was no fire in the cabin. You stayed put. “I—I could spend all of eternity with you.”

“I could spend all of my time in Elysium with you.” Luke mumbled and turned his head to look up at you.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, then his hands, so he was close to you. Lips connected like hands clasping for prayer. It was soft, yet it spoke a lot of words that he could not get out.

“I love you. Never forget that, okay?” Luke whispered against your lips.

His beaded necklace hovering over you. You placed your arms around his neck slowly and kissed him again. Never wanting the moment to stop.

Even then, you never had the courage to say those three simple words to Luke. Realizing this might be the last time you see him, dream or not. It made you sad he never heard it from you.

Maybe this will make up for it?

“I love you—I love you. I love you.” You repeated. Your voice shaky, holding back tears. This wasn’t real and you know it’s not real—but…you missed Luke. You missed him so much that it hurts. You didn’t believe he would betray Camp Half-Blood and you without Kronos’ manipulation.

“Hey…” Luke cupped your face and kissed your forehead. He grabbed your arms to sit up. It wasn’t good to cry laying down. “Don’t tear up. Everything will be okay, okay? I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? What are you—?”

“I’m sorry, but you have the wake up.” Luke sighed and pressed his forehead with yours.

“Wait—“

“You have to wake up.” Luke grasped your hands. He held you as if this was the last time.

“What?”

“I love you very much and—and I’m so sorry for leaving you there—“

“Luke—wait!”

Your eyes shot up to be met with wooden walls of the medical cabin. Will and Annabeth shot up, ready to take necessary precautions. A dry sob left your mouth.

“Hey…” Will spoke softly.

You sat up, tears cascading down your face. You started to helplessly wipe them. You could feel his touch lingering. His hands grasping yours. Will pulled you into a soft hug when he deducted the poison was out of your system.

The mind is cruel, the poison was cruel. Fate was cruel, life was cruel.

You missed him.

You buried into Will as if it was him. Will and Annabeth thought you were crying because of the overwhelming feelings of what happened when you were poisoned.

You missed him.

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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Are your Sevika requests still open? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

I have this idea in my head that I can't get out. I'm not a huge fan of the concept of having kids (not for me!) but I can't help but think of Sevika very slowly changing her attitude and priorities around fighting for the cause because she just found out she's gonna be a dad in the future. Her hesitating around something Silco asks or mentions and her being like "I..I got a kid on the way." Cis or trans Sevika, doesn't matter either way

sevika requests are always open :) and this is the cutest thing i've ever heard.

i don't want kids either, but for sevika?? i'd have so many of her kids that the doctors would have to tell me to stop before my body gives out.

men and minors dni

you and sevika don't want kids. it's not in your plan.

sevika's got a dangerous job. it took years of convincing, years of proving to her that you'd be okay without her, that you want her just as she is now, for her to finally give in and make you hers.

and you're perfectly content.

she works horrible hours and comes home beat up more often than not, but you take the time to patch her up each night, and the two of you spend every free second you have together.

she moved you into her place on your fourth date, and you've been happily living together ever since.

and two years ago, when she shyly shoved a tiny box in your hands and nervously looked away as you opened it, mumbling under her breath a question you could barely make out ('i was wonderin' if you'd like to maybe spend forever with me?') you said yes, with no hesitation.

you guys didn't get married. weddings in zaun are incredibly rare, saved only for the wealthiest, and getting a marriage certificate from piltover for two zaunite women is nearly impossible. but, you had a little ceremony in the last drop (which was really just an excuse to throw a rager) to commemorate your eternal love for one another.

and since then, you've been perfectly happy with your little life.

but, accidents happen.

accidents like sevika swearing she'll pull out, begging to feel you without the condom, then cumming the second she pushes inside of you, whimpering and apologizing and cursing your hot, wet cunt.

accidents like you sleeping through the alarm for your pill.

accidents like sevika forgetting to grab a plan b on the way home, too busy fiddling with the tooth some goon knocked loose in her jaw to remember.

and, usually, these accidents lead to nothing happening. so you and sevika assume it's safe to keep letting them happen.

but then, your period's a week late.

and then two.

and then you take a pregnancy test, and it comes out positive.

and then you take three more, and they're all positive too.

you're paralyzed with shock and fear. you spend the entire day sitting in the bathroom, staring at the positive tests on the counter, crying and laughing, then crying again.

the thing is, you're not opposed to having kids. and now that you know you'll have one in nine months or so, you're fucking elated. but you know sevika doesn't feel the same. and the thought of losing her because of the cells growing inside of you, the thought of having to choose between sevika and the tiny little fucker you're already in love with-- it kills you.

sevika comes home to find you having a panic on the bathroom floor.

"babe, you'll never guess what silco did toda-- what the fuck!?" she exclaims, immediately dropping to her knees and gathering you up in her arms. "baby-- what's wrong? are you hurt?" she asks, grabbing your face in her hands and forcing you to look at her, her eyes flying over your body, checking for injuries. you just cry more, already mourning the loss of her touch that you've grown so used to.

"i-i-i'm sorry." you cry out. sevika blinks at you.

"for what?!" she asks. "baby, you're freaking me out, what's going on?" she asks, panic in her eyes.

you take a shaky breath then reach up to grab one of the tests on the counter behind you, sobbing as you bring it down to hold against your chest.

"i'm sorry, sev, i c-can't-- i don't think i can--"

"what's that?" she asks, gently reaching for your wrist to pull your hand away from your chest.

you gulp and bite your lip as you open your hand, letting her get a good look at the test.

the confusion on her face melts. a stoic look takes its place as she blinks down at the little plus sign on the little plastic test.

you look away from her face, too heartbroken to watch her process the news. tears stream down your face as sevika's hold on your wrist goes shaky, and you prepare yourself for her to pull away.

only, she doesn't.

if you had looked, you'd see the hesitant little smile pulling at the corner of her lips. if you had looked, you'd see the way she gulps like she always does when she's surprised, the tears welling up in her eyes, the way she took a silent gasp as she blinks down at the test in your hands.

you're shocked when she pulls you toward her chest, hugging you tight against her body.

"sev-- don't." you whimper. she blinks down at you.

"what-- whaddya mean 'don't'?" she asks. you take a shaky breath.

"if you're gonna leave just leave-- i can't-- you can't be nice to me, it'll kill me." you say.

sevika's heart breaks.

she's never wanted kids. and you're fine with that.

but the second she saw the test, something happened inside of her, something swirling and giddy and nervous. something kinda like how she feels for you, but a little different. a little deeper, a little less hot and a little more familiar.

everything else in her world fades away. the stories she's been dying to tell you all day, the fire in her heart for zaun, the sounds of drunkards stumbling by your apartment, it all goes silent. it's just you and her, and in that moment, sevika realizes that maybe a kid wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. especially not with you.

sevika kisses your forehead, tears welling up in her eyes at the sound of your muffled sobs.

"i'm not leaving you baby, don't be ridiclious." she says. you cry aloud at her words, wrapping your arms around her back and clawing at her shoulders, trying to pull her impossibly closer to you.

"don't say that." you whisper, shakily.

"i'm not just sayin' it. i mean it. we promised each other through thick and thin, right?" she asks. you nod against her.

"but you don't--"

"i don't care." she says. "i'm a fucking idiot, you know that." she says. you let out a shaky laugh. "i'm not leaving." she says again.

in your first trimester, sevika's still a little hesitant-- still a little distant.

she's not sure how to handle all the emotions in her body, all the love and anxiety swirling up at all times. she puts her energy into making you comfortable, holding you when morning sickness takes hold, stocking up on prenatal vitamins and your favorite snacks, pampering you even more than usual.

this, she can handle. she loves taking care of you, she loves babying you, and with all the anxiety in her mind surrounding the baby, caring for you helps her quell it.

she doesn't talk about the baby much. she's still too nervous to talk about it.

but in your second trimester, you start showing. no longer just a little extra fat on your stomach, your baby's actually visible now. your shirts start riding up your abdomen, a little swell peaking out every time you stretch or move, and she can no longer ignore it-- there's a baby in your belly. and it's hers. and it'll be here soon.

you wake up many nights with gas or aches, and find sevika already awake, a furrow in her brow and her lip between her teeth as she gnaws on it. you ask her what she's thinking about, and she just curls around your body and kisses you back to sleep.

sometimes, you wake up to her hand hesitantly rubbing your belly, like she's scared to touch you. you just rest your hand on top of hers, interlacing your fingers and keeping her hand on your stomach while you both fall back asleep.

if she was better with words, if she had the words to express herself, sevika would tell you that she's scared. she hasn't even met the little fucker yet, and she already loves it more than anything else in her life. it terrifies her, for all the same reasons you do. she has a dangerous job, and second in command to a revolution isn't a suitable job title for a new mom.

sevika knows what it's like to grow up without a parent.

sevika knows what it's like to grow up with a jaded parent, too, someone who's closed their heart off to the world to avoid being hurt, and in turn can no longer love. and she doesn't want to do that to your baby. she doesn't want to do that to you either.

and at work, when she gets in scuffles, or gets a knife drawn on her, or gets shot at, it takes her twice as long to catch her breath.

since meeting you, she's always seen your face flash before her eyes when she dodges a fatal hit. and now, it's ten times worse.

sevika was never scared to die before she met you. and then, seemingly overnight, she became horrified of dying-- scared of what her dying would do to you. she can barely stand seeing you suffer from a headache, the thought of leaving you behind, the thought of breaking your heart like that-- it nearly kills her.

and now she's got a kid to think of too.

so, one late night, sevika approaches silco with a grimace on her face and a case of fancy imported cigars in her hands.

he knows something's up. he's known for months. but he lets her stutter out an explanation as she pushes the case across his desk.

"i-- i think you need to find a new number two." she mumbles. he raises an eyebrow at her.

"second thoughts about the cause?" he asks, flipping open the lid of the case and grinning at the quality.

"no, never." she spits out. silco chuckles and holds a hand up, reassuring her that he was only teasing.

"it's your wife?" he asks. sevika blushes at the word 'wife' like she always does, then looks away.

"no. she's tough, she'd be fine without me." she says fondly. "i..." she gulps then takes a deep breath. "we've got a kid on the way, silco." she whispers.

he freezes, his jaw dropping in shock. sevika never calls him silco, no matter how many times he insists she does. she's serious.

"i didn't take you for the mothering type." he says. she chuckles.

"no, neither did i." she says with a shrug. "but... i'm not mad about it." she says. "i'm... actually really excited." she whispers.

silco laughs, then rises from his seat, rounding his desk to shake sevika's hand. it's the closest to a hug the two of them will ever get.

"you'll be an amazing mother." he says sincerely. she has to blink back tears at his words. "come, let's smoke to celebrate." he says, waving her over to his desk.

the two of them spend the night negotiating a new position in silco's crew for her. she'll stay on as his consultant and strategist, and take on more responsibilities at the legally run bar and club downstairs, but he'll be finding somebody else to take on the more dangerous and criminal aspects of her job.

sevika doesn't tell you for a few weeks, until the change is complete.

she stops coming home with bruises and scrapes. she starts being lot more openly lovey dovey, no longer waiting for the dark of night to place a hand on your stomach, praising you at any chance she can get, even buying parenting books and beginning the 'babyproofing' process.

you don't ask her what's up, knowing she'll tell you in time.

and one day, you get home from work to a home cooked meal and candles on the dinner table.

sevika grins at the sight of you. you fawn at the way she walks you to the table, pulling the chair out for you, pressing kisses to your head and shoulders.

"what's going on?" you ask, giggling as she sits beside you. (she never sits across from you, she can't touch you from the opposite end of the table.)

"i'm in love with you." she says. you laugh.

"we've been married for two years sev, you better be." you say. she laughs, and kisses you again.

"i've never been more excited for my future in my entire life." she says quietly against your lips. tears well up in your eyes as you grab her hand. "we're having a baby." she says reverently, like it's the first time she's finally processing it. you don't tease her for it, you just squeeze her hand in yours and kiss up the tears that race down her cheeks.

"we are."

"and it's gonna be here in three months." she says, a beaming smile on her lips. you smile right back and nod.

"it is."

"i... i want to be the best mother i can be for the little fucker." she whispers, staring down at your stomach. "i want to be the best wife i can be for you." she adds on, her eyes flicking back up to you.

you nod at her, still unsure of where she's going with her conversation.

"and i can't do that if i'm dead." she says. you blink and nod and she sighs. "i talked with silco. we got a new arrangement for me at work." she explains. "just paperwork from here on out." she says. "i'm gonna get all lazy and weak sittin' behind a desk but..." she shrugs. "it's worth it for you two." she says.

you abandon dinner to fuck sevika on the dining room table.

(it's not a big deal though, sevika's never been a good cook, and she tried her best, but the food that grows cold on the table was already burnt and unevenly cooked and so over-seasoned it was basically just a pan of garlic powder.)

silco, surprisingly, is incredibly invested in the little fucker. sevika comes home once or twice a week with a new onsie or toy for the baby, gifted to her by your kid's self-appointed god-father.

by your third trimester, sevika's more excited than you are for the baby to come into the world, which is a hard feat, because you're constantly achy and sore and peeing and bloated and uncomfortable and cursing sev for ever putting her hands on you in the first place. she takes all your complaints in stride, endlessly spoiling you, constantly massaging your feet and tits and shoulders, pressing kisses against all your hormonal acne and strange patches of hair, accompanying you to the bathroom the fifty times you have to go a day.

and when your daughter finally arrives, sevika cries like a baby the first time she holds her.

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jester089 · 6 months

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Hello! Today I rewatched Titanic for the hundredth time, so I had an idea: https://youtu.be/EyPpMaIBgkI?feature=shared

do you know this scene in Titanic? In any case, here it is,if you haven’t seen this movie (I highly recommend it, crying every time lmao)

So, imagine that Rose is a character (Jax, Pomni, Caine/Kinger) and Jack is the reader

the reader (their s/o) begins to abstracting , the characters understandably end up next to the reader at this moment in a hope to stop the process, but then both realize that nothing helps, and before going completely crazy, the reader begins to calm down characters (just repeat lines from this scene lol) How would the characters react? I'm really interested in Jax's reaction.

P.S. If it’s not difficult, briefly describe how the characters will behave after the death of their s/o

So sorry for my English is so bad!!! I am not speaking it, hope you having a good day/night!!🫶🫶💋

Boat movie

Thank you for the request! I apologize to any Caine or Jax fans who hate how I write them. But hey you can always just not read it, and I write em how they are. Not how we all want em. From this post on I'm going to ask you all add something to your requests. When requesting either Caine or Jax specify if you want the real ones or the softer loving ones. Thanks! Caine, Kinger, Jax, & Pomni's reactions to Reader dying/abstracting in front of them/in their hands

Caine

You definitely aren't the first. And probably wont be the last. He understands that humans for whatever reason don't want to die alone so he stays with you. He stays there sitting next to you on the floor as you progressively get more and more glitched. Sadly he doesn't catch much of what you say as his mind is mainly just ready to put you in the cellar so you don't hurt anyone. Once your abstracted and in the cellar he moves on. Sure he felt slightly closer to you then with all the others digital circus's inhabitants but he'll get past it. Nothing really changes in the long run.

Kinger

Kinger found you abstracting and was about to turn tail and run to find help but you begged him not to leave. That's how you got to where you are Kinger holding you close while you gently cup his face. He listened to every word you said about how he was gonna get out of there and live his life. Have kids and die safe in his home surrounded by loved ones. He permanently searing every word into his brain. As you lean up to give him one last kiss before you fall off the deep end and abstract forcing Kinger to let go of you. He is crazy yes, but he's tough. And losing you makes him want to give up. But he'll get out of this place and live his life. If not for himself, for you.

Jax

Jax was sitting with you as you abstracted. He was just going to leave and do something else, but your pitiful glitchy voice got him to stay. He sits there staring at you as you progressively get worse not even listening to what your saying, his mind wandering to what he would rather be doing. Once you fully abstract he gets up and sprints away so he doesn't get hurt then leaves you alone to rampage about. Not his problem. Hey if someone else dies to you maybe their death will be funnier then yours.

Pomni

Pomni stayed with you. Despite every bit of code in her being telling to run and get Caine she knew she wouldn't be able to in time. So she stayed and held you gently using everything she had in her to not show how she felt. So you could have someone, have her there with you when you went. She listened to your final words and did her best to remember the feeling of you gently kissing her. Once you were gone she went straight to her room to be alone, and to write something down. In a journal Ragatha gave Pomni to try and help with stress she writes down you. You personality, your final words. And she draws you, draws you how you are (were). She isn't going to forget you. She will get out of this place. And if, no WHEN she does she's going to give you a proper burial. She doesn't have your body but she isn't just going to be the last thing she remembers of you, you or a version of you trying to kill her. (I'm feeling a little burnt out on angst asks. But I did enjoy writing this.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #kinger x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd

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mackenzielovee · 1 year

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parenthood part twenty two: subservient

a/n: it's been far too long, but here's part 22! i hope you guys enjoy.

warnings: swearing, verbal arguments, crying, alcohol abuse

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

��I just don’t know if it’s a good idea to come over today.”

You frown as you press the phone to your ear, more interested in what Maddie’s not saying.

For a week now, she’s been canceling plans and keeping more to herself, and with Julian, you’ve given her the benefit of the doubt because she’s adjusting to life with two babies, now. However, talking to her on the phone, you can tell there’s more to the story than just the stress of their new addition, you just don’t know how to pry it out of her.

You bite your lip, “Mad, I’m happy to be in charge of Julian for the day. That would give you a break to just relax.”

She snorts, “No, that would just mean I’m corralling Noah while Kelce throws beers back with Rafe. God, how do you do this by yourself?”

Her statement and her question throw you off, and instead of having a prepared answer of any kind, you stumble.

“Um, well, I—”

“Sorry,” she blurts, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You reposition yourself on the couch as you listen to Rafe in the playroom with the kids, keeping them both in and engaged so you could take the phone call. You want to tell her that you don’t ever do it alone, that Rafe is a great partner, but you have the feeling that none of this is about that.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to apologize to me. Are you and Kelce okay, though?”

You ask your question hesitantly, and when she sighs into the phone, you know you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“No,” she says simply, following it with, “He’s just— Noah, get that out of your mouth— sorry, he’s just in this phase where he’s acting like a frat boy again. I mean, I don’t get it. He’s the one who wanted another baby, and now, he’s talking about going out and getting plastered and saying that he wants to try that new bar on the mainland, and I’m like, when do you think we have time to do that with a three year-old and a newborn?”

You nod, even though she can’t see you, “Do you think it’s just an adjustment thing?”

“I don’t know, but I’m over it. I can count on one hand the number of diapers he’s changed since we brought Julian home from the hospital. He’s, like, losing it. We got into it last night and I told him that I was gonna just take the kids and go to my parents’ because I need help with the kids, and instead of offering help, he just told me to go. So, I told him I was gonna call you to help me move them, and he screamed at me not to tell anyone.”

“Screamed at you?” you gasp, trying to picture it in your mind.

“Yes, Y/N. He’s never done that before. I don’t know, I’m trying so hard not to overthink everything, I just— Noah, stop it right— shit, I have to go before he chokes. Talk later?”

You swallow, not wanting to let her off the phone just yet but knowing she has to go.

“Yes, call whenever,” you say quickly.

“Okay. Love you, bye.”

“Love you,” you murmur, then pull the phone from your ear.

You sit still for a moment and digest all of the words Maddie said; Kelce’s behavior, his screaming, and how she feels so overwhelmed that she wants to take the kids and go to her parents house. You had no idea things were so bad between them, and without thinking too hard about it, you make the choice to go over there and help her. To step up when she needs you; when Kelce won’t.

Standing from the couch, you hurry over to the playroom and stop at the door, listening to the three of them play inside. You smile to yourself and silently thank the universe for giving you such a man, such a partner, then crack open the door and step inside.

“Mommy, come play!” Josie exclaims, holding out a plastic tea cup to you.

She has Connor and Rafe sitting on the floor playing tea party with her. You laugh at the sight and Rafe grins and shakes his head, then waves you over to join him.

“Can I just talk to Daddy for one second, Jo? Then we can play, I promise.”

She looks from you to Rafe, then nods her head. Rafe furrows his brows and stands from his place on the floor, crossing the room in no time.

Josie serves tea to Connor while Rafe leans against the doorframe, allowing his eyes to scan every single one of your features.

“What’s up?” he asks quietly.

You sigh, “Have you talked to Kelce?”

Rafe tenses, but when he starts to think, the crease in his brows deepens.

“Actually, no. I just figured he was busy with the baby. Why?”

You shrug, trying to figure out exactly what to tell him. You bring your finger up to lazily trace the logo on Rafe’s shirt as you debate, and when he reaches up and takes it, threading his fingers through yours, you look up at him.

“He screamed at Maddie last night,” you tell him, “Apparently, he’s been drinking a lot and not helping her with the kids. She told him that she was going to take them and leave, and he didn’t fight for them to stay.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I think she really needs help, so, I was wondering if you’d be okay watching—”

“Of course I am, baby,” he stops you, pulling you in closer, “You should go. I’m sure she’s drowning. If you get there and you guys need anything, just call me.”

You sigh in relief and collapse into his chest, letting his arms wrap around you. He presses little kisses into the top of your head and you revel in them, unable to believe you landed such a partner.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“You’re a good friend,” he replies, “I won’t say a word to Kelce until you tell me to.”

You nod and run your nails up and down his back, then pull your head up so he can give you a real kiss. He does, and you immediately hear the kids on the other side of the room.

“Are we giving Mommy hugs?”

Connor stands from the floor, despite Josie’s protest, and crosses the room. You kneel and pull him in to you immediately, listening to him erupt in a fit of giggles as you kiss all over his face. Josie squeals and runs over, too, jumping right on you.

“I have to go see Aunt Maddie for a little while, okay? Can you guys be good for Daddy while I’m gone?”

They both nod, and Connor locks his arms around your neck.

“I’ll watch Josie,” he volunteers.

Josie frowns, “I’ll watch Connor.”

You laugh and give them both another kiss on the cheek, then pull them in for one last hug.

“And both of you need to watch your dad,” you tease, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

You pull up to Maddie’s and shut off your car, then turn and stare at the passenger seat filled with stuff. A bouquet of flowers — which you’re sure she hasn’t seen in a while — along with Target bags full of snacks, diapers, pacifiers, some new baby clothes, a blanket, and a few cute shirts for Noah that you couldn’t help but pick up.

Gathering it all, you make your way to the front door and let yourself in using your key, then use Julian’s cries to guide you to the living room. Noah is running circles around the house; from the kitchen, to the living room, through the dining room, and back to the kitchen.

“I know, I know,” Maddie says to him, bouncing him carefully, “I already fed you, and you have a clean diaper, I guess you just want your dad, huh? Me, too.”

As you get closer, you see she has tears in her eyes. You frown and enter the room, watching as she looks up and spots you.

“Hey,” you greet her softly.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“I brought reinforcements,” you say with a smile, holding up the flowers and the bags, “Mind if I help out?”

More tears fall from her eyes, and you immediately drop the items on the couch before making your way over to her. You give her a tight side hug, then remove the crying baby from her grasp.

“Aunt Y/N!” Noah cheers when he sees you, halting his runs to come and hug your leg.

“Hey, buddy,” you grin, “What’s up?”

“I’m running super fast in my racecar shoes,” he tells you, holding up his foot as proof to show you the new shoes.

“Oh, that’s awesome. Do you want to go run outside in the backyard?”

He nods, and you look up at Maddie. She sniffles, wiping her eyes and nose on her dirty sweatshirt before granting you that permission. Julian, having calmed down slightly, nuzzles into your chest and closes his eyes to sleep.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” you promise her, “You should go shower and get a nap in.”

Her eyes well up again, “Julian needs to eat again in sixty-two minutes.”

You smile and reach for her, squeezing her hand, “I’ve got this. Go.”

She lets out a sob before giving you one last hug, then escapes off to her room so as not to show Noah this side of her. He’s already standing at the back door, tugging on it but waiting patiently for you to give him permission.

“Come on,” you grin, “Let’s go run.”

Noah runs circles around you until you grow dizzy. Julian falls asleep on your chest, and you rub his back without stopping for even a second out of fear that he will wake up. You check your phone and see that it’s almost time for him to eat, so you grab Noah’s attention and usher him over to you.

“Do you want to help me feed Julian his bottle?” you ask.

Noah smiles, “Yeah. I always help Mommy, and she says I do a good job.”

“I bet you do. Come on, let’s go.”

Noah leads you into the house and Julian stirs. His eyes open and you smile down at him, thankful when he doesn’t cry. He just stares up at you and wiggles around, trying to gauge his surroundings.

Noah grabs the bottle from the fridge and hands it off to you to put in the warmer, then waits patiently at the counter for it to be done. You rock Julian and keep him happy, too wrapped up in both kids to notice the presence of another person until the front door slams shut.

Instantly, Julian starts to cry. Noah turns around to you, seemingly forgetting about the bottle and looking up with wide eyes.

“Who is that? Must be Daddy. Do you think it’s Daddy? I’ll go look.”

You frown, “No, stay with me. I need your help with Julian, remember?”

Noah nods, but when Kelce enters the kitchen he gains both of your attention. To your surprise, Noah doesn’t run to him. Instead, he turns back around and tries to peer over the top of the counter at Julian’s bottle while you clench your jaw and rock Julian in your arms, trying to get him to stop crying.

“Jesus,” Kelce groans at the noise, then looks over and furrows his brows when he sees it’s you, not Maddie, in the kitchen, “What the hell are you doing here?”

You roll your eyes, “Was slamming the door really necessary? I had him calm, and Maddie’s taking a nap. At least, she was.”

“Oh, come on. That kid cries at the drop of a hat,” he grumbles, then walks over to the fridge and pulls it open, “Oh, grilled cheese sounds good.”

“Kelce, are you serious?”

You say it before you can even consider whether or not you should. He tenses and then stands up straight, closing the fridge and spinning around to face you. Julian starts to settle, so you know this argument has to be quiet, and you just pray Maddie can sleep through it.

“Excuse me?”

You scoff, “I’m holding your crying son while your wife takes her first nap in weeks, and you’re debating making a grilled cheese? Seriously? What is wrong with you?”

Kelce’s jaw shifts, but instead of fighting back, he looks down at Noah.

“Noah, go play in the front room,” he demands.

“But, I was helping with—”

“Now,” he orders, pointing to the doorway of the kitchen.

Noah frowns but does as instructed, leaving the three of you in the kitchen. The bottle warmer alerts you that it’s through, and you remove Julian’s bottle from it.

He’s calm now, just staring up at you as you smile down at him. You start to feed him while Kelce just stands there, and you hope and pray that he’s uncomfortable, because you certainly are not.

“Did she call you and tell you to come here?”

You glance over at him, “No. She just sounded desperate when she canceled plans with me. Again. So, I came over to help.”

“Right,” he mutters, “Because you and Rafe are the ones who do everything perfectly, right? And the rest of us just have to hope we can live up.”

“What are you talking about?” you furrow your brows, “Nobody ever said—”

“She did.”

You let his words hang in the air for a moment before you acknowledge them, trying to figure out what exactly he is trying to say.

“Who did?”

“Maddie,” he mumbles, “I overheard her telling her mom all kinds of stuff about you and Rafe. She said that he’s so helpful and you guys are true partners. You know what she said to her mom about me? She said that I don’t dote on her the way Rafe does to you, and that she wasn’t even sure I wanted another baby.”

You swallow and rock Julian again, watching as he takes the bottle without hesitation. You’re sure Kelce’s feelings were hurt when he overheard Maddie saying those things, but you also know she would never say them without truly feeling them.

“Well, you’re not exactly proving to her that you do. If all you’re doing is drinking and leaving the house—”

“Having Julian was my idea, Y/N. Why the fuck would she say I didn’t want him?”

You take a step back, “I don’t know, Kelce, but—”

“See? I didn’t want her to involve you, because you and Rafe don’t get it. You two live on this little island of perfection, and the rest of us are over here dealing with real life—”

“Excuse me,” you stop him, anger written all over your face, “That’s enough. Rafe and I have our own set of issues, even if you don’t see it.”

“Sure you do,” he mutters sarcastically, “Look, if she thinks I don’t want a second baby, then I’ll just prove her right. Because I’ll never be Rafe Cameron, Y/N. I’ll never be enough, because I’m always being compared to him.”

You frown, but you step closer to him. Close enough that he can peek down and see his son taking his bottle. He can see you, glaring up at him. As much as you want to sympathize with him for how he feels, you refuse to, because his shitty behavior outweighs his shitty feelings.

“Listen to me,” you urge, “You are one of the best men I have ever known in my life. This little temper tantrum you’re on is so not you, and I want to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I am disappointed. You’re an asshole for getting drunk, you’re an asshole for leaving her here with a newborn and a toddler, and you’re an asshole for hurting your kids in the process of proving some stupid point to Maddie. You owe her the biggest apology of all time, and then, you need to sit down and tell her exactly how you feel. Because I swear, Kelce, if you don’t get your shit together right now, I will help her leave you and I will help her get full custody. I’ve seen what alcohol does to a man, and you will not raise these kids in that environment. Do you understand me?”

He swallows and looks to the floor, at his scuffed up boots and his dirty jeans. He doesn’t bother looking back up at you, but instead, he shrugs.

“Alright,” he says, “I’ll do better, then.”

“Good,” you snap, “Now, eat something. You look like shit.”

This brings a low laugh out of him, and even though you’re still mad about his behavior, it brings a small smile to your lips. He turns his head and looks up at you — finally — then down at Julian. His lips part, and just as you’re sure he’s about to ask if he can have him to hold, Maddie appears in the doorway.

She’s in fresh clothes and her half-wet hair is secured in a claw clip. She has socks covering her feet and looks more rested than she did when you showed up, but still looks chronically tired.

“When did you get home?” she asks Kelce, her tone clipped, “Right around the time Julian started crying again?”

You step away from Kelce and to the other side of the kitchen, keeping your focus on Julian.

“I didn’t mean to slam the door,” he tells her quietly.

“Yeah, well, he—”

“I’m sorry, Mads.”

She tenses, “For slamming the door?”

“For all of it.”

The room falls silent as Maddie digests Kelce’s words. You, feeling the tensenes, move toward the back door, then give Maddie a smile when she looks over at you again.

“I’ll take Noah back outside,” you say quietly, “Noah!”

In his racecar shoes, he comes running into the kitchen. He halts when he sees both of his parents and gives his mom a smile, subconsciously inching toward her. For what you guess to be the first time in weeks, Kelce notices this movement, and he frowns.

“Yeah?” Noah asks.

“Let’s go back outside and give Julian the rest of his bottle, okay?”

He nods in agreement and follows you out the back door, leaving his parents to work it out in the kitchen.

About half an hour later, Maddie emerges from the house and smiles when she sees Julian asleep in your arms. Noah is playing on the swings Kelce bought and built for him last year, not even noticing Maddie as she comes out.

“Hey,” you say with a smile.

She sits down in the chair beside you, glancing at Julian again before she relaxes.

“Hey,” she replies, then snickers, “Girl, I don’t know what you say to these men, but you really work your magic on them.”

You snort, “Right.”

“I’m serious!” she defends, “You don’t have to tell me, but just know that I know.”

You look over at her and laugh when she laughs, shaking your head. When she takes a deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest, you can tell that she’s ready to tell you the seriousness.

“So, what did he say?” you ask.

“He said that he didn’t want me to take the kids,” she says, looking out at Noah, “And that he feels inferior as a dad and a husband. Especially since Julian was born. He thought he could handle it, I guess, but the transition from one kid to two was harder on him than he anticipated. He told me that he overheard me tell my mom how good Rafe is as a dad and a husband, and apparently that was his final straw.”

You nod as you absorb her words, then examine her facial expression for a moment before you answer. She’s stoic, emotionless; like she’s just listing off facts instead of telling you about the problems in her marriage.

“What did you say to that?”

She scoffs, “I told him to put on his big boy pants and change a fucking diaper for once.”

You can’t help but laugh, because that response sounds so much like Maddie to you that you can’t help but crack up. She gives you a smile, too, and continues on.

“I also told him that I get it, but I need him to communicate with me. If I say or do something that offends him, he can’t just run off to a bar, you know?”

You nod, “Yeah, that makes perfect sense.”

The two of you grow quiet then, and it’s a solid minute before Maddie sighs and squirms in her seat.

“But, we’re going to be fine,” she tells you, “It was a temporary thing, and we can work through it. Even if he doesn’t know that yet.”

She side-eyes you and winks, which makes you laugh again.

“I’m really glad about that. I’m rooting for you guys, you know. Always am.”

She smiles, “Thanks, Y/N. And thank you for dropping your entire day to come over here and save me from drowning in diapers and tears. You didn’t have to do that, but it means a lot that you did.”

You nod and use your free hand to reach for hers, giving her a squeeze as soon as you get a good hold on her.

“You’d do the same for me,” you murmur, watching her nod.

“Of course I would.”

Your phone buzzes on the side table at the same time that Julian starts to fuss in your arm. Maddie reaches for him with no hesitation and nods to you to check your phone in case it has something to do with one of the kids. You pick it up and see a text from Rafe, which you open immediately.

Everything okay? Need us to drop off food?

You smile at his sweetness and type out a quick response.

No, it’s all good. Be home soon. Love you.

“Do you need anything before I go?” you ask Maddie.

She shakes her head as she looks out at Noah, who is still happily swinging.

“No. Thank you again, Y/N. Give me any night this week that you’re free, and we can have dinner.”

You smile, “That sounds great. Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too.”

You kiss her cheek, then Julian’s, then call Noah in so you can say goodbye. He gives you a hug and makes you promise to tell Josie he said ‘hi’. When you make your way inside, you find your purse in the living room and you grab it, pulling out your keys and sticking your phone inside. This process distracts you, and just as you reach the front door, you hear Kelce’s voice.

“Y/N.”

You turn around and face him, finding him showered, in clean clothes, and looking exhausted. Giving him a hesitant smile, you humor him.

“Yeah?”

He returns your smile, “Thanks. And, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t owe me an apology, Kelce. Things happen,” you shrug.

He shakes his head and then takes a few steps closer, tugging anxiously at the bottom of his shirt.

“Yeah, but I really needed the reality check. It takes a pretty good friend to give that to someone, so, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply, patting his arm, “Goodnight, Kelce.”

“Goodnight.”

He opens the front door for you and waits for you to get safely into your car, then closes it. You hope and pray that he’s going inside to his family; his wife and his kids, and that he’s attempting to be the best version of himself that he can be. For them.

When you get home, you find the playroom and the living room empty. Confused, you wander into the kitchen, and all the breath is drawn from your lungs.

All three of your family members, plus a very eager Bo, sit at the kitchen table with a feast of Chinese food in front of them. You laugh at the sight and move closer, not at all surprised when Rafe stands from his chair.

“Hungry?” he asks in a teasing voice,

“What’s going on?” you laugh, embracing him when he offers you his open arms.

“We’re having dinner together, Mommy,” Connor says.

“Come on and sit down, I’m starving,” Josie groans dramatically.

You laugh and give Rafe a kiss, then kiss Connor’s cheek and the top of Josie’s head on your way to your seat. Rafe starts helping Josie divide out her food onto her plate and you do the same for Connor before ultimately moving onto yourself.

“So?” Rafe questions, raising a brow.

“They’re fine,” you reply, “Kelce just needed a little push in the right direction.”

Rafe nods, “I’m glad they’re okay. And I’m glad you gave him that push.”

“Thanks,” you say with a smile, earning one back from him.

The four of you eat dinner and then make dessert, which you eat outside on the deck while Connor hunts for stars in the sky. They both fall asleep pretty soon after that, and you and Rafe both carry them upstairs to their beds.

The two of you reconvene in the living room, silently agreeing to cuddle on the couch without having to exchange a single word. He holds up a blanket and allows you to crawl under it, then laughs when you immediately mold your body to his.

“So, tell me,” he starts in, “What was Kelce’s deal?”

You shrug nonchalantly, “You, actually.”

“Me?”

“Mhm,” you hum, “He was feeling really overwhelmed making the transition from one kid to two, and, I guess, he overheard Maddie telling her mom how good you are with me and the kids, and it just made him feel inferior.”

“Oh, shit,” Rafe sighs, “Should I call him?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Rafe.”

“No, I just—” he stops himself and shifts, then starts again, “I just get how he’s feeling, that’s all. And I don’t want him to have any sort of unresolved feelings toward me, you know?”

You nod and cuddle closer to him, feeling his hand run down your back and slip innocently under your shirt.

“Maybe give him some time,” you say after a minute, “He’s not angry with you, though. But, maybe give him a chance to fix things with Maddie and the kids before adding anything else onto him.”

Rafe nods, and the tips of his fingers run down your spine. You shiver and cuddle closer, which makes him laugh.

“Good idea,” he replies, “Busy day at work tomorrow?”

“No. You?”

“No.”

You grin, “Wanna have lunch? Maybe fool around in your truck?”

He laughs and allows his fingers to slip through the waistband of your sweatpants, stroking your hip bone softly.

“That sounds perfect,” he says with a cheesy grin, “It’s a date.”

“Lucky you,” you tease.

He laughs again, and you swear you can feel your heart pounding in your chest at the sound. It’s perfect — as is he.

“Lucky me,” he repeats, and you can hear it in his voice. The way he means it. The way he loves you. Even though he’s claiming to be the lucky one, you know that truthfully, it’s you. The luckiest out of everyone — because you’re loved by him.

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calzone-d · 8 months

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"Wait, don't go, please..." with Jason

oooh me likey

this turned out way longer than i originally planned lol, my apologies.

tw: talks of cheating, crying, mild panic

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It was late. Way past your bedtime. A frantic phone call from Jason is actually what woke you up.

“Y/N.. I cant- I need.. can you come over? please? I don’t..”

you could hear the tremor in his voice over the phone, and although he’s stopped calling and texting as much as usual, you still felt inclined to answer his call. regardless of how irritated you were with him, the sound of him in distress still had you jumping out of bed and into your car.

after letting yourself in, you found him on the couch. his hair was a mess, his eyes wide with panic as he bit at his nails. it had been longer than usual since you’ve seen him, but he didn’t look like he was doing well.

your situation-ship had been neglected lately. as jason got over his split with olivia, the two of you rekindled your old romance. you’d spent most nights tucked into his side on his couch, a kid in each of your arms with a movie on in the background. you thought things were going well, but jason had gotten distant and you saw pictures online of him with a girl so you pulled back too.

it didn’t last long. the kids asked him everyday where you were, and eventually you ended up confronting him. after a long talk once the kids went to bed, you both ended up frustrated. he tried justifying his actions by explaining how he felt too “fucked up” for you, and you were frustrated because you had just gotten back to how things used to be.

texts were sent here and there but you hadn’t seen him for the better part of the last three months.

that’s why you were so surprised at the way his shoulders seemed to relax at the sight of you.

“i-i fucked up.” his voice sounded choked.

you immediately thought the worse. did something happen with olivia? did he get his fling pregnant?

“wh-“

“i got in too deep with her.. it was just supposed to be.. a thing. but then i felt worse about myself, a-and you, and-“

“jason, you’re spiraling.”

he let out a breath at your words and rubbed at his eyes.

“I was happy with what we had.. you’re a grown adult who decided to see someone else. it’s fine, that’s your decision, it’s just still an open wound okay?”

“y/n, it was just supposed to be a quick fuck, I-“

“please don’t tell me that” you said with sad eyes. “are the kids okay?”

“they’re fine” you nodded and bent down to pick your purse off the floor where you’d put it.

“wha- where are you going?”

“home, jase. i really don’t want to hear the details of you finding someone younger to fuck and being surprised when she wants to be your next wife. i-… that was.. yeah. i’m goin’ home.”

his voice trembled as he choked out,” wait, don’t go.. please.. i-“

when you turned to look at him his eyes were glossy and his jaw was clenched. all you could do was stare, it hurt too much to comfort him.

“it’s done, okay? it’s fucking over!” his voice sounded defensive when you eyeballed the way his hands trembled. before you could make another move he let out a choked sob. as hurt as you were there’s no chance you’d just walk away from him in that state.

your purse hit his floor again and you sighed as you sat next to him. he seemed to relax the tiniest bit when you toed off your shoes and brought a warm hand to his back. he gasped for air as he choked on another sob.

“please don’t go..we- we need you! fuck, i need you.”

“if you want me to stay you’re going to have to start talkin’, jase.”

“i fucked up,” he cried into his hands. “i didn’t mean to fuck up what we had.. it wasn’t my plan! i just- i had started drinking and going out more and began feeling worse and worse and i-“ he shook his head and his voice was tight, “i don’t know what part of me thought that would make things better.”

you silently nodded and let him take his time.

“i was- we were drunk at a party, and by the time i was sober enough to tell you i felt even worse.. i panicked and pulled away. it was a mistake, and i’m sorry..”

before you could respond the sound of little feet padding against the hardwood stopped you.

“daddy?”, daisy’s voice was small and her eyebrows were furrowed. she looked just like him.

she climbed on the couch beside him and got on her knees to wrap her arms around his shoulders as best as she could, “why’re you crying?”

he quickly wiped at his tears and gave her a watery chuckle. “it’s adult stuff, sweetheart. m’okay.”

as soon as he reassured her she was crawling over jason’s lap, knees digging into his thighs as she made her way to you.

“did you come to make daddy stop crying?” she looked up at you with wide eyes and tucked herself into you.

“yeah, honey. he’s okay. why are you still up, daisy girl?”

“heard daddy crying..” her words trailed off with a yawn. “wanna go back to bed now.. daddy’s okay?”

jason’s eyes had begun tearing up again as he watched the two of you.

you stood with her in your arms and carried her back to her bedroom. “he’s gonna be just fine, dais. promise”

her nod against you was weak and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was nodding off.

jason had seemed to calm down a bit by the time you came back to the couch. he was still sniffling, and still shaking but his breathing began to even out again.

“i’m so sorry, y/n.. fuck” he whispered

“jase, i can’t- i can’t keep doing this. hurts too much.. because i didn’t stop loving you for a second, you know? like.. was i doing something wrong? did- did i overstep with the kids?”

“no! not at all, you.. you’re their second mom at this point. they’re always askin’ for you.. when something goes wrong you’re they’re go-to.”

a hint of a smile found its way to your face.

“you didn’t do a single thing wrong, y/n. s’all me. and i don’t expect anything from you, please know that. i-im just so fucking sorry.” his shaky hands reached to wipe at his eyes again.

your hand moved towards the hem of his t-shirt to fiddle with it as you mulled his words over.

“just hurt.. seein’ her all over you. felt like it was supposed to be me, y’know?”

“it was.. is. she.. fuck, y/n where do i even start. she was put off by the fact that the kids even exist. a-and god forbid i ask her to not post on social media about us. it.. kinda felt like being with olivia again when things went to shit. was fuckin’ ridiculous.”

“should’ve just told me from the get go and we could’ve worked past it.”

“i’m so fuckin’ sorry i didn’t, hun..”

“i.. i know. i cant just move past it right now.. but… just give me some time okay? m’not quitting on you, okay?”

his eyes were wide. he wasn’t expecting you to be willing to try again at all, he just couldn’t live being on bad terms.

“y-yeah, of course. just tell me what you need me to do and it’s done, i swear.”

“let’s talk boundaries.. have you broken things off?”

“i did it a week ago. been callin’ nonstop but i haven’t answered,” he leaned forward to get his phone off the table. “here, you can even look.”

you gave the screen a quick glance, seeing that all the calls from her had gone unanswered and it did put you at ease.

a soft hum left your lips, “m’kay..”. jason’s eyes were so heavy and you could tell he needed sleep.

“look, let’s talk about it more tomorrow, okay?”, he nodded but his face contorted at the thought of you leaving now.

before he could open his mouth you interrupted, “i’ll stay, jase. no funny business though.”

he finally chuckled. “okay, but can you spoon me?” his voice was soft and quiet. “s’been a long night.”

“only for you. c’mon, let’s go check on the kids first.”

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Sleeping With The First Years<3

Ace trappola,Deuce spade,Jack howl,Epel felmier and Sebek zigvolt

hello everyone ^^ so I'm trying something new and I swear I'm working on the epel fic;; but enjoy this while yall wait~yako♡ Tw:sebek slander fluff/crack

Ace

Happy- that's it he is just super happy!

plops on the bed and lays down on the side he knows you sleep on, oh you sleep on the right side of the bed?

TOO BAD THAT'S ACES SIDE NOW

A cuddler

Like he will latch on you like it's the end of the world.

hope you don't need pee y/n

he looks like he has been knocked

OMG Is he breathing?!

yes

you don't need to call the police he's fine that's just how he sleeps

If you do somehow wake him up he will let you do what you need too

won't stop complaining that you're taking too long😒

holds your hand when you come back and cuddles you when you’re sleeping💜

WILL TAKE IT TO HIS GRAVE THAT HE DIDN'T ENJOY IT

SAYS THAT YOU WERE THE ONE THAT WANTED TO CUDDLE

"I would never cuddle you gross you probably got cooties"

"I don't"

"and plus you seemed cold so I just wrapped my Arms around you"

"It was hot last night?"

he got quite real quick

that was the conversation yall had the next morning

Deuce

call the ambulance/or room service

going through the 5 stages of grief in 10 seconds

the only woman he slept with was his mom when he was a kid

you're just knocked out since being ramshackle prefect is hard

hesitantly. VERY hesitantly climbs in bed with you

doesn't want to wake you up for the life of him

You know that careful SpongeBob meme that's him.

poor boy is so stiff 🤧

would try to get out of bed to sleep on the floor.

woke you up in the process

apologizes, maybe even start getting upset

Comfort him y/nnie right now

you would tell him to go to sleep or at least try to sleep while you're in the bathroom

you're just playing on your phone waiting for him to sleep

"Carter deuce won't sleep how do you make him sleep"

"idk lol"

"ok"

he's asleep when you come back

you are a cuddler now I don't make the rules

very light sleeper

he will feel you cuddling him but will try to go back to sleep.

when he wakes up he thinks you look pretty

wakes you up gently

100% tells his mom about it

Jack

he doesn't mind

his tail is swaying pretty fast tho??🤨🤨

asks you if you want him to sleep on the floor

tail speeds up when you say no

you sit on the bed to watch TV and he comes out of the bathroom with silk pajamas?

your sleepy so you're sleeping first

turns off the TV for you

he's the type to read before bed ill die on this hill

he's reading his book when you just rested your head on his man boobs chest.

On the outside he's like (・・ ) ?

but it's a lie he is throwing a party in his head

Puts his book down and turns off the side lamp

puts his arms around you💜💜💜

it's like a free heater

his tail rests on your side as he cuddles you

You're smug cause your a lil faker you ain't really asleep huh

You rn:<(￣︶￣)>

you thought you ate huh? Well you did. Left no crumbs🥲

would wake up before you and when you ask if he cuddled you he would be like

"uhhh no????"

but he did enjoy that little moment when you used his chest as a pillow.

Source:trust me bro

Epel

Kicking crying screaming/j

he would be a bit upset since he would hope he would be a bit more buff so if you cuddle together you can feel safe💙

eyebrows immediately go straight down. But stops because he knows vil or Rook is about to lecture how he would get wrinkles

wears silk pajamas but hates it (vil made him wear it)

but if you like them he loves them

orders pizza and watches TV with you *it's a horror movie*

yall went to sleep at like 2am cause yall were scared lol

tries to say something romantic but fails terribly

Naw it probably was like

"epel I'm scared to sleep with if I lose my toes😭"

"Its okay mah wittle cotton swab I'll protect ya"

"Room service "

"AHHHHHHH!!!!"

He screamed like a dying bird, the poor room service was so upset you had to reassure the woman that you watched a horror movie and that she did nothing wrong.

he latched to you like a leech when he fell asleep

his hands are so cold like??? Did you just come back from Antarctica? Why tf are you so cold

you tried to wiggle out his grasp but it was hard cause he was strong in his sleep.

you eventually fell asleep and cuddled him back

He wasn't even asleep he was faking it like you did with Jack

texts Jack about it

tries to act tough in the morning

failed again lol

"Huh why am I so cold?"

……

"WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN PREFECT!?"

…..

"You felt safe?...lol as you should"

"Wait no I'm sorry y/n"

Sebek

why? Why would you do this to yourself?

You know what's gonna happen,Yet you still gonna do it?

you're getting your license revoked and blocked/j

he's mad HOW DARE THEY TELL ME TO SLEEP WITH THIS LOWLY HUMAN

he tries to sleep on the floor but you were like no 👹

talks about how his waka Sama is so peaceful at night and how you can't compare.

He snores loud af😒

how does he know how tf mallues is at night does he watch him sleep???😭

Wears old man pajamas

after changing he lays on the bed

he is like a plank😭😭 his whole body is straight like doesn't that hurt???

You fall asleep and cuddle him

is about to wake you up but he see your quote on quote cute-ish face so calmly sleeping

blushes he thinks your kinda ugly but one..….ONE percent cute

take that as a compliment

low-key when you saw him sleeping the next morning with one arm around your waist you lost your bet with Ace

The Bet was that if he sleeped or not

pay your money y/nnie or else you about to be in debt 💜

denies that he ever had his arm around your waist

YOU THINK ONE OF LORD MALLUES GUARDS WOULD SLEEP WITH A PATHETIC HUMAN EVEN CUDDLE IT?!

"ya"

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99liners · 11 months

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So i have this lame drabble kinda idea for nodus tollens. As u have mentioned before that jimin's mom n brother treat rei as their own daughter n sister respectively so imagine one day jimins brother was hugging rei Or kissing her forehead (uk brotherly affection) n jimin saw these n literally went ballistic n started punching his own brother then jimins family would see what n Douchebag their son is😂

opus nodus tollens, drabble number 1 / tatemae series 建前:

pairing: choreographer!park jimin x trophy!wife reader extra character(s): min shiza (liberosis) genre: fluff, smut, angst, marriage!au, age-gap!au (9 years). words: 1.863 warnings: jealousy, over possessive!pjm, unhealthy behaviour, toxic relationships, heated argument, manipulative behaviour, smexy times, missionary position, unprotected sex, mentions of orgasm (m). original one-shot: nodus tollens part of: tatemae; 建前 — a bts series a/n: i don't think i will be adding the punching thingy, i get that jimin is supposed to be this obsessive guy but that level of obsession that he punches his own brother would take away from his character. i hope you understand and enjoy the drabble!

"i know what you want."

"what do you mean?"

"i know you want her like you have always wanted all my toys back when we were kids."

jimin had pulled aside his younger brother to the latter's room one fine evening.

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it has been six days since jimin and you flew down to busan to visit jimin's parents. they had been asking you both to come over ever since the wedding. back then, you had been busy with finishing college and jimin has always been one of the in-demand choreographers of the industry, so naturally there was no time to make the trip happen.

last month when you got laid off from the min-specter firm, it hit you badly. it had shaken you up in the worst way possible; you had stopped eating, you stopped talking to jimin, you did not reply to any of your ex-upperclassman-turned-ex-boss'-wife shiza's messages, you had not even stepped out of the house for weeks on end. most of the days, you did not even bother leaving the bed. you would be wearing the same house clothes and be slumped on the bed or at most, at the floor with your back supported by the bed. you still cannot believe that you were fired from your job; the job you had worked your ass off for. the internships, the training, the late-night studying — all of it turned to dust and swept away. and shiza? she was supposed to be like your older sister, she should have changed your boss' mind but all you get are empty apologies and how she is sad for you. nothing seemed to cheer you up and your husband was at his wit's end on exploring new to get you to even smile at him.

one day when he came back from work, he was surprised to see your ex-upperclassman, shiza. she was standing near the chair in the dining hall where you were sat. you looked like you had been crying.

"um, what's this? doll, is everything okay?"

you gave a curt nod, not meeting his eyes.

jimin turned to shiza, "mrs min i think it's best you lea-"

you cut him off, "no. she's okay."

jimin sighed, so she gets an okay but all he gets are nods and hums? he just wants his rei of sunshine (pun intended) back.

"jimin-ssi, if it's possible maybe you should take a trip with y/n, she needs some fresh air."

"ahha, only if this madam wants to go anywhere."

biting the inside of your cheeks, you mumbled, "i want to go out."

jimin's eyes flickered. wait so when he suggested going out for a vacation, you threw pillows at his face while proceeding to bury your face in the mattress and bellowing out noises like a dying whale but shiza eonnie mentions going on a trip once and you want to go now? what is this sorcery? jimin needs to learn this ninja technique.

a while later, shiza left when a black luxury car (jimin guesses it was a vintage rolls royce wraith) came around to pick her up.

your husband started collecting the dirty dishes and putting them in the sink when he heard your feeble voice.

"take me away before i lose myself," you mentioned, your eyes trained pointlessly at the floor while your arms came to wrap around themselves in a hug.

jimin almost dropped the porcelain plate to make his way to you, dropping to his knees as his hands brought down your hands in his, to rest on your lap.

"doll, i will take you anywhere you want. i just want you back as you were."

you sniffled down your tears and leaned over to hug him tightly, which your husband happily reciprocated.

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it was like you were born anew when jimin brought you to his childhood home. you have never known a family and now to have a father, a mother and a brother to call your own — it truly felt like a new life. every day you woke up, you got to have a mother's handmade breakfast made with love, you helped her out with the household chores, while in the evening the neighbourhood aunties would invite you over for cheesecake and coffee while they doted on you, mentioning how their jiminie got lucky to have you in his life.

it felt nice to be wanted, to be included in the mundane things in life and the days passed by normally, they didn't feel too long nor too short. it was all perfect. jiwon, jimin's younger brother would even take you on his motorcycle to mr park's cafe where mr park would proudly introduce you to his regular customers as his 'lawyer daughter-in-law'.

at first it started when mrs park forced you to go out and see the town around but then every evening you would leave with jiwon on his motorcycle while he showed you around. likewise, at first jimin did not much think about it, he usually was in charge of looking after the family business when he was home, so accounting took most of his time. plus, he was happy that you were exploring the places where he once grew up. it made him feel even closer to you when at night you would tell him about the places you saw, the sparkle in your eyes. you were just too adorable for his heart to take.

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"don't make a noise," jimin whispered near your ear before putting his hand over your mouth, stilling his lower body to a lull before hitting it home in an intense thrust, his pelvic area slapping against your cunny. the bedpost hit the wall with a thud while a groan died down in your throat.

jimin and jiwon's rooms are adjacent to each other and obviously, like two responsible adults, neither of you would ever want for the poor thing to have to hear anything inappropriate.

"fuuuck," you sighed against his palm while jimin continued his thrusts — bringing you over the edge while his length rummaged through your gummy walls, feeling every ridge, every bump in the hot cavern.

one particular hard thrust had you moaning loudly, a muffled one owing to jimin's hand but still the muffled noise was out in the air.

jimin brought his movements to a halt, "i don't think he heard it," he whispered, slowly moving his hips in a circular motion.

"i think he's asleep," you whispered back, the sentence broken in two parts owing to his slow actions. you winced at the leisurely pace.

"i can hear you jerks. loud and clear." jiwon's booming voice came through the walls.

jimin was really close to his release, he has been holding back all this time to not cause a commotion, "mm, might as well," his hips took up pace, creating a symphony of sinful noises.

you tried to stop him, your eyes going wide at the sudden pace. you were both in a state of pleasure and fear because your brother-in-law just said that he could already hear you guys even when you were whispering.

"he can hear us!" you reminded jimin, biting your lip hard to not let out moans, your legs closing around his waist.

his dominant hand got a hold of the headpost, wrapping around the wood to anchor himself for the thrusts as they grew sloppy; indicating his oncoming orgasm, "he already has."

"y'all are fucking disgusting! i am going to put bleach in my ears," jiwon yelled again before you both heard his bedroom door opening and closing, followed by footsteps hurrying downstairs.

"forget him, look at me," jimin's free hand came to hold your gaze at him, the edge of his palm supporting your chin while his fingers grazed your cheek. his thrusts slowed down again as he angled his hips to reach deeper angles.

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later the next day, you absolutely avoided jiwon, you were too embarrassed to even look in his direction.

in the evening while jimin and you were sat in the living room watching tv, jiwon walked over, "ahem, if you guys are not busy copulating like bunnies, do you want to go to our old high school? there is an annual sports festival going on," he offered. mind you, he was loving this because he gets to tease you at every sentence, every accidental eye contact.

you winced at the first sentence, "stop mentioning it. we are sorry."

jimin was sat beside you looking over some papers his father had just handed him, "speak for yourself, i am not sorry."

"of course," jiwon shook his head before turning to you, "for your information, you are so bad at trying to suppress any sound."

jimin raised an eyebrow at that, since when did you two become so close to talk about sex (of all topics) so openly. he understands that you two are closer in age, jiwon is a year older and doing his masters but it did not sound as innocent to him, "hey, be respectful."

"let's go," ignoring the teasing, you stood up, "i would love to see where this one used to go to school," you touched jimin's hair, giving it a slight ruffle.

he caught your hand and placed a kiss on it, "be safe and be back before 8, the streets get empty. i don't know what takes you both so long every night."

"yes yes, don't worry," jiwon exhaled casually before leaving with you.

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by the time jiwon and you came back, jiwon had his arm wrapped around you, hanging by your shoulder as you two laughed at some joke.

after dinner when mrs park took you away to show you old pictures, jimin pulled jiwon to the side.

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"whoa whoa, wait a second. di-did did you just compare your wife to toys?" jiwon's eyes went wide.

"well of course she is not a toy, that's the point i am trying to make. she is my wife."

"you just compared her to a toy! always knew you needed therapy."

"listen just keep your hands off her, i don't like this newfound intimacy between you two," jimin's hand was on jiwon's shoulder, his grip tightening with every word.

"are you joking right now? you are joking right? she's like my fucking sister. i have always wanted a sister because you are such an asshole and now i finally have someone whom i can call a sister so of course you have to ruin it."

jimin went quiet, maybe he took it all wrong. suddenly he was reminded that this was his brother, his blood. he knows his little brother, he believes in the values his parents taught them.

"hey, look it's you from when you were in your nappies," you had walked in jiwon's room looking for him. a photo album in your hand, you walked to the duo.

jiwon gave you a small smile as he turned his gaze to what you were pointing at.

jimin let a sigh, maybe his family is complete finally and there is nothing to worry about as he found himself smiling at you two.

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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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Gave my love

Portgas D Ace x Reader || Shooting Stars

a/n: Make a Wish prompt fill for panda-anon. I am crying because my first draft spun off into the void of my own technological mishaps, so I hope the second version is satisfactory. I'm sorry it took so long (it took forever for me to do the rewrite these last few weeks have been a bit hectic) I hope that you enjoy it! I apologize if Ace seems at all ooc, it's been a long time since I last took a deep dive into his character. He reads to me as someone who would be kind of a tsundere about romantic feelings but able to be happy if he told himself it was "just friends" so he could pretend to be normal about it. The boy has so many excuses: Butterflies? he's happy to see you, feeling hot? he's made of fire, jealous of your attention? you were his friend first... (also the linked song aged remarkably well, it's fun and noisy and is where the title came from) Thank you so much to my friend who braved an omegaverse fic to edit for me. I hate editing my own stuff and she did such a good job making sure that things weren't too obtuse. cw: omegaverse, alpha!reader, Ace's canon compliant self worth issues

The trouble with narcolepsy isn't the daytime hours. He'd learned to manage those when he was a kid. The trouble comes at night, when his body is visited with the opposite impulse.

Ace rolls over for the nth time. Now, with the same insistence it had put him to sleep, his body pulls him awake.

He follows that pull with heavy, silent steps. He stretches his arms above his head and feels his back pop. He leaves his hat by his bunk, suddenly eager for the sea breeze through his hair.

He hesitates for a moment. Though he no longer gets cold, he considers wrapping something around his shoulders. His pillows and blankets still smell faintly of you. He looks at the bed.

No one is around to accuse him of something so treacherous as longing, but he still jerks his head away and pretends as if he hadn't spent much too long considering such a thing.

When he leaves the covered floors of the ship a bird - he cannot see where it come from - flutters down and nearly clips his head. It's not a seagull. He wonders for a moment, could it be?, but he quickly casts the thought away. Probably not.

A flash of light streaks across the sky, distracting him.

The worn railing is smooth, almost soft, beneath his fingertips when he leans over it. He folds his arms and lays his head in the cradle of his elbow.

He's been dealing with insomnia for the better part of a decade, either waking in the night or not sleeping at all. He'd see Luffy, sprawled out on the floor of the hideout, snot bubbles and not a care in the world. Even though his little brother didn't often notice his midnight absences, even when Ace would show up with prey in the morning, being unnoticed had not left him feeling unwanted.

Knowing someone was waiting staved off the loneliness. Becoming Whitebeard's son had been the best decision of his life. Yet tonight, he has no desire to disturb the sentries or wake a crew member for company.

A glossy black crow lands on the rail within easy reach. It cocks its head at him, warbling low in the back of its throat. Ace narrows his eyes at it, staring until the crow shrinks back, feather ruffling. This was the bird that had almost hit the back of his head, he's sure of it.

It looks almost sheepish at it places a little bag on the rail between them.

When he doesn't pick it up right away, the bird pushes it closer with one delicate claw, bobbing its head.

He picks it up slowly, keeping an eye on the bird. It tilts its head back and forth, clicking in the back of its throat. It takes him a moment to catch it in the dim light: the reflection of your Eye in the black marble of the crow's.

A grin showing teeth makes its way across his face.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi." Sound comes out of the crow's open beak like there is a microphone in its throat, like there's a snail in its belly. It doesn't move in synchrony with the words, but in an unsettling sort of pantomime.

Your voice is made ragged by the crow, but even with one word he knows it is yours. His grin goes lopsided and he weighs the pouch in his hand.

"Fancy seeing you here, pretty bird" he says.

The crow makes a hacking sort of cough he knows to be its version of your scoff coming from its mouth, but the bird rubs its beak against the gleaming wood of the ship, as though to take the sting from the sound.

"I do occasionally have good timing," it says with your voice.

He leans his head on his arms and looks directly at the bird. His gaze cuts through the animal in front of him and to you on the other side. One side of his bangs falls across his eye.

He has some idea of what you do, but not exactly. He knows it's dangerous, for a certain value of dangerous. You go to places he hasn't seen yet.

When he asks you where you are, you tell him about places you've been, never where you recently were. You don't relent even when he pries, whining low in his throat at your typical evasiveness. The crow speaks the rusted over name of some island he's never heard of.

When he asks you how training is going, the bird does some funny little movements that require it to over-correct when it nearly falls off the rail and imitates the sounds of bo staffs colliding.

The sentry peeks down from a higher level. Ace waves them off, feeling suddenly defensive. He wants to keep this moment a secret.

The bird freezes, looking up from where it's hunched over in an all too human kind of expression that reminds him of the last time you were a guest of the Whitebeard pirates and you'd raided the kitchens with him, sneaking around with unnecessary stealth, pressing back as if to hide him from every passing shadow until he was giggling into your shoulder, you scents mingling as you sweated under the hot atmosphere of a nearby volcanic island.

He snickers as the bird shakes its feathers flat again, giving an experimental little croak and finally straightening up when the noise doesn't immediately bring the sentry back running, looking out for his crewmate. The bird bumps his hand, as if to draw attention to it, and Ace draws his fingers through the soft, smooth feathers.

When you creakily ask him about his own recent adventures, you offer tidbits from the news to get him started, and it warms him in a very strange way to think you've been keeping an eye on him.

Eventually, the late night catches up and a comfortable quiet settles around the two of you.

Ace listens to the crow's low gargly kkqrk as it moves on its perch. He smirks to himself at the sight of the shining black bird shifting against the star scattered, velvet night.

"Are you going to open it?" you, finally ask. The bird pecks emphatically at the rail by the velvety bag.

All of the bird's expressive hopping and pecking for excited emphasis is so very un-human. It amuses him to imagine you puppetting the creature, instructing it to dip and flap for his benefit, even though he knows it is more akin to the bird itself interpreting your emotions.

Even so when the bird, looks at him, he can almost see the pleading look only you can pull off. Truly and delightfully uncanny.

He sighs as if it is all a chore, bobbing the pouch up and down on the string wound around his fingers. The crow follows with the movement with its beak and then its whole body.

"Should I?" he muses. "Suppose I save it-"

The bird all but stamps its little grey scaled foot in expressing your impatience and he laughs at you, at the odd humanity of the motion, as he finally does open the bag, drawstrings tangled in his fingers.

The contents of the pouch glitters, even in the starlight.

"How nice," he says, opening the mouth of the bag wide to reveal an array of crystals inside. "A good bit of shine."

All pirates of course liked things that gleamed. As did crows. The bird tilts its head between his face and the bits of rock in his hand.

He shifts them around in the bag. There are many colors.

"You should try one," it - you - says, shifting its weight. The bird stayed almost perfectly still, head tilted as it took in his incredulous expression.

"I am not dumb enough to eat rocks."

"I know."

The bird, peers up at him, blankly expectant.

Ace looks back in the bag and eventually plucks one of the crystals out. It's orange bleeding into purple like a storm ridden twilight and edged like the inside of a geode.

He glances once more at the bird, at you, but the creature just shuffles its wings to sit more primly against its body. Ace has never been very good at backing down from a dare.

Still he bites down very very carefully.

The crystal cracks apart under his teeth and spills sweetness on his tongue - plum and passion fruit, tart and bright and dark again, like the last touch of a setting sun. The outside is hard and cool like stone, but falls away to jelly by the time his bite sinks to the center.

He cannot help the way his eyes go slightly wide.

"Where are these from?" he asks.

"I made them," your voice slips from the bird's parted beak, almost shy. "The King of Kettles taught me," you add fondly.

He nibbles on more of the crystal, candy he now knows. Rock candy, he thinks as he grins to himself. He's not sure when the last time someone brought him candy of all things. Sugar is expensive no matter its source, and sometimes hard to find among the islands. Even syrups made from fruit would take a long time to make.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!" The crow interrupts his thoughts with a trumpeting, too loud, cackling sort of caw.

He stuffs a corner of the crystal into the crow's beak, interrupting the sound with a choking, fluttering, sputtering.

One thing about birds is that regardless of interpretation, they are sometimes not very good at managing their volume.

The crow hunches over, sending Ace as dirty a look as it can manage. You consider having it play dead, just to get back at him, but the shuffling attention of the sentries has you, the crow, freezing in his shadow.

You are reminded, somewhat guiltily, that your welcome on Whitebeard's territory does not give you unrestricted access, even for stolen moments like this.

But again, Ace waves off the inquisitive sentries, and they go, because he is the commander of the second division.

Ace can tell that they're curious, but this is for him, for now. In the morning if they or anyone asks, he will tell and laugh and tease. And it will be real.

This is real too. He feels protective of this moment, even if it is only a crow with your Eye as a glossy, curved reflection. It's his little secret.

It's not in his nature to keep secrets. Not for long. But for a while, he wants to keep this one. Not out of shame, not like the other, but because this one is warm like a glowing coal.

It is his, to follow the direction of a falling star and have a bird deliver him a gift and a conversation. You can't tell him where you are or where you're going, but you have frequent, funny little names that are familiar enough that you can tell him stories and he knows of whom you speak. The King of Kettles, Catfish, the Forlorn Maiden - all of them people he has never and likely will never meet.

Do you have a secret name for him, do you tell people about him? Something meant to safeguard him from the world?

Will there ever be a time when he isn't the secret? When that secret doesn't drag a darkness along behind it to cover those who know?

Another flash of light goes across the sky - blink and you'll miss it.

He sees it, you don't, going in the same direction as before. It flies away into the night.

Slowly, through the odd technicolor vision of the crow, you see a closed off, thoughtful expression take the place of the easy smile from before.

"What are you thinking of?"

The crow's hissed approximation of a whisper should be unsettling but it isn't.

Ace leans his arm on the railing and looks over at you, at the crow. The corner of his mouth lifts up, but he can't put enough of his heart into it to cover the melancholy.

He finds himself wishing for your scent. Sending a bird is one thing, but if he had not seen the Eye, he wouldn't have even been able to tell you it was you there, and not some well trained pet.

"I wish you were here," he sighs, reaching out to run a finger over the bird's smooth head feathers.

The bird ruffles its wings and says nothing. There is a long moment of nothing, long enough that Ace thinks of going back to bed. Sleep is finally reaching for him, he can feel the chill of it on his skin.

It's through the quiet of the dark that it finds him, a dull sound, almost at the edge of hearing.

He reaches out with his awareness, scanning the sea for any creature stupid enough to attack one of Whitebeard's fleet. A Sea King would be a bit of bedtime fun. Or it might be the distant sound of canons, although intuition tells him that isn't it.

The sound gets closer. It is not canons or the writhing movements of a deep water monster. It is more like someone shaking out sheets, but as regular as a sleeper's heart - the flap of wings.

He sees a shape, black on black, in the distance. It vanishes between one blink and the other, melting into the night. Another shimmer of light falls overhead while the wingbeats suddenly disappear.

Ace remembers owls and the way they hunt, swooping silently down upon their prey. He looks up to see if the watch is at all disturbed, and then to his left. The crow is gone.

The wingbeats return, now soft and so close. Right below him. He looks over the rail and a familiar face rises up to meet him.

This crow upon which you sit is longer than him if he were to lay down, feet and fingers pointed as far as they would go. It drifts upon the shallow eddy stirred up by the ship, drifting alongside.

"Hello," you say. You're smiling. Teasing snatches of scent get caught in the sea breeze.

From behind, the crow that had been your mouthpiece swoops down upon your shoulder.

"Willful thing," you say to it.

It croaks, head bobbing cheekily.

"Hi," he says. His heart feels like it's soaring, light alongside you, every whoosh of blood a wingbeat.

"I heard you," you say, nudging the crow's chest with your finger.

"You do occasionally have good timing," he says, grinning wide.

The enormous bird flaps a few times, slowly, up to the level of the rail.

He catches you when you slide over the side of the ship and step onto the deck. He never feels the flames when they come from him, but your palm sliding over his makes him feel like he's burning.

"I think I'm going to be in trouble with your Father," you say, shrugging a shoulder, "for the bird."

It croaks again, and then caws, as if to prove a point. The both of you wince.

"I'll tell him you came for me," Ace replies. He doesn't bother to keep quiet now, but that's alright. The bag of sweets you brought him dangles around his wrist like a charm.

You're a little breathless when you look at him. He can see stars reflected in your eyes.

"Whenever you want me."

#portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #it's implied that the reader is somehow involved with the revolutionary army #alpha!reader #omegaverse #panda anon #thank you so much for your patience #this was super fun to write #and i really enjoyed getting back into his character a little bit #hope that i did it justice!#i forgot how young and repressed ace is XD #he will absolutely reject outright romance so you can't tell him that shhhh #just pretend there's another reason he's special and it'll be fine and give him time to figure it out #prompt fill #make a wish prompt fill

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skoulsons · 10 months

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Eye To Eye Is All We Can See

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Pairing: Ezra & Cee (Prospect 2018)

Word count: ~2900

Summary: Ezra says something stupid and Cee tries to convince him that he’s wrong

A/N: Nothing except I wrote this until sunrise , so I apologize if it is absolutely terrible, downright ooc, or horribly grammatically. I have not rewatched the movie quite yet 💀 Just a bit of fluff and a tiny hurt/comfort?? Don’t ship them!!

Tagging my favorite people who I get to talk about this movie with: @sotvtaughtmehowtofeel @not-so-mundane-after-all @orangechickenpillow @jessahmewren @alternatewriter @starchild0985

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“Thank you,” she said.

They’ve been together a few cycles, the Green Moon left far behind them.

The cycles have been nothing short of eventful in a small spacecraft and two strangers in a very complicated relationship. Cee has had to keep an extra keen eye on Ezra. Not because of distrust, but to make sure his arm is healing well. Or, as well as a cut-off limb could heal with limited medical supplies and a kid, though capable, having done the operation.

Also because Ezra keeps forgetting he’s lost an arm and continuously reaches out for support along the walls of the ship when he moved from their sleeping quarters to the cockpit and he has fallen every single time. He fell out of his bed the first night they were in it; Cee spent five minutes trying to pull him back into the bed and then another fifteen having a verbal battle with him to try and convince him to get back in bed.

There have been moments of frustration where things catch up with Cee, her irritations coming out verbally to Ezra. He never fights back. He always sits, patient and understanding as Cee rehashes the things she’s kept bottled up and taped down for years with all the strength of scotch tape that’s lost all its grip.

They were also navigating their route off the Green to somewhere safe and figuring out… what exactly they were. Strangers? Partners? Friends? Family? Ezra has treated Cee as a real person, a girl with agency and deserving of a fruitful life since the second he met her; it’d be difficult to walk away from someone who gave you something you missed out on all your life. In that same way, it’d be hard to walk away from a kid that saved your life—twice.

Cee also had nightmares about the Green. The Saters, the mercs, the music, even her own father. Ones of Ezra, too. Him dying, abandoning her. Him using her, just like Damon seemed to do. On the worst night, the night when Damon and Ezra’s lifeless eyes were all she could see and their cold, torn open skin were all she could feel, she woke up crying.

Ezra was at her side before she even woke, unsure what exactly to do. He waited, and when she finally did wake, with a tear-stained face and a burning throat, Ezra’s compassion was overwhelming. His eyes were gentle, concerned. He kept his only arm hovering over her shoulder, waiting for permission. She let him hold it, for both their sakes, wishing she’d hugged him instead. Wishing she met him on the floor, their legs a conglomeration of limbs as he held her tight against his side. Instead, he stayed beside her until she calmed, quiet and reserved affirmations in It’s okay, little bird and You’re safe, Cee. Damon's cold, almost robotic responses to her harsher dreams were always Quit your crying or It’s a dream, calm down, so when Ezra keeps a firm, reassuring hold on her shoulder, talks her through it, and wears a soft smile Cee thinks she got to see even before Kevva knew of it—one that is only heightened when the stars of the Black shine enough light in to highlight his strands, making him look less intimidating than he makes himself out to be—Cee relaxes. How a stranger, of all people, can sit beside her and walk her through something so small compared to what all the Black has to offer is beyond her. How Ezra, literally, stooped down to her level to comfort her.

It doesn’t make sense. Nothing that has happened the last seven cycles makes sense. The Green and the people, if they could even be called such a thing, that the pair encountered still seemed so far away from Cee. That they were things that seemed only to be written in fictional novels and included in stories of old.

Except for one thing. One thing that makes sense. One thing that Cee is becoming more clear on with each passing cycle. Perhaps the clearest thing to come out of their time together.

He cares.

She cares, too.

And now they were in the Black, and had been for six cycles. The vastness and eternity of the growing darkness offered a strange comfort to both of them. Despite their care for each other, freedom was out there. Freedom awaited the both of them out there. Separate freedom.

Cee was always confined to Damon. She was always just another pair of hands to mine or hold something Damon couldn’t. An extra pair of eyes to search for Aurelac or an extra pair of ears to listen for any harm or to protect him, completely selfishly. Damon never acted selflessly, not even for his own daughter.

She hadn’t much freedom apart from him. She was always tied to him and his work. She was never given opportunities away from him. No chances for her to explore on her own. To see what was so great about this life that Kevva gifted her. She never had the chance to meet other people and form lasting friendships. She wasn’t given time to… live.

The Black offered that to her—Opportunities. Planets to stop at, to lay low on. Places to settle down. A life to live.

Ezra had freedom ever since he was a kid. He was free, encouraged even, to explore. To get to know the world around him. The vastness of the growing creation. He had the freedom, the opportunities, to explore all of it. But as he grew, there was a hunger for earning. A hunger for points and mining. Anything that could offer him a more than satisfactory life. Aurelac, specifically. An attachment to the work, the hunt, also selfishly. He did what he had to to get what he wanted, similar to Damon. Only Ezra, despite being on his own for most of his adulthood and being separated from his family for longer, cared. He cared enough to listen and pay attention to a little girl he didn’t even know.

He cared enough to be fair. Even split.

Being free from his work wasn’t too far-fetched for Ezra, but it happening because of a child was definitely not his expectation.

Especially someone like Cee. She had a fire in her. She was capable, he knew first hand she was. She was strong, threatening when she needed to be. She was skilled, intelligent, able.

But she was just a kid. He saw how scared she was, even with Damon. But in their time on the Green, he’s gotten to know her. Cee was kind, careful. Ezra noticed the way the inflection in her voice changed when she got excited about Streamer Girl. She cared and she protected. Her heart was big, willing to risk her life to go back for him, even after he specifically told her to go.

Cee was good. All she did was help. Love. She wasn’t a killer. She wasn’t selfish. She wasn’t ruthless or hungry for points. She wasn’t bad.

Ezra believed himself to be. He killed. He was willing, ready, to kill. Someone who has that reputation isn’t good, especially when killing a little girl’s dad gets added to the list, despite what he thought of the man.

He doesn’t believe he’s worthy to be thanked. That anything he’s done, especially to her, is any reason for thanks.

“Oh, no, nothing to thank me for, birdie. I have left you barren and deem your gratitude inappropriate for such a time. Ever since you touched down on the Green Moon, your conditions have been less than unacceptable…”

“Ezra…”

“...and I have been present in all the things that have troubled you so greatly these last few cycles. You have been burdened with dragging my weakened bag of bones across the Green.” “Even as we venture into the Black, you have continually endured my long-winded communication and idle, though I believe fascinating, narrative.”

“Ezra-”

“I am a bit crestfallen that you’ve been subjected to a multitude of predicaments in the time we’ve been together and that I have imparted insignificant salutary to your current expedition.”

“Ezra.”

“The Saters, the mercenaries… I’ve only brought you hindrance after hindrance, little bird. Allow me to implement points in to your care so that you may persevere in your journey and-”

“Ezra!” she shouted, grabbing at his face. Her hands reached his neck first, fingers stretching to the back of his neck, tickling his hairline.

She doesn’t know what this is like. Damon was never really gentle with her. Not physically, at least. She thinks, maybe, he was gentle with her when she was born. Holding her in the crook of his arm, her small, fragile head resting in the safety of his hold. Her skin held against his, breathing in tune with his, eyes fluttering open to catch her first glimpse of the world; her father, a tight-lipped smile strung across his face as tears well in his eyes, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth over the blanket she’s wrapped tightly in, occasionally bringing his thumb up to her red cheeks, a quiet hi to greet her.

Something she thinks Ezra could’ve done.

Something she suspects Damon didn’t do.

Something she knows Ezra would’ve done.

Cee pulled her hands away from his neck and brought them to his face instead, her palms too small to hold him the way she wanted to. She tried, letting them rest against his cheeks and feeling the scratch of his beard beneath her fingers. She kept her fingers outstretched, her pointer and middle threading lightly through the hair above his ears as her last two sit beneath his ear. She kept her thumbs in place on both his cheeks.

If there’s something to say, Cee can't say it.

She’s used to apologizing. She’s used to apologizing over taking up too much space. She’s used to apologizing over getting excited over Streamer Girl. She’s used to apologizing for eating too much of their rations, even when it was the amount she and Damon agreed on. She’s used to apologizing over resting, even when there was nothing to do. She’s used to apologizing over… being around him. Her breath was enough to apologize for.

But this wasn’t for apologizing. Ezra said something stupid and she needs to convince him that he’s wrong.

But the words can’t come to her. They don't. A contrast to how Ezra seemingly has an eleven page research paper of words on hand at all times, no matter the situation, Cee comes up short on correcting him. On affirming him that he’s wrong. On reassuring him that he has helped her.

He’s a grown man. A grown man who killed her father doesn’t need affirmation. Doesn’t need reassurance. And he surely does not need his face held because some kid thought he said something stupid.

Definitely not.

She holds his face firmly, the skin of his cheeks forming at her hold. “Don’t… say that, please. You’ve…” she pauses, inhaling and exhaling through her nose, forcing herself to catch his eyes and to make sure he hears her. “You’ve done a lot. You have. I know it’s… it’s only been a few cycles, but…”

You saved me. You protected me. You kept me. You came after me. You encouraged me. You made me feel safe. You tried to sacrifice yourself for me. You killed for me, more than once.

You loved me. You love me.

Her mind races with all of it, every word holding an unimaginable weight she had never experienced prior. Every word holding truth and passion behind them. Honesty covered every single one, Cee knowing in her soul that that was the man Ezra is. Those things he has done for her, how he’s treated her—that is who he is.

She watches him, wondering if, somehow, the look in her eyes could say the words for her. And if the glimmer in his eye is any indication, she thinks the burning it has left in her heart has found its way to his, too.

She could never say any of that about Damon. He wasn’t an encouragement and any dreams she had and wanted to pursue were shut down by him. She didn’t feel safe with him—not the kind of safe where she’d hide behind him if they were approached. There wasn’t any confidence that he’d care to protect her with his life. And if it came down to the Saters, Damon wouldn’t have kept her.

Ezra was different. Ezra was new, fresh. Real. He showed her more in seven cycles than Damon showed her in sixteen years.

That, to Cee, was enough.

She was wanted now. She could tell. Ezra’s attempt at telling her he was no good for her and saying he offered her nothing was the furthest thing from the truth.

Cee has sought connections all her life and was always denied or taken too soon to form a new one. It was always just Damon. Ezra went through so many partners in his life that he became numb to anyone who would stick around permanently. Numb to anyone who would ever be with him—his other half. And when a child entered his life and created and filled the hole in his heart that wasn’t there before, it became something supernatural. A longing he had immediately, and also a resisting. He was dangerous and he managed to put Cee in some of the most risky situations in under a day.

But Cee didn’t focus on that. She saw through that. She saw his passion and interest in the things he talked about. While it has only been with her, she’s seen the way he cares. The way he went to walk her through the operation on his arm. How he smiled at her and had an immediate pet name off hand to call her by, which, surprisingly, has stuck around—not that she would ask for him to stop using it. How he indulged her interest in Streamer Girl, saying he must now read it after hearing her praise it so well. She’s seen his gentleness in how he’s treated her, spoken to her, but also his violence in how he’d protected her from the mercenaries.

He’s done more than enough, as much as he may try and convince her, or himself, that he has not.

She smiles at him, her hands still on the sides of his face. Before she has a moment to really think, she brought her hands around his neck more, tilting his head down and his forehead towards her. She goes to the side a bit, kissing the skin right at the hairline of his blonde section of hair. She takes a moment to breathe in while her lips are still pressed to his forehead and her fingers lay by his ears, gently holding his head in place.

If she can’t find words, she hopes this works in their place.

She pulls away from him, keeping her hands still on his face as she settles their glances back. Ezra smiles as he shyly drops his head, breathing out a light laugh. Cee smiles, too. A wide, happy smile. One almost unfit after all she’s been dealt.

Cee drops her left hand to his shoulder and takes her right hand away from his face and brings it to the blonde section of his hair. “So…” she starts, rubbing some strands back and forth between her thumb and pointer finger, “how did this even happen?”

Ezra lifts his head, trying to move his head out of Cee’s grasp, but she just laughs, continuing to rub the strands together. He stops moving his head and looks back at her, a more serious expression on his face. “Quite the story there, little bird.”

She makes a face. “...And? We’re not in a rush.”

“That we aren’t, birdie. That we aren’t. Still, it’s a bit of a lengthy tale that I don’t believe to be worthwhile taking up any cherished time we have on our trek-”

“Ezra.”

“Yes?”

“Are you avoiding my question because it’s an embarrassing story?”

Ezra looks offended and starts backing up his claim with no’s and some long and winding explanation as to how, after inhaling alarming amounts of Dust in the Green, he was brought to Central to be fixed up. A few cycles in, Ezra, prematurely, got out of bed and tripped over himself, hitting the small guard rail on the other side of the bed, knocking himself unconscious. The incident gave him nine extra cycles at medical bay and, within a few weeks, after his wound had healed, his hair was growing back blonde.

They laugh together in the ship, the joyous noise echoing off the walls as they continue to pile on jokes and more stories as the conversation flows. By the end of it, Cee’s face is red and Ezra is breathing heavily, both of them slumped against separate walls, holding their stomachs.

It’s true, there are opportunities out there in the Black. Places to settle down and figure things out. And with each new passing cycle, their decision becomes more clear: they’re figuring it out together.

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post-fic note: I can’t remember exactly, but Ezra’s hair growing back blonde after an incident I think comes from another prospect fic out there, I think we violent ones, but I’m 100% sure if it was that one or another one. All that to say it is not an original idea and I don’t take credit for using it for Ezra’s character. I liked the idea of it when I first read it and wanted to use it similarly

#this is an absolute dumpster fire #but it’s fine #everything’s FINE #im sorry my WIP is getting very close but #I had to write them last night #I was gonna slam my head through a table if I didn’t #I know only like 5 people will see this #and I love all of you five people #im so sorry if this is bad I haven’t written them in a WHILE #not to mention I wrote for hours straight with no food and little water and sleep deprived 💀#prospect 2018 #prospect fanfic #prospect fic #L writes #fun fact #this was supposed to be cee kissing where Ezra’s blonde hair was #that was it #that was the WHOLE idea #and it is not that anymore

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moonshoon · 1 year

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Prom Night

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pairing: (bully!)sunghoon x fem!reader genre: fluff, a little bit of angst word count: 1.2k

summary: prom night is near, y/n doesn't have a date, sunghoon doesn't have one either. they end up spending the night together.

warnings: kissing, kinda verbal bullying, 'enemies' to lovers

shortenings: none

prom was coming closer and closer and i didn't have a date yet. not that it worried me much who i would go with, more if i would even find someone to go to prom with.

i didn't want to be the lame friend without a date that would just sit at the edge of the dance floor all night, doing nothing and just staring into the farthest parts of the ball room.

"still thinking about what loser would take you out to prom, huh?" she heard his voice from behind her.

him being park sunghoon, the school's self proclaimed 'bad boy', and coincidentally also my bully.

not the kind of bully who physically harms people, but more like, he would tease them in every way possible. about my haircut, hair color, outfit, or because of the fact that i didn't have a prom date yet and anything else about me.

funny enough, he didn't have a prom date either. i wondered why. so many pretty, popular girls made a big effort to ask him out to prom, but he just always said no. how could he just let his chance to get into prom slip so easily?

on the other side though, there would be a lot more girls, maybe even guys, asking him out for prom in those next two weeks leading up to prom, so he didn't have to take the first possible opportunity.

"it must be fun too, to just reject everyone that asks you out, just because you have a thousand more chances, no?" i responded, kind of angry.

"yeah, pretty much, doll."

"don't call me that." just kidding please call me doll again, call me any sweet or cheesy nickname.

i couldn't deny. i was in love with him. but would someone so popular and attractive ever accept someone like her as a prom date? i don't think so.

two weeks passed and i still didn't have a prom date. not even once did i dare to ask anyone because i was too afraid of rejection, but no one asked me out either. so it's my fault.

my head was hanging low, i was walking out of the gates of school slowly, dragging my feet. there was no reason to be upset, i knew i wouldn't have a date for prom, but i still hoped someone would at least try to ask me out.

the beautiful, black, and gold dress that was hanging in my wardrobe at home would have to wait another year, and maybe another, and maybe another to be worn.

"first year in college and already not attending prom. What a loser"

the same voice again. sunghoon.

"can you stop? I really can't stand your teasing today." i said, tears welling up in my eyes.

Hell, why am I even this emotional today? i asked herself, trying to walk faster to make him realize i wasn't in any mood for him. but as expected, he didn't budge, he followed and followed, asking me what was wrong over and over again, my gaze never leaving the ground, not wanting him to realize i was crying now.

"stop, please!" i finally said, just loud enough for him to hear, my voice broke while is spoke.

then i heard his steps stop, and then he ran back up to me again. he put his hand on my shoulder, turning me around and making me face him.

"are you crying?"

"no"

"please, I can see you're crying"

"why did you ask then?"

he stayed silent.

i pulled myself away from his grip and started walking again, but not long, as he caught up with me and hugged me.

"... what-"

"i'm sorry. please don't cry..."

"am i hearing this correctly? park sunghoon, apologizing?" he nodded, still hugging me tightly.

"i'm sorry for making fun of you for not having a prom date." sunghoon stated "i shouldn't be making fun of you when i don't have one either."

"what? why?"

i was shocked to say the least. from what i heard from other students, sunghoon always waited until the last minute and then said yes to someone right before school ended on prom day. how come he doesn't have a date now?

"let's ditch prom. be ready at eight, wear your prom dress." he said, letting go of me and walking away.

"wait! sunghoon! why?"

"just do it!" he yelled back, not even turning to look at me anymore.

eight came around and i was ready, wearing my prom dress, with some light make up done. i still didn't have any clue what sunghoon was up to, but i was about to find out.

when the doorbell rang, i almost sprinted to the door, opening it and seeing sunghoon there, no big surprise. he was wearing a black suit and a black gucci belt with golden clip in the front.

"wow, handsome..." i muttered, not even realizing i said it out loud.

sunghoon let out a low chuckle and grabbed my hand.

"i know, doll. only for you."

he walked me up to his car, opening the passenger seat door and helping me put the belt over myself. then he walked around his car, got in and started the engine

"where are we going?" i asked.

"won't tell you yet."

we drove almost ten minutes, silence reigning in the car. when he pulled up to the nearest mcdonald's i was confused.

"what are we doing here?"

"we're getting something to eat, what else?" he said, shrugging his shoulders and opening the car door.

i quickly got out, walking after him.

"wait, wait, wait. I thought we were going to prom?"

"didn't I tell you we'd ditch prom? this is way more fun."

he strutted into the restaurant; i walked after him shily. everyone's eyes were on us, obviously. we both looked like we just attended a wedding, and one of the customers waiting in line with us even congratulated us on our wedding.

sunghoon politely accepted the congratulation as i just hit his shoulder lightly.

when we left the place, sunghoon drove to an abandoned parking lot at the other end of the city, parking is car there and getting out. i followed him and sat next to him on a bench near the car.

"and what do we do now?"

"we eat our food and enjoy the night sky."

we ate in silence until i decided to interrupt it.

"and why didn't you go to prom? you had a lot of chances!"

"i wanted to be with you. i wanted you to make the first move, but you never aksed"

with a confused look i stared at him.

"what?"

"i really like you, dummy..." he whispered, turning to me and sweetly kissed me under the night sky.

#park sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #park sunghoon fluff #enhypen park sunghoon fluff #enhypen sunghoon fluff #fluff #enhypen fluff #happy end #kinda angst #angst #enhypen angst #park sunghoon angst #sunghoon angst #enhypen sunghoon angst

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yourtouchismidas · 1 year

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Hi! I just wanted to pop by and say that I loved Ruins! I loved getting into bed and reading a new chapter honestly the way you write is beautiful. The last few chapters hurt my heart in a good way of course and when she has the baby. I can't! haha and when the boys all met baby Gigi I nearly cried! My heart physically couldn't take it! Matty just being in love with her is so pure! I can't wait to read whatever you write next but I'm also loving your little blurbs too! Would love to read about each of the boys and their relationship with Gigi! x

Omg thank you so much I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!

So I think her relationships with them is like this:

George - I think George teases her a lot. Makes her laugh. She's a drummer so they spend a lot of time together practising. George talks to her like she is an adult and so accidentally says inappropriate things sometimes but she loves him for it. He calls her Gus or Gus Gus the most. Sometimes even Gustopher. He's not entirely responsible. They're reluctant to leave Gigi with him by himself, when she is very little. However George is someone that, when she gets into her teen years, she tells about stuff going on her actual life. Who she fancies at school. Problems with friends. She knows he will be chill about stuff and won't worry as much as the others. George is the one she asks to buy her beer and whether the reaction she had to a drug at a party (when she is old enough obviously) is normal. When she drums in her first show, George is in the front row.

Ross - He pretends he is not but Ross is absolutely soft for this kid. He gets down on the floor with her and lets her climb on him. He lets her plait his hair and paint his nails and put blush on his face. The boys tease him about it and he just shrugs like he doesn't care that much but he would die for that kid. She goes through a phase where if she is around them on tour she wants Ross to do everything. Brush her hair. Get her dressed. Eat lunch with her. Ross stays deadpan about it and you apologize to him and says he doesn't have to, but he says it's okay, and secretly he loves it. He constantly reminds the other guys that he is her favourite. Gigi once accidentally snaps a string on his bass and you go to scold her for it and he ensures it's absolutely fine and these things happen because he doesn't want to see her cry. He hugs her tight and hopes she will always love him this much. Ross is an enabler with Matty when he talks about how much of a genius and a special kid Gigi is. Because in his eyes, she is too.

Adam- I think Gigi is slightly more shy of Adam, just because she sees him as another parent, a Dad, an authority figure, rather than just a giant teddy bear for her to play with, which is how she sees Ross and George. He teaches her guitar though and helps her with her reading when they are on the road. Sometimes, you and Matty want a night out, to go party and Adam looks after Gigi back at the hotel, watching TV with her and doing the full on night routine. You are closest to Adam out of the band and Gigi sees this and therefore trusts him with her life. Sometimes they end up having lunch together during the chaos and he chats to her about school and friends back home and her music lessons. He is a grounding person for her, a centre point, and eye in the storm of the other boys around her, including her wild father.

#ruins #ruins behind the scenes

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readerleedigest · 2 years

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TICKLE FIC BELOW.... Finally wrote something lol. It may be trash though.

“Oh my gohohosh,” you laughed, wiping a tear of laughter from your eye. “You all are sohoho stupid.”

“Are not!” Eddie protested, shoving Steve. “He’s the only stupid one. You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it before—“

You were laughing so hard you almost didn’t see Nancy pick up the phone. She looked concerned, and waved at you to get your attention.

“It’s your mom,” she whispered, cupping a hand over the mouthpiece. “She doesn’t sound happy.”

You grimaced. You’d had a feeling your mom wasn’t thrilled recently, with life, with you, with all of it. This wasn’t likely to end well.

“Hey mom,” you started, taking the phone from Nancy and smiling as she gave you a sympathetic nod before rejoining the boys conversation. “I was planning on coming home in a few, what’s up?”

“Oh, wow. Finally coming home, huh? To do what? You didn’t do the dishes before you left, I doubt you’ll do them when you come back. No no, enjoy your time with your friends, why do anything for your mom, right?”

“You never… you never asked me to do the dishes…”

“I feel pretty sure I did, Y/N.”

“I’ll do them when I get home, I promise, okay? What did you need?”

“Well, an apology would be nice.”

You let out an inaudible sigh.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do the dishes, okay? Is that all?”

“No. I need you to take your brother to and from school tomorrow. I’ve got a meeting early and I won’t be able to.”

“But Mom, I told you last week I had that conference this weekend I’d been wanting to go to. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t remember you saying that.”

“Well,” your voice cracked, frustration tightening your chest. “I did. I can’t take Sam tomorrow.”

“You can, and you will. It’s just a conference, you can afford to be a little late.”

Silence. You tried to breathe, purposefully not looking at your friends who were pretending not to be listening to you.

“No.”

Now it was your mom’s turn to be silent for a moment.

“No?! Are you kidding me right now, Y/N L/N? What, so I can never rely on you for anything now? Living your own life, without your family, being an IDIOT with your friends—“

“That’s NOT what I’m saying. I’m just saying—“

“I think that’s exactly what you’re saying.”

“Well, then I guess that’s your fault.”

You hung up the receiver, staring at it blankly as you breathed heavily, a sob slowly lodging in your throat. You looked up at your friends, back at the phone.

It was too hot in this basement.

Quickly, you walked up the stairs and fumbled with the front door handle. The cool autumn night air gave you clarity, for only a moment, before you broke down.

It was the kind of crying that you couldn’t control, created by pent up frustration and wild crazy emotions that raged and beat against your chest.

You were exhausted.

You were relieved.

You… couldn’t believe you’d hung up on her.

She was going to yell when you got home.

The tears slowed, replaced by the dread and guilt that ate away at your gut. And you hated it.

Slowly, but surely, you wiped your eyes on your sleeves and steadied your breathing. You’d have hours to cool off and so would she. You’d get home, do the dishes, and everything would be fine.

You hoped.

A quiet conversation had started in the basement in your absence, and you did your best to ignore the way it paused when you went back downstairs, your face splotchy and eyes red.

Sinking down into the couch, you stared at the rug until the patterns made no more sense.

“Hey, Y/N. Did you get tickets?” Steve asked. Robin sighed and facepalmed, but genuinely confused, you fell for it.

“To what?”

“To the gun show,” he and Eddie both chimed, comically flexing their biceps and wagging their eyebrows.

You huffed out some air, a weak smile surfacing, but no more.

“Aw come on, that was a good one,” Steve whined, scooching over so he was sitting in the floor in front of you.

“Sorry,” you shrugged. You were tired, and all your emotions just felt kind of... dimmed. It really had been funny, but you just didn’t want to laugh.

Eddie plopped himself beside you on the couch. “Did I ever tell you about the time I played with a band in the middle school talent show?”

“No,” you responded at the same time Robin chimed, “Yes.” She then quickly corrected herself, saying, “But it’s been a while.”

“Well,” Eddie began, leaning in towards you. “It all started because...”

Eddie began detailing the story of how their drummer had managed to flip a drumstick into his own eye just minutes before the talent show, and how he’d forced the drummer to wear an eyepatch they’d found in the theatre department.

It was a funny story. Really. But you just didn’t laugh.

You saw Eddie’s eyes reflect a sort of defeat as his voice faded, ending his story. You felt bad. You knew they were trying to cheer you up, but it just wasn’t working.

And then Nancy rested her chin on your head from her position behind you, and you felt the tears spring into your eyes again.

Why couldn’t you just be happy for your friends?

Unbeknownst to you, Robin had seen the way your face fell, and quickly sprang to action, doing the one thing she knew never failed to lighten your mood.

Scaring Steve.

He’d been in the middle of describing the massive poster Dustin had made for some project, his arms up and out in the air. Robin launched herself forward, her hands landing on Steve’s sides and squeezing rapidly.

“--and I said, DustINAHAHAHAHA! ROBIN!”

You couldn’t help it. A smile fought it’s way onto your face, as did a small blush.

Robin relented quickly, her mission accomplished, ruffling Steve’s hair as she pulled away.

“Whahat the hell, Buckley?”

“Sorry Steve, but it was the only way to make Y/N smile,” Robin laughed.

“If you wanted to make them smile, why did you tickle me?”

Your blush grew as Steve and Robin paused, stared at each other, and then turned to look at you.

“He’s got a point, Y/N. What do you say? You gonna laugh for us?”

“Ihihi-- I can’t juhuhust laugh on command,” you stammered, giggling a little.

“Well,” Steve smirked. “What are friends for?”

Steve grabbed your feet from where they rested on the couch, pulling you down into the floor quickly with him and Robin, who had you corned in the crook of the wraparound couch.

“Where should we start?” Steve asked. Robin opened her mouth to respond, but Steve shushed her, looking directly at you. “I’m not asking you, Buckley. I’m asking you, Y/N.”

“Nowhere?” you shrugged, eyes glancing at where his hands rested on your knees, then wrapping your arms over your stomach and sides.

“Bingo,” Robin sang.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hands were grabbing your own, pulling them up and out of the way just long enough for Steve and Robin to begin their work.

You screeched when Steve zeroed in on your sides, squeezing them rapidly like Robin did to him. Meanwhile, Robin was spidering her fingers over your midsection, throwing random pokes you tried desperately to block now that Eddie had released your hands again.

“NAHAHA STAHAHAP!”

“Mmmmm.... no,” Steve teased, his hands spidering up from your sides and onto your neck, making you squeak and sink downwards, your head getting closer and closer to the floor.

“Aww, how nice of you, Y/N. Making it easier for us to tickle you,” Robin chuckled, straddling your waist.

“GEHEHET OFF!”

Steve leaned in, brushing your hair out of your eyes. He looked at you calculatingly as you giggled and flinched away from the ticklish hands. He tilted his head, and grinned.

“They were outside for what? Five minutes?”

“Yeah, about that,” Nancy chimed.

“Well then, I’d say five minutes of sad pouty Y/N deserves five minutes of giggles and tickles Y/N, right?”

“IHIHIHIHI’LL DIEHIEHIE!” You protested through laughter, attempting to curl in on yourself as Robin shook her hands into the center of your stomach.

“Of happiness!” Eddie added, unhelpfully.

You didn’t die. But you sure did laugh a lot more the rest of the evening.

#tickle fic #stranger things tickle #ler!steve harrington #ler!Robin #lee!reader #lee! steve harrington #not my favorite but I wanted to #and also i didn't add it but reader's mom gets over it #and everyone lives happily ever after okay

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fly-forever-young · 2 years

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May I request a one shot where Jeno accidentally gets stood up by his partner for the anniversary dinner? She had extra work to do and totally forgot about it, and Jeno was giving her the cold shoulder after he reminded her what day it was. Then how she would try to make it up to him! It would be great if you could incorporate smut + fluff + angst ><

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Jeno: "Y / n hey-"

You: "Jeno I'm very busy at the moment I'll call you as soon as I finish work bye"

Shut up speed the call you don't have time for Jeno now as your boss gave extra work at the last minute and you definitely need to finish it before you go home.

It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening you've finished work and come home, slowly open the door convinced that Jeno is already sleeping.

Jeno: "You don't need to walk in like a thief"

At the sound of his voice you jump turning on the light.

You: "I thought you were already asleep I didn't want to make noise"

Jeno: "Instead I'm awake"

You: "How did you spend your day?"

You approach him to kiss him as you usually do but he leaves without answering.

You: "Hey! What was this ?!"

You follow him as he heads to the bedroom not understanding his actions.

You: "Are you angry?"

Jeno takes off his jeans wearing more comfortable pants and now he does the same thing with his t-shirt that ends up on the floor.

Although you know he is angry, you can't help but admire his physique letting your imagination wander.

Jeno: "Incredible"

Jeno whispers softly but you hear it anyway.

You: "Do you want to talk about it?"

In response, Jeno sits on the bed with the phone in hand.

You: "Jeno don't be a kid talk to me if there's some problem"

Since he continues not to answer you go to the edge of the bed where he is sitting and try to take his hand but he quickly withdraws it away from you.

You: "Okay I understand you are mad with me, can you tell me why please?"

Jeno looks at you, a cold look that makes you shiver down your spine, and then brings his attention back to the phone in his hand.

You: "I had a bad day too I thought I could take it out on you but you're mad at me too today so .... I don't know what I did to you ... But I'm sorry for anything i do "

You get out of bed going to the closet wearing your pajamas, you feel Jeno's gaze on you even if he tries to ignore you.

You lie down in bed with your back to Jeno ready to sleep and forget about this day that ended badly. You hope Jeno hugs you like he does every night but after a couple of minutes you already know he won't.

Jeno: "What happened at work?"

You: "Nothing, Nevermind"

Jeno: "Then I'm the kid who doesn't want to talk huh?"

You: "I accidentally spilled my caffe on my boss and he yelled at me in front of everyone ... And he gave me more work to do just before my shift was over .... That's why I was late I had given an expiration date tomorrow ... "

Jeno: "I see ..... Today was our anniversary anyway"

You get up immediately turning to Jeno in disbelief at the words he says.

Jeno: "It was today, at our favorite restaurant where I waited for you for an hour and a half"

You: "Jeno- I ... I'm so sorry"

Jeno: "No, you don't need to apologize, after all two years of being together are nothing to you"

You: "It's not like that and you know it very well, I forgot with all the things that happened today it slipped from my mind"

Jeno: "Y / n it would have been enough to listen to me for 3 more seconds on the phone instead of hanging up and you would have known"

You now look at him in his eyes, yours are full of tears, you have forgotten one of the best days of your life with the person you love most in the world.

Jeno: "Don't cry Y / n"

You didn't even realize you were crying until he told you.

You: "How can I fix it?"

Jeno opens his arms inviting you to a warm hug that you do not refuse, his hands caress your back while your face is on his chest.

After a while that you remain in this position Jeno gently raises your head and then kisses you, initially a tender affectionate kiss which then becomes more intense until you are breathless.

Jeno: "Let's fix it tomorrow don't worry"

You: "Can I fix it now instead?"

Jeno looks at you confused not understanding what you are referring to but as soon as he sees you moving between his legs he understands.

He sits down leaning his back against the support of the bed.

You motion for him to drop his pants and boxers, freeing his half-hard cock.

You settle better between his legs lying on your stomach and then take his member in your hands. Jeno collects your hair in a ponytail as best he can by holding it with his hand.

Jeno: "Just put it in your mouth"

Since you have to be forgiven you listen to him and in a moment his cock is in your mouth, what you can't put in your mouth you hold with your hands. It's always hard to give head to Jeno because his cock is really big.

Jeno: "Aah like That"

You keep pumping his cock while you look him in the eye, which Jeno loves. You take it off for a moment to catch your breath and a trickle of saliva connects your mouth with his cock.

Jeno: "A photo would be worth taking"

You smile and then get back to work, Jeno's moans urge you not to stop as the grip on your hair gets tighter.

Jeno: "You're such a good girl- ah- my good girl"

His compliments make you blush further.

Jeno takes your hair with the other hand too and starts to move his hips making you take more of his cock in your mouth, his thrusts are fast and you understand that he is reaching orgasm, you let him do it for a while but his cock in your throat makes you choke so you pinch his thigh to make him understand to stop. As soon as he stops, you take off his cock and start coughing while Jeno looks at you proudly.

Jeno: "It's beautiful see you choke with my dick"

You: "Shut up"

Jeno puts his cock back fucking your mouth, this time his thrusts are slower but it's still hard for you to take it.

Jeno: "I'm- almost-"

To stimulate him more you play with his balls and Jeno cum in your mouth. You swallow it all. You feel your face warm and wet with tears you weren't even aware you shed.

Jeno: "Damn don't look at me like That you make me wanna fuck you all night"

You smile and Jeno helps you sit on top of him and then kisses you. During the kiss his hands wander all over your body.

You: "Jeno ah- did I fix it?"

You ask with a smile, in response Jeno pushes his hips up making you feel the hardness of his cock.

Jeno: "Not yet"

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ysabelmystic · 8 months

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Top 5 worst times you got into trouble as a kid.

Ohhhh man this is gonna be a hard one to answer because undiagnosed ADHD and Autism does not mix well with authoritarian bullshit. Plus, the stuff I got away with is generally worse, a lot funnier, and more extensive. But here's 5 things I can think of off the top of my head.

I caused several thousand dollars worth of damage because 2-year-old me decided that our rented house's white carpet needed an introduction to my mom's red nail polish- color theory hospital style. Thankfully, our landlord was my mom's best friend, and after several cleaning attempts, she decided to eat the cost. I only know about this because both of them bring it up at least twice a year.

From ages 6-9, my parents forced me to do this stupid church soccer club thing because my dad was obsessed with soccer and my brother was practically a soccer prodigy. I didn't care for it one bit. We always had to rush dinner to make it to soccer practice on time, so in my head, I figured that if we couldn't eat dinner, we couldn't make it to soccer practice. We were having spaghetti that night, and you can't have spaghetti without sauce, so after a lot of unsuccessful crying, begging, and pleading, I took the whole pot of spaghetti sauce and dumped it on the floor. I avoided soccer practice, but I also got ultra-grounded for a month. All I had in my room was a mattress. Everything else was taken away. And that's when I discovered the power of dissociative daydreaming, and I can now mentally check out of any situation at, and against, my will! (My mother has since apologized, but also I am the reason I will never have biological children lmao).

Here's a funny one. On their anniversary weekend, my parents left my brother and I with my grandparents on my dad's side. This had its pros and cons. On the one hand, they had a pool, and never supervised what we watched on TV. On the other hand, that set of grandparents wouldn't let us skip church, and they went to a different church. It didn't even have a Sunday School. I was about 9 or 10, so I was deemed old enough to pack my own suitcase. I purposefully brought along my most raggedy yard clothes, thinking that would get me out of going. Come Sunday morning, I learned that unfortunately, cargo shorts and an old t-shirt did not grant me an exemption, so I had to come up with something else. After getting my brother and I fed and dressed, my grandparents went off to attend to themselves, leaving the both of us unsupervised. Their mistake. My brother and I went out into the backyard to play catch while we waited. It was then that I had an idea. My brother was about 7, still young enough that he would do just about anything I asked him, so it took him about 5 seconds to convince him that it would be both hilarious and fun if he jumped in the pool, fully dressed in his good church clothes. My grandparents were fucking piiiiissssssssed. My brother didn't have any spare clothes so my grandma had to throw everything in the dryer while I got the "wait until your parents come home" speech and a TV ban for the rest of the day. However, when my parents found out, my dad thought it was so funny that I pretty much got away with it. Oh, and we still had to go to church. We made it to the last 30 minutes of service.

My mom's contribution: I was taught about Jackon Pollock in kindergarten and inflicted my newfound splatterpaint skills upon our white cabinets, the kitchen walls, and the hallway. There's a theme with my crimes. My artistic expression could not be stopped.

I earned my first formal exorcism because I had the audacity to ask what happened to the fish during The Flood. "They didn't need to be in the boat" Well Sharon what about water salinity? How did the fish not die from the change in water chemistry? Did Noah have wooden fish tanks? Did someone have to go to every country to get the fish and a sample of their native waters? Anyways, because I was like...8, this was a sign that I had Demons, and this required them to drag me into the hallway and spend the next 30 minutes dousing me in anointing oil and demanding that Satan leave my body. Yeet!

#ask #religious trauma

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gumbxz · 2 years

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steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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reader has some resentment from basically being ditched from steve, around the time when they just started freshmen year, which steve is completely oblivious about and has no idea of doing that. which makes him confused and he tries to apologizes to reader abt it haha ,, season 5 concept maybe- reader helps stevie with some problems and tags along with the squad to help kill vecna 😼

genre// angst hurt/comfort(?)

reader is also um….afro latina bc i said so haha (i love morenas ong….)))

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steve harrington. king steve is what most of the high school jerks would call him. practically kissing his ass just because of how much of a cool dude he is for being a total dick. i have to say it but glamorizing big huge dicks like steve sure was the fun of all things

steve harrington and (y/n) (l/n) we’re and unluckily pair. never to be seen before in highschool. because no one knew. even steve the “hair” harrington forgot about it.

middle school was where the two of you were a pair that couldn’t ever be separated. no matter what happened, it was unlike you two to be torn apart. steve would always treat me like a friend. someone that he could talk to and vent about his parents to. i of course listened, because it’s what he would’ve done for me. middle school was where our problems slowly started.

to be fair—i’ve always loved steve. yes. the beautify dark skinned girl from the quiet town set in no-where in indiana. was inlove. with the popular cool rich kid steve harrington. every single girl that would pass by the pair in middle school would always talk badly about them.

“why is steve with her? i bet she smells terrible.”

“she’s so hairy on her arms.”

“i bet she’s only friends with him for his money.”

those were the things kids in hawkins middle school would say about you two. but steve didn’t care, and neither did you. you were too busy focusing on what type of activities you’d both do after school.

my parents loved steve. maybe more then me at some point. steve really preferred coming over your house because of how much your mother would spoil him. telling him to eat nearly the entire dinner when he was so close to throwing up.

steve’s parents however. they didn’t really like me that much. and i’m not surprised. it’s the 80s what more could they expect. brown girls weren’t really common in indiana. you’d be lucky to even be in a neighborhood full of good people.

some nights you’d stay and sleepover at steve’s house. his parents trusted him to that extent. but his father was still concerned about what you might do.

one night. you heard steve’s father whispering about you to steve’s mom. the door to steve’s room was open just a little. a small crack of light entering the dark room. steve had a bunkbed and called dips on the top bunk before you could make a choice. but you didn’t mind, it beats sleeping on the floor like most sleepovers you’ve had.

as you rest, you over hear the conversation his parents share about you.

“steve is going to get himself mixed with those people. he’s already friends with one of them. i bet she’s doing this for money..or..or drugs!” his father said in a hushed tone

“don’t say that now. she’s a good girl. and she treats our stevie so well. why would she do that.”

“i can tell the way she looks around the house. it’s almost like she’s planning something. have you seen the news, honey? those damn colombians and mexicans…”

“that’s enough out of you. she’s a child! and our son has trust in her. so trust the decision our son makes.”

his mother finished and it got quiet for a moment before the light shut off. you could only stay and think about the things they said. it’s nothing you haven’t heard of before. but it was a different pain. it made you overthink, and maybe it was best that this should be your last time sleeping here every again. you’re clearly not welcome. that was the longest you’ve stayed crying in bed.

as soon as you both finished middle school and started your freshmen year. the two of you began to lose touch. of one another.

“steve! where were you? i thought we were gonna go watch superman together.”

steve shut his locker and turned to look at you. he looked like shit. he definitely went to some party and got drunk.

“huh? superman huh. shit- i-i forgot. something came up and my friends wanted to like.. hang out.”

“but. you were the on that planned the whole hang out? ..and you chickened out on your own plan?”

“well i’m sorry. i had better stuff to do.”

“better stuff to do? wow. i see how it is. i bet that better stuff was getting your knob wet.”

you began walking away. unbelievable. was all you could think of. steve grabs your arm and stops you from walking away from the situation.

“hey hey. that’s not what happened. we just- drank is all—no girls.”

“no girls my ass. we’re they pretty at least? i bet they were the perfect things you’ve ever seen, huh.”

“what the hells your problem? look, just because i hang out with different people, doesn’t make it the end of the world, alright? i’m still friends with you.”

“are you really? or are you starting to catch on to the things your “pals” are saying about me.”

“what are you talking about?”

“i see the way you look at me. you look at me with disgust. it’s different now, it’s like you can’t stand being associated with me.”

he shook his head and rested both his hand on his forehead and let out a deep breath.

“and what if thats what it was about? what if they’re right. what if you are just a druggie from out of town trying to get close to me just to take my money?”

everyone was watching all of this unfold, whispering and gossiping about you. you couldn’t believe him. the only real friend you ever had said these things about you. and you trusted him. all your life. for it to only mean nothing.

“you know what. i thought you were different from the racist assholes in this town. clearly i’m wrong. you’re the same as them. and to think.. that you actually cared about me. to think steve would see me the same way he sees any other “normal” girl.”

you stayed strong. trying your best to stay strong and have that small self respect keep you alive. steve had nothing to say. there was nothing to say. and from that day on. the two of you haven’t said a thing. you wouldn’t even bat an eye. even when you’ve reached your junior year. steve looks at you with regret, not knowing what else to say to you when he sees you. you don’t care. at least you pretend you don’t care, but inside you miss that same boy.

you missed that boy that would wait after school to walk you home after getting extra work done in your class. you missed that boy that would stick up for you and take a few punches for you. you missed that boy that would share his lunch with you when you brought nothing. you missed steve harrington.

(present time now ^_^ !)

steve needed your help. you were a genius. of course he needed your help. but you were really doing this for the cute weird kids of hawkins.

“so everything you’ve faced against was in dnd?”

“yeah! kind of..” dustin finished

“well.. why don’t you try to think of what might happen next? didn’t nancy say a big red monster was gonna attack hawkins or something?”

“yeah.” the boys said in unison.

“so why don’t you research on your dnd thing and maybe plan ahead, this game clearly has a relation to all the shit you’ve been facing. it only makes sense. you just need a head start.”

after you finished. everyone seem to have caught on and began scrambling through your entire nerd collection. the only one that couldn’t seem to be looking for clues and relations to this thing was no other then.. steve.

he took this chance to speak to you in private. whispering to you and asking to talk to you in a more.. quiet place.

you shut the door to your room quietly and stand against the hallway wall and glared at him while looks at you with those soft brown eyes.

“so what’s up?”

“look (y/n), i wanna say. thank you. thank you for helping us. even if it isn’t major- it seems to be getting us through it, especially during this time—“

“—no problem. is there anything else you wanna say?”

he took a deep breath and moved a strand of hair from his face aside.

“i did some pretty cruel shit to you in our freshman year. i put gum in your hair. i called you names which were just awful. i was really immature. but after some maturing, i realized how awful i was. and how bad i treated you which you didn’t deserve since everything about you was never true. we’ve been through so much before, and i don’t ever want to put you through that again. and i’m sorry.”

“i appreciate the apology, stevie. just one thing, i don’t forgive you.”

“but i said i was sorry?”

“yeah, and i don’t forgive you. people can change and stuff but, you can’t change the pain that was left there. you don’t understand betrayal and heart break. because that never happened to you, because you had friends. and i didn’t.”

“that’s the thing- i understand you now because i’ve been through the same thing too.”

“no! you don’t understand. you don’t know what it’s like to have loved someone secretly. to only have your heart and soul be stabbed and lied to.”

you realized what you said and quickly stopped talking and looked away, trying to cover your face.

“wait wait wait. you- you love me? all this time?”

“no. i don’t. i shouldn’t. you don’t deserve to be loved by me, what you did to me is unforgivable. and i hate you for it.”

he tries holding you, stoping you from cowering away from him.

“that’s okay if you hate me. i’d hate me too if i that happened to me. but, i’m sorry. i really am. but i’ve struggled trying to find what i wanted. to maybe look to other girls that could fit that piece that i wanted. to realize, you’re all i ever wanted. all i could ever need.”

you were flabbergasted, you really were. you couldn’t help but realize your tears were running over your cheek, and down your chin.

“i always loved playing mommy and daddy when we were kids. it always felt like..like the real feeling. the feeling i’ve always dreamed of having. but it’s stupid. it’s stupid knowing that i couldn’t have that. it was stupid of me for thinking i could ever have a chance with someone, knowing that i was different and not..perfect.”

“(y/n). you being yourself is what’s perfect to me. you opening up to me right now is just- wow. i never thought you’d have it in you. don’t think i’d ever leave you because i- i wanna stay. i’m gonna stay with you.”

“you’re not- you’re not gonna leave me? you don’t think i look different?”

“you look perfect. just as perfect as the day i lost you.”

you were crying. your inner child is resting easy now. being held against steve- your first love, was all you could ask for.

his lips kissed the top of your head, holding you tightly against his chest, the only thing you could hear was his soft breathing and heart beating. everything was perfect. your body fit so well against his.. it’s almost as if. you were made for him, as he was made for you.

it may have been the end of the world maybe but, you’re happy to at least have short moments sharing it with steve harrington. you felt distracted, but it was a good distraction. right now you didn’t have a care in the world of what people might think of you. or what people might think of the two of you.

(edit: changed the song to this bc it just fit hehe..)

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