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thejakeslayla · 8 months

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╰─▸❝ how falling in love with sunghoon felt like ❞

pairing sunghoon x gn! reader ୨୧ genre fluff, a lil bit of angst ୨୧ warnings profanity, sunghoon being stupid, hurting reader, sunghoon being jealous ୨୧ wc: 2k

before he first saw you enter the dorm an hour before their movie night, he didn’t believe in love at first sight. he only dreamed about something like this, but honestly, it wasn’t his cup of tea.

he just thought you were attractive; he didn’t see you as a potential lover or date.

during your first interactions, he was cold, even mean? you were just confused about why and what you did to him.

but honestly, it was just him denying that he might be falling for you.

after a couple more meetings with you and other guys, he finally realised that maybe you’re not that bad. after all, his friends trust you, and they like you.

but it didn’t change the fact that he kept his distance; he was nicer but still cold towards you.

one night, he just straight up came up to jungwon and started asking questions about you. after all, jungwon was the closest one to you. he asked, when’s your birthday? what’s your favourite colour? if you have any pets, what are their names? what are your hobbies? what’s your job? he literally bombarded jungwon with questions.

the next meeting was different; it seemed like sunghoon was finally friendly towards you. since then, you have grown closer to him, with him finally opening up to you.

but sunghoon was all pull and push, as you guys had the most emotional and deep conversation one night, talking about your childhood, future, how hard this year was, and everything that was on your hearts.

the next day, sunghoon didn’t answer any of your texts, and you wondered if you said something wrong. after sending more than twenty messages, he just replied, "i need time, leave me alone."

and back then, you didn’t understand.

but now you know that sunghoon was just scared. the thought of opening his heart to someone absolutely terrifies him, and when he realised that talking to you about his worries lifted a lot of weight from his shoulders, how good you are at giving advice, and just how comfortable he was at the moment, he just panicked. he didn’t want you to hurt him, so he distanced himself, not knowing if it was safe to leave his safe space.

it took him a few days to talk to you again, and he changed again. he felt uncomfortable near you; he was quiet again, and it hurt you so much.

he decided to kind of "friend zone" you?? maybe he realised that it would be better to keep you in his life as a friend only.

what he didn’t realise was that it made him fall in love even more. seeing how heeseung made you laugh, how cuddly you were with sunoo and jungwon, how cute you looked when niki teased you, how you helped jay in the kitchen and talked with him about music, and how comfortable you were next to jake.

he kept asking himself why you wouldn’t be with him like that, but he knew the answer: it was because he didn’t allow you to.

at this point, everyone knew that sunghoon was in love with you. you were the only one who didn’t know. you even kept asking yourself, "does he really hate me that much?"

after the rest of enha was sick and tired of you two being complete idiots, they arranged a "date" for you.

"yeah, me and niki are practicing tonight; we can’t." jake said, wrapping his arm around niki’s shoulders. jungwon had to lightly hit niki when he protested; the kid was clearly so clueless.

"i have a photoshoot with sunoo, jay has to record a cover." jungwon kept explaining

"and i simply don’t want to watch movies with y’all" suddenly heeseung spoke and you just stood there, almost flabbergasted.

sunghoon didn’t speak; he just nodded his head.

the movie night was SO awkward. usually you just chatted with jake or messed around with niki, but now you just quietly sat on the couch, watching how sunghoon scrolled through netflix.

you both decided to just watch something random, and as sunghoon clicked the button that showed a random movie, you both sighed, seeing as some horror movie popped up.

sunghoon and you were both scary cats; the movie ended up with you hugging each other for dear life. both of you screamed multiple times, and once sunghoon even spilled his drink on you.

"wait, wait. i’m so sorry, y/n. let me wipe that for you," and he rushed to grab the paper towels. he quickly tried to make the stain disappear.

"sunghoon~" you whined, "i have to go back home in this."

and as you finished, sunghoon disappeared, running to his room. he grabbed the prettiest and nicest shirt he had and came back to you.

"here, wear this. i’m so sorry about your shirt. you can go change and leave this shirt here. i’ll wash it and give it back to you."

you accepted the shirt and stood up, leaving to change in the bathroom. sunghoon's shirt was big, but not too big. it looked like one of your oversized t-shirts.

when you came back, he couldn’t stop staring, just admiring how nice you looked in his clothes. you raised your eyebrow at him as he kept looking. tilting your head in confusion was enough for him to panic.

"you look good!" he spoke, awkward laughter leaving his mouth right after "i mean! the shirt looks nice on you."

you smiled, looking at the blush appearing on his ears and cheeks. you said a quiet thank you and went back to the movie.

the next one wasn’t so awkward; sunghoon kept commenting on the plot, characters, and basically everything that was happening.

you laughed at his jokes, making his heart beat faster.

during the third movie, sunghoon became flirty towards you??? you were so confused when he suddenly moved his arm and wrapped it around you, his hand now resting on your shoulder.

you looked at him, and he just smiled, "what? what’s wrong with hugging your best friend?"

after that, sunghoon became distant, and you were confused again, but somehow you understood, maybe even got used to it. few days later, enha had to leave for the tour, and that saved sunghoon’s life.

he thought a lot, always zoning out and thinking about you. he "interviews" jungwon again after realising, as well as jake and jay and even niki. everyone was happy to hear that he finally realised his feelings towards you; only niki was confused.

sunghoon and niki shared a room in the hotel, and when niki suddenly spoke, when sunghoon was lying on his bed.

"why are you so sad, hyung?"

"y/n."

"huh? what’s wrong with them?"

"honestly? nothing. it pisses me off; they are so perfect. like, did you know their favourite band is the same as mine? they like the same colours, and when i asked them if they wanted to be pirate or mermaid they answered with what i wanted to hear. they were also interested in ice skating, and it's just so frustrating, i cant help but be in love with them- wait- oh my god. im in love with y/n"

silence filled the room, as niki just stared at sunghoon, who was also staring at the wall at the moment, his thoughts being a complete mess as he zooned out again, pure shock on his face.

"you’re so weird, hyung"

after coming back from the tour, sunghoon was so nervous to see you again. jealousy pierced through his heart when he saw you hugging everyone and telling them how much you missed them.

he becomes distant again, but this time for a different reason: he wants to be open with you; he plans how to confess to you.

few days later, he sits in his family house, preparing dinner with his mom, while his sister is in the living room, doing something on her phone.

"i just don’t know, mom, he whines to his parent, cutting the carrots.

"like, i realised, it took me a while, and i feel like i took way too long. i like them, mom. i like them so much, my heart literally hurts whenever i see them with heeseung or jungwon."

he didn't notice his sister coming to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

"hoonie, if they're the one, just tell them. tell them you like them; they probably like you too."

sunghoon’s sister's eyes widen.

"sunghoon likes someone?"

and then he explained everything to her younger sister, not expecting her to scold him.

"YOU FUCKING DUMBASS, STOP PLAYING WITH THEM!!!! GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHT!!!! ASK THEM OUT!!!!"

"park yeji! no cursing in this house!" their mom scolded her.

but it was like a wake-up call for sunghoon.

after coming back to the dorms, he lays down on his bed and puts his headphones on, literally blasting antiromantic by txt, thinking of a way to tell you about his feelings.

It's essential to mention that he really looped this song for days; even his own members started to hate it as they almost 24/7 heard it from his room.

he finally grabs his phone and texts the group chat with you:

"movie night tomorrow?"

as everyone agrees, he just waits for your answer.

when you also agreed, he almost jumps out of bed in happiness.

now standing in front of the mirror, sunghoon talks to himself.

"y/n listen. im in love with you." he repeats in different tones at different volumes, and heeseung just laughs at him, secretly recording him.

when you finally arrive, sunghoon yet again feels this awful feeling of jealousy. during the second movie, everyone takes a break. some of them going to the bathroom, some refilling the drinks, some just disappearing, knowing about sunghoon plans.

he nervously sits next to you, worrying about what to say, but you’re so clueless, just munching on the chips, your fingers covered in the chip dust. you were now licking them as you heard sunghoon clearing his throat.

"y/n" you hear, and you look at him, sunghoon panicking as you lock your eyes with his.

"i’m in love with you."

you choked, desperately trying to open the water bottle. after taking two big sips, your breath got unstable. now looking at sunghoon, who just looked terrified. you both didn’t know what to say.

jungwon and jay nervously and secretly looked from the kitchen as niki, jake and sunoo stood in the hallway, listening to your conversation. niki held jake’s hand for dear life, probably feeling more nervous than sunghoon.

"you what?" they finally heard your voice, jake quietly gasping. "you’re- you’re in love with me?"

"well, i didnt meant to just say it like that, but yeah."

another long silence had niki almost passing out.

"sunghoon, i thought you hated me."

this time jungwon gasped, maybe a little bit too loud, but you both were too focused on your conversation to notice.

"me? hate you? y/n i literally adore everything about you. you’re the definition of my type."

you were so shocked, so confused, but at the same time so happy.

"please, let me prove it for you, y/n. let me take you out for a date."

you smiled at him, agreeing.

"YES!" you heard niki screaming in the hallway.

you looked at sunghoon and you both burst out laughing.

after you guys confirmed to enhypen that you were dating, heeseung finally showed you the video of sunghoon talking to himself in the mirror. jungwon told you about the "interviews", jay with jake told you about him looping antiromantic and other songs about heartbreak, sunoo told you how sunghoon always asked him if he looked good and if you would like his outfit, and niki literally thanked you on his knees that you agreed to date him, saying that finally he doesn’t have to hear sunghoon whining about how you would never like him back.

#thejakeslayla #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha x reader #enhypen x you #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon drabbles #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon angst

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unhingedhiro · 11 days

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clingy!cheol 2

words count -> >500. i think. it’s a rough estimate that doesn’t seem wrong

tags -> insomniac!reader, this is a projection zone around here, clingy!cheol as always, mentions of fainting from exhaustion, questionable grammar and proofreading as always, fluff, cheol might not fully know but he’s got the spirit, sleepy!cheol

tryna fight the insomnia because i actually have something to do tmrw and the insomnia is winning 🙏🙏 brought to you by a hiro who would give their left foot to have a cheol lull them to sleep by hugs

thinking cheol who knows his partner is a consistent insomniac, occasionally being jolted awake at three am in the morning from unexpected movements from you as you struggle to find the perfect comfy position, or from you typing away on your laptop either adding to the work you’d done earlier that day or trying out a new form of journaling. usually, he won’t mind it, watching with nothing but amusement and affection in his eyes as his sleep addled brain lulls him back to slumber once he has you in his arms again.

but sometimes, it’s different. sometimes, it’s endless hours of tossing and turning and cheol is often more than privy to the amount of frustration it causes you. he’ll awaken from whatever sleep he’s managed to provide himself to you leaving the bed, a sleepy whine just about escaping him.

“love, where’re you going?”

it takes a moment for you to realise he’s woken up, unsurprisingly from having had the warmth in his arms suddenly disappear.

“just gonna grab a glass of water, cheol.”

fatigue is evident in your voice, and he can tell that something’s not quite right.

“can’t sleep?”

it’s silence for a moment, until he sees your shoulders sag and a small sigh escapes you.

“yeah.”

with this, cheol is slowly shifting, forcing whatever energy he’s scraped together from his two hours of sleep to sit up, clearly intending to follow you to the kitchen. it elicits nothing but protests from you.

“hey, hey, cheol no, please go back to sleep, you’ve had such a tiring day today, i’ll be asleep soon i just need some time to clear my thoughts-“

“but i can’t.”

with this, you cock your head and cheol almost sheepishly explains before your expression can truly morph to that of a confused one.

“can’t sleep without you at my side anymore.”

oh.

bless this sweet man and his sweeter heart, you think, backtracking your way to his side of the bed to gently caress the strands of orange on his head, clearly fading from the vibrant red it was two weeks ago when he’d burst home, a proud grin on his face, awaiting your reaction to his new hair.

he leans into your touch, eyes closed, exhaustion evident on his face. eventually, he reaches up, gently pulling you onto his lap and into his arms.

“thoughts keeping you awake again?”

“mn.”, you hum, pressing your face into his chest. it’s soft, bringing forward a sense of comfort you never quite knew you needed as badly as you did right then.

cheol had always been privy to your insomnia - it had been there since the day he’d first fallen asleep by your side, had been there when it pushed you to fainting in the middle of work, and he’s now here, caressing your hair and pressing gentle kisses to your forehead.

cheol’s affections don’t particularly soothe you to sleep completely, but it brings you some sense of calm and comfort to be wrapped in his arms, nothing but soft touches and small, tired murmurs of “love you” falling from cheol’s lips.

you look up to his face, small smile dancing across your lips when you notice his eyes are closed once more, ghost of a smile on his face as he remains wrapped around you like a teddy bear. eventually, he’ll slump into the bed, taking you with him. eventually, you too feel exhaustion begin to get the better of you, the need for water and a walk beginning to escape you. perhaps next time, it would help to keep a water bottle beside your table.

and again, it’s not much, but it comforts the both of you to know you’re not waking yourself up further by walking around for a glass of water, and you’re getting your much needed pre-sleep hydration. once you’re ready to attempt to fall asleep again, cheol is ready to welcome you with open arms, a tired but satisfied look on his face as you fall into his embrace. it takes a while to fall asleep, as always, but it’s always less isolating and lonesome with cheol by your side, clinging onto you like you’ll crumble into dust when he lets go.

#hiro brainrots #scoups fluff #seungcheol fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #cheol missing hours #average clingy!cheol enjoyer suffering from insomnia #just need a hug from cheol fr :((#it would fix my life #it would fix Me

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merrybloomwrites · 4 months

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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 1)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Y/N attends her first Harry Styles concert and catches the unwanted attention of a knothead alpha. Luckily Harry and his team are able get to you in time, leading to some confusing thoughts about the popstar.

Previous Chapters: Prologue

CW: Attempted assault (nothing too graphic but it is there)

Word Count: 4.7k

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“What do you mean you can’t go?” You ask incredulously. Going to the concert wasn’t even your idea. It was your friend Rachel’s and now she’s ditching you.

There’s a pause on the other end of the call before Rachel says, “It’s my dog. Well, my family dog that we’ve had since I was in middle school. She’s not doing well, and they think she only has a couple days left so now I have to drive back to Delaware to see her and say goodbye.”

“Oh my god, Rach, I’m so sorry!” And now you feel like a jerk for being mad at her canceling.

“Thanks. We knew it was coming but I hoped we had a few more weeks. Uhm, anyway, I need to finish packing and get on the road.”

“Of course, yea, safe trip home,” you quickly reply.

“You better take some videos of the concert and send them to me. Especially if he does something different for night one at MSG!”

“Rachel, I’m not gonna have any idea if he’s doing stuff different from his last shows, as I have no idea what his shows are like. But I promise to send you a couple videos, okay?”

“Still can’t believe you haven’t watched any videos from tour. What rock do you live under again?” You laugh at her teasing, mostly cause it’s true. The fact that you’ve made it this far without knowing much about Harry Styles surprises even you. “Have fun for both of us tonight,” Rachel says.

“I will, give your dog a belly rub from me. Love you!”

“Love you too, bye!”

The call ends and you sit for a moment. You don’t really want to go to a concert alone, but that’s what your night now has in store. Rachel had tried calling some other people in your friend group, but they were all busy. You’d also texted your two best friends, Amelia and Violet, but it was too last minute for them to change plans and go with you.

So, alone it is.

You look at the outfit you had planned but decide against it. The leather pants and crop top ensemble isn’t exactly in your comfort zone, but Rachel chose it and wanted the two of you to match. Now that you’re on your own you switch to a pair of jean shorts with tights underneath and a flowy top, something you’re much more comfortable with. Harry’s music plays in the background while you get ready. You’d been studying the setlist to make sure you would know at least some of the songs he’ll perform. You’re happy when you find yourself singing along, showing that listening on repeat had worked.

After getting dressed you do your hair and makeup, then drive to your local train station. Living in north Jersey has its perks, and the quick train ride directly to Madison Square Garden might just be the biggest.

You get off the train and follow the trail of feathers from the boas which leads you directly to the venue. You show your ticket and are led to the entrance for the pit.

Being in the pit had also been Rachel’s idea. You’d never done that before, and you would have preferred somewhere with a seat, and honestly a better view from a higher vantage point. But you’d agreed to pit and in the weeks leading to the show you’d actually become excited to experience something new.

But now that you’re alone, you’re a bit overwhelmed. You’re one of the last people to arrive, since it’s only half an hour before the opener is set to start, so you end up hanging in the back. But even then, the large amount of people around you has you on edge.

Being a single female is hard. Guys are always hitting on women, feeling entitled to your company, not taking no for an answer. But being a single female omega is even harder. The way you see it betas have it easy, especially since they’re the majority. And alphas? Well, what do they have to worry about? They’re bigger, they’re stronger, they have their alpha voices that can command you and take away your free will if they want. Plus, they have an unmatched sense of superiority, thinking they’re so special just because of their secondary gender.

But you’re an omega. Often considered to be the weakest gender. Which is stupid. You’re the gender that gives birth, which takes way more strength than alphas could ever possess. And yet you’re still looked down upon by plenty of people in society.

So, you choose to hide your secondary gender. Only your family members plus Ameila and Violet know the truth. You don’t need anyone judging you based on one little trait.

Going out in public, especially at places as crowded as MSG always gives you anxiety. You never know if a knothead alpha is going to be there and literally sniff you out as an omega. But you trust your suppressants and soothers and, most importantly, your scent blockers, to do their jobs and hide your omega status from the strangers around you.

The pills have never failed in you in the eight years since you started taking them. You have no reason to doubt them now.

And yet, you can’t help but feel uneasy about the attention a certain man in the crowd is giving you. He is undoubtedly an alpha, one that for sure does not use scent blockers. In fact, you’re almost convinced he’s doing something to broadcast his scent, somehow make it even stronger. It’s an unpleasant odor, one that practically burns your nose, but you pretend you can’t smell it. Afterall, a beta wouldn’t be able to notice the scent.

But as much as you try to ignore the scent, going so far as to move to the entire other side of the pit, it still lingers. Because you are most definitely being followed. Seemingly casual glances at the crowd around you shows that the man has moved with you.

Going closer to the stage is the last thing you want to do, but getting deeper in the crowd might be what you need to shake off the man. The girls around you gladly welcome you and make space for you to join. A moment later the opening act starts to play, and you no longer smell the alpha. You’re relieved and get into the music for a few minutes.

Then the girls around you start to move, and you hear them say something about the bathroom. You decide to go with them since you could use a bathroom break and there will be safety in numbers. You keep your head down and casually follow, in hopes that the man won’t see you leaving the crowd.

Only once in the bathroom do you lift your head up. There’s a small line since most people are out listening to the first band. A moment later it’s your turn and you enter the stall. After using the restroom, you notice a large rip in your tights. You look at them, hoping they can be considered fashionably torn, but then you see another hole and decide to give up on them altogether.

It takes you a couple minutes to get rid of them, needing basically to fully undress from the waist down to get them off. Finally, you’re put together again, and you exit the stall, throw out the destroyed tights, and wash your hands. You notice that the group you came with is gone. In fact, the entire bathroom is now empty.

You sigh, disappointed that you’re on your own again, but you suck it up and start making your way back to the pit.

The second you walk out the bathroom door you smell it. Him. That acrid, somehow fishy, definitely revolting scent that alerts you that the alpha is nearby.

Before you even see him you hear him say, “Be quiet, and follow me.”

Shit. That’s an alpha command. You’re aware of that fact, but unable to fight it. You want to run, go back to the crowd, but you have no choice but to follow this man deeper into the back hallways. You want to scream, but every time you open your mouth, no sound comes out.

He leads you to a deserted corner, pushing you so your back is against a wall, and says, “Now stay quiet, and don’t move.”

Again, you do as he says, not only because of the command that you have to follow, but also due to the fear paralyzing you to the spot and rendering you silent.

“What a good little omega,” he says as he walks closer. He leans towards your neck, breath ghosting over your mating spot, and a loud whimper escapes you.

Realizing that you don’t need words to call for help, you begin to let out whines and whimpers as well as release distressed pheromones. Sure, you have scent blockers, but they’re not perfect and fear this strong will surely overpower them. You hope it’s enough to alert any other alphas nearby that there is an omega in danger.

You see the anger cross the man’s face, note the furious pheromones he’s releasing, but before he even reacts, your world goes dark.

***

Harry’s stylist is putting the finishing touches on his hair when there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Harry says.

The door opens and he sees his band standing just outside the room.

“Blood Orange is about to start,” his drummer, Sarah, says. “You coming to watch with us?”

“Yea, of course. I’ll join you in a minute.”

As soon as he’s left alone, Harry takes some calming breaths. Night one of fifteen consecutive sold out shows at Madison Square Garden. He can’t believe how far he’s come in his career. He takes another deep breath, reminding himself that he’s worked hard for this, that he’s completely ready.

After spraying one more dose of scent blockers, he walks out of his room and goes through the hallways to find his band. They’re at the end of one hall, standing at the opening they’ll use later to walk to the stage. Harry joins them, making sure they’re all back far enough that they are still hidden from the fans.

Harry mingles with his band while they wait for the opener to start their set. But after a minute, Harry starts to get an uneasy feeling. He himself isn’t nervous or scared, so he really doesn’t understand where this sudden anxiety is coming from.

Harry looks around and sees a worried look on Sarah’s face. Aside from Harry himself, Sarah is the only other Alpha in the band. So the fact that they both have a sudden bad feeling while the betas around them seem unbothered has Harry on edge.

He begins to look for any type of potential threat. Right away he notices that the two Alpha security guards are scanning the area as well, hinting that they’ve picked up on the same thing. One of them walks away to start looking for anything that could be going wrong.

Blood Orange takes the stage, and that anxious feeling seems to go away. Harry checks with Sarah and she’s feeling better too, so they assume whatever was wrong has been taken care of.

Everyone enjoys the first few songs, and suddenly, the feeling comes back, way stronger than before. Harry’s alpha is immediately alert. He starts moving before he even realizes what he’s doing. He hears footsteps and sees Sarah and a security guard following close behind.

None of them know exactly where the trouble is, they just follow their instincts through the backstage hallways. Suddenly, the feeling of overwhelming terror hits them, and they can faintly hear whimpers coming from a distressed omega.

They start to run in the direction the sounds are coming from. Rounding a corner, they come across a scene that has their blood boiling.

There’s a female omega, seemingly unconscious, being physically held up against a wall by a male alpha.

“Let her go,” Harry growls out using his alpha voice. It’s less effective on the man than it would be on an omega, but his grip on the girl involuntarily loosens. Harry and the security guard move in to pull the alpha off, and Sarah runs forward to catch the girl.

More security guards move in and drag the alpha away to be questioned.

Harry’s focus shifts to the omega now being held in Sarah’s lap on the floor. Adrenaline is still coursing through Harry’s body, but he feels himself relaxing faster than he thought possible. That’s when he realizes Sarah is releasing calming pheromones. He immediately works to do the same, rather than continue to broadcast the anger he’s feeling.

He knows his emotions can affect the vulnerable omega, and the last thing he wants to do is cause her most stress.

His most pressing worry is that she’s dropped. It wouldn’t be all that surprising. Omegas tend to drop during stressful situations. This can be dangerous for a number of reasons, especially if they don’t have a trusted alpha to keep them safe while they’re under.

Not only can they not protect their bodies, but a drop can also be a scary experience mentally. Omegas have described it as feeling untethered, like they’re stuck in darkness, unable to find a way out. There are good drops as well, ones you go into on purpose to give your mind rest. This is always done when there is an alpha there to hold and scent them and keep them safe and grounded throughout.

But if this is a drop, Harry knows it would be a bad one, and they’d need to gently bring her up immediately.

“Sarah?” Harry says to get the other alpha’s attention.

“Yes?” she replies, not taking her eyes off the girl.

“Do you think she’s dropped?”

“No. At least not fully. I can still catch a bit of her scent. If she went fully under it would have disappeared completely.”

There’s movement all around them, members of venue security and Harry’s team all coming and going to ensure everyone is safe. Music and loud cheers can be heard, meaning the opening act if still playing, that the show was not interrupted by what happened backstage.

Harry and Sarah are focused solely on the omega, until they hear a familiar male voice say, “There you guys are. Sarah, you scared the shit out of me running off like that.”

She looks up at her husband, Mitch, and smiles sheepishly before saying, “Sorry, I really didn’t think. We heard her distressed whines and just reacted.”

“Is she okay?” Mitch asks, crouching down to be level with the group on the floor.

“We think so,” Harry answers. “There was an alpha who had her cornered. Not sure what exactly he was planning but it was obviously nothing good. She was unconscious when we got to her. Just wish she’d wake up so we can check that she’s really unharmed.”

“Is she in a drop?” Mitch asks. Being a beta he’s not as knowledgeable about these things but he knows enough to be concerned about the girl.

“No, definitely not a full drop. But I’ve been flooding the area with calming pheromones and she’s still not waking up,” Sarah says worriedly.

“Maybe she just senses unknown alphas around her. Why don’t I try holding her and you guys move away a bit?” He senses how reluctant they are to move away from the omega, but eventually they listen to Mitch.

He settles on the ground and Sarah passes the omega to him before moving to give them space. After another minute the girl begins to stir, groggily at first before her eyes shoot open and she jumps up to move away from all the people around her. They watch cautiously, unsure what to do with the sudden change in the situation.

***

For awhile you’re stuck in the dark. This isn’t a drop, not really. You’ve only ever dropped twice but you can tell there’s a difference this time. You’re still aware of what’s going on around you, even if the details are fuzzy.

The alpha is gone. That you know for sure. The awful smell is gone, replaced by a much more pleasant one. It’s a mix of black tea and maybe the ocean? Whatever it is reminds you of early morning walks on the beach during family vacations. You relax more into this scent, and then notice that fresh laundry smell which always means someone is releasing calming pheromones.

You start to relax, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. You can still sense multiple alphas, which keeps you a bit on edge. You try to open your eyes, but you’re still in a deep fog, probably due to the mix of intense emotions and the multiple alpha commands you’d been subjected to.

You don’t realize that someone is holding you until they shift and place you in another person’s arms. The alpha scent fades and you know the person now holding you is for sure a beta.

Finally, you manage to open your eyes. It takes a moment for you to get your bearings, but when you do, you’re overwhelmed, and honestly a bit embarrassed. Harry Styles, the Harry Styles, the world-famous popstar you’re here to see, is sitting across the hall from you, studying you closely. Next to him is a woman you recognize as his drummer.

After these discoveries, you fully realize your current position; that you’re being held in someone’s lap. One glance at the man shows it’s Harry’s guitarist. You’re no longer embarrassed. No, now you’re completely mortified. You quickly extract yourself from his hold and stand up, looking at the group, totally speechless.

They slowly stand as well, all looking at you. And not just them, but the other dozen or so people that are still in the hallway. There are so many eyes on you, watching you, and you just want to disappear.

Picking up on your unease, Harry says, “Why don’t we go somewhere less exposed, hm? You can hang in my dressing room and maybe have a medic look you over if that’s alright?”

Without thinking you begin to nod your head, just wanting to get somewhere quiet with less people. He reaches out as though to place his hand on your back and lead you but seems to think again and pulls his arm back. Instead, he walks ahead, and you follow, Mitch and Sarah coming as well.

You arrive at the room, groaning when you see more people waiting there. One’s the medic Harry mentioned, another is obviously a police officer, and the third is a man you don’t recognize.

“Harry, need to you choose your outfit and get dressed. We’ll take care of, uhm, sorry I didn’t catch your name,” says the man.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you say immediately, surprised at just how scratchy your voice comes out.

Sarah must pick up on it because she asks you, “Would you like a cup of tea love?”

You can’t help but smile and let out a laugh at that.

“What’s go funny?” she asks, smiling as well.

“It’s just, your scent, it definitely smells like tea. And the first thing you say to me is about tea. Sorry, I know it’s not polite to comment on someone else’s smell,” you finish, head lowering in a new wave of embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not offended,”

“Plus, you’re right,” Harry adds. “Swear I can’t make a cup of tea without thinking of her.”

“Aw, H, you think of me? How sweet,” she says with a joking tone.

“Real sweet,” Mitch says, then adds, “But stay away from my girl.”

You smile watching the easy interaction, happy to be distracted by their banter, sipping on the tea Sarah brings you.

That is until the man, whom you’ve learned is Harry’s manager, Jeff, reminds Harry that he’s supposed to be getting dressed, and the cop and medic walk over to you. There’s a table in one corner of the room and they lead you to it.

“Y/N, I’m Kate, I’m just going to get your vitals and check you over to make sure you’re okay, is that alright with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” you reply.

“And I’m Officer Michaels, is it okay if I ask you some questions about the incident tonight?"

“Of course.”

And so, as Kate does a quick exam you tell the whole story to the officer, starting with the uneasy feeling when you first noticed the man, all the way to him using his alpha voice to corner you in a back hallway.

Harry had reentered the room by this point, dressed in his show outfit and looking completely ready to get on stage. But he’s making no moves to leave the room, even though Jeff is reminding him the show is supposed to start in five minutes. Mitch and Sarah leave to finish getting ready themselves.

“Are we all set here?” You ask Kate and Officer Michaels.

“I have everything I need,” he replies. Kate adds, “Everything checks out just fine,” and they both exit the room as well.

This leaves you with just Harry and Jeff.

“Great, so I guess I should go back to the pit then?” You knew you were holding everything up and didn’t want to be more in the way than you already have been.

“Actually, Y/N, it would probably be best if you stay here for the show. Jeff, can you go grab Jada for me?”

The man nods, leaving you alone in the room with Harry. He motions to the couch, inviting you to sit and you do so. He sits on the coffee table facing you.

“I know you want to see the concert, and I know the man is gone, but I have to admit, my alpha is a bit on edge right now. To be completely honest, I don’t know if I could go out there and perform if you’re not completely safe. I would really like it if you stayed in this room and watched the concert on the TV over there. I promise to get you and your friends tickets to another show, alright?”

You’re taken aback by this, surprised by how much he seems to care about you, a random fan he’s never met before. And knowing that his alpha was triggered by what happened to the point where it’s still uneasy is a pretty big deal. That normally doesn’t happen with strangers. Sarah was no longer worried, and the alpha security guards were completely fine the second they caught the man.

So why was Harry’s alpha still calling the shots? It would make sense if you were partners, or at the very least, friends. Maybe Harry does truly care that deeply about all of his fans. That must be it. Because it certainly can’t be you in particular. There’s nothing special about you, other than being a damsel in distress and nearly derailing his show.

He must see the confusion on your face and continues, “Jada will be here in a moment, and she’ll hang out with you. Anything you need, just ask her. I won’t see you after the show, I leave right from the stage, but talk to Jada and Jeff and they’ll make sure you get home safely.”

“Okay, thank you so much for everything,” you reply.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do. Y/N, I am so very sorry something like this happened to you here. I always want this to be a fun, safe place for everyone.”

“It’s not your fault. Please, don’t feel bad. It is completely that knothead’s fault. You guys are the ones that saved me.”

He reaches forward and places his hand on top of yours, just for a second. Your hand tingles as he pulls away, like a bolt of electricity had just gone through it. You meet his eyes, and see he felt it too. You stare at each other, frozen for a moment, until there’s another knock at the door.

Harry stands quickly and introduces you to Jada as she joins you on the couch.

“Okay, I have to go before Jeff kills me. Y/N please give Jada your contact info so we can get those new tickets to you. Get some safe,” he says.

“Thank you, break a leg,” you reply and a second later he’s gone.

You talk to Jada throughout the start of the show, smiling as she lets you in on some behind the scenes info about the tour. After a few songs she asks if there’s anything she can get you.

“I actually have kind of a weird favor. I was supposed to come with a friend, but she couldn’t come at the last minute. I promised to send her videos and she’s going to be suspicious if I don’t have any. Would you be able to take a couple videos from the pit? I just don’t want to have to explain what happened. At least, not yet.”

“Of course, girl, I’ve got you. I’ll go get a couple of the next songs. Are you okay in here? There’s security outside the door so no one will be able to get in.”

“Yea, I’ll be fine,” you reply with a smile.

She walks out and you sink into the couch, grateful for a few minutes alone. Everyone has been so lovely, but it’s been a lot, and you need a minute just to breathe. You close your eyes, relaxing your body, and when you’re fully calm, you smell it.

There’s another alpha scent, but not one of a person nearby. No, it’s in the fabric of the couch. And the blanket next to you. And the shirt draped over the back of the couch.

It’s Harry’s scent. And it’s amazing. So clean, and fresh, with hints of chocolate, and the forest, and something sweet. Maybe roses, you think. Definitely a hint of floral. And once you catch the scent, it’s all you can think about, like it’s wrapped you in a warm hug. You feel better than you have in hours, the stress of the day fully washing away.

Even when Jada comes back, Harry’s smell is what you focus on the most. She notices you’re quieter than before and must assume you’re just tired from everything that has happened. She goes back out towards the end of the show to grab another video and you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side, right where the shirt is, and purposely take a deep breath. It’s almost overwhelming, your omega telling you to steal the shirt so you’ll always have the delicious scent with you.

That snaps you back to reality. You need to get your omega under control. You’re just like every other fan, thirsting for the amazing Harry Styles. Get a grip, you tell your omega. He’ll never be ours, don’t get attached.

Jada comes back, the show ends, and she leads you to a car that will bring you home. She asks for your car keys and ensures someone else will grab it from the station and drop it off at your place. She rides with you back to your home, along with a security guard.

You exchange numbers during the drive and breathe a sigh of relief when your apartment building comes into view. It’s been an exhausting day, and you can’t wait for a hot shower and your comfy bed.

You thank Jada for everything and notice them waiting for you to get safely inside before driving away.

You scorch your skin in the shower, put on your comfiest pajamas, and burrow under your covers.

You fall asleep that night not thinking of the horrible alpha, and the horrors of the day, but rather of green eyes, soft hands on yours, and the delicious scent that can only belong to Harry.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! If you have any questions, comments, concerns, (requests), please let me know!

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thirstydemisexual · 1 month

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May I have something with Buggy being hopelessly in love with someone that both Crocodile and Mihawk are casually trying to pursue as well? I would love a typical “Two people betting with each other who can seduce someone faster, being so sure that they will sweep them off their feet- “Oh I am really flattered, but actually I’m interested in Buggy” scenario here.

Would love to see Buggy happy-ugly-crying (even uglier than usual) when he finds out because???? He WON!??? AGAINST SIR CROCODILE AND MIHAWK??? While said men are witnessing this weird spectacle from afar, for the most part being good natured about it and not holding a grudge, but also being highly confused because… Buggy? Neither of them even considered Buggy a plausible option for reader insert. Neither of them would have ever looked at each other and even speculated that their rival in this wooing contest might be the damn clown. Eh, can’t win them all. (And maybe they dodged a bullet here because if they choose the clown they must be completly out of their mind)

AHHHHH it's so giving The Grinch x Martha may and I LOVE IT! THAT DYNAMIC IS GOLD, hope you like this, I know it's not really my best work :/ been recovering from a bad fall. But I had fun writing this 🫶

HOPELESS🔪🤡|| Buggy x gn!reader

✦being in the cross guild was the most bizarre thing that happened in your life, sure living in a world where people ate devil’s fruit and gained power was bizarre enough… but working in group with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy of all people was so much out of your comfort zone that even the marines were surprised you were involved in the guilt. You were known to be a lone wolf like Mihawk, with no crew and no known attachment to other people, so you grouping up with somebody was a first.

✦in truth it wasn't really that you didn't like working with people, it was more tho that you had troubling understanding people intentions, you were stabbed in the back way too often for you to willingly put yourself in that position

BUT

✦ You really liked Buggy, having had a crush on him for years and you were dead set on pursuing him, what better way to spend time with him than working with him and gaining power and notoriety as well? And Mihawk and Crocodile, were not really your favorite people but you were willing to put up with them, but they were very much pushing the line with how much they abused the poor clown

✦You are considered as one of the most powerful and beautiful people of the seven seas, you were strong and reliable and very loyal it was no wonder to Buggy that Mihawk and Crocodile were dead set on pursuing you. They had been competing with each other for your attention since you all grouped up, and he couldn’t blame them. You are wonderful, and so full of charm, he fell for you long ago but his insecurities got in the way. NO ABSOLUTE WAY A GOD/GODDESS LIKE THEM LIKES SOMEONE LIKE HIM. Especially over THE Mihawk and THE Sir Crocodile.

✦He felt like he had absolutely no chances

✦ Somehow you were clueless, both to his interest and to the advances of the other two. Which was surprising with how much they were flaunting themselves over you.

✦ It was Valentine's day and Crocodile and Mihawk had had a staring contest all day while showering you with gifts. You had thought they were doing it only in a friendly way, and gladly accepted the lavish gift they proposed you but to them it seemed you reciprocated both of them which didn’t sit right them

✦ Buggy spent all day looking longingly at you, the chocolates he clumsy made for you in an attempt to finally ask you out sitting in his back pocket. He was sure you were going to pick one of the others instead of him.

✦ at the end of the work day Mihawk and Crocodile confront you, Buggy sitting on thebopposite corner of the room with a glass of rum clutched in his hands.

"Will you share a wine bottle with me tonight?" Asks Mihawk

"No, they won't. I arranged for us for the finest restaurant in town" interjects Sir Crocodile

✦ that's when you realize their affection is not really platonic

"Ehm, actually I was thinking of asking Buggy" you reply blushing hard

Buggy chokes on his drink, face turning as red as his nose under the face paint.

You rush to him to pat on his back trying to help him stop the fit of cough that the chocking caused

"Asking me what?" He's very confused because you can't POSSIBLY be meaning what he hopes.

That's when you shyly offer him a paper bag he hadn't noticed you having before.

"Come on, open it"

✦ Under the bright red tissue paper he finds a chocolate box and a beautiful ornate dagger, with blue and red gems embezzled in it

"The gems reminded me of you" you told, a bit unsure. His face had pure shock and rended him in silence, you didn't know if it was a good sign.

✦ after a second his eyes glass over and he asks in an almost whiny tone

"You were thinking of me?" at that you giggle

"Of course silly! Will you be my Valentine?"

At this point Crocodile and Mihawk are just awkwardly standing there 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️... like were they blind? of course those two idiots loved each other

✦ "FUCK YESS!" Buggy basically trows yourself at you and brings you into a soaring kiss. His ego boosting. He envelops you with an arm while he detaches the other end to go to the two standing there while pointing the middle finger

✦ and you can't do anything other than blush and giggle into the kiss because gods he's an idiot, but you love him for it

#NO BETA WE DIE LIKE ACE

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x reader #buggy one piece #captain buggy #op buggy #opla buggy #cross guild #mihawk #sir crocodile #buggy x gn!reader

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drabblesbyjubs · 8 months

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Astarion x gn! Reader; your boundaries on where Astarion can touch you and where you can touch him have always been a little fuzzy, but he struggles to word what he means when attempting to simply tell you where he doesn’t want to be touched. He tosses out an idea, and the two of you explore your comfort zones. This could be seen at a pt 2 to Just Need Time, its very soft and fluffy, sort of building on that healing aspect.

Fluff, hurt/comfort, non-sexual nudity, some minor sexual content but no actual smut, trauma, Astarion’s backstory stuff, minor spoilers for Astarion’s story in act 3, minors go bye bye pls

I wrote this on my first day at my new job. This fic was born in the kitchens of a nursing home

Intimacy was always daunting to Astarion.

Emotional intimacy was close, it was vulnerable, it was a means to exploit. And it was terrifying. Physical intimacy was a task, something Astarion struggled to enjoy.

More than a few times he had feared you leaving him because he couldn’t provide the intimacy you deserved. He wasn’t always emotionally available, sometimes we was so apathetic he feared you would be disgusted with him, but there were some things he just couldn’t care about. Even if he wanted to, caring was vulnerable, and it wasn’t allowed. Survival of the fittest.

He was next to never physically available for intimacy; either he completely zoned out before you even got his pants off, the thought of a hug lingering too long sent shivers down his spine, or a hand on his hip pulled a fear response from him, making his whip around to face you, ready to push you away.

You were so understanding that it hurt.

Never once did you judge, never once were you angry or upset. That was almost worse than you being angry; just not knowing what you were thinking. The uncertainty was horrible.

Uncertainty over how you thought of him, uncertainty of where he even liked you touching. Sometimes your soft, romantic touches made his heart soar; they were safe, there was no fear, no ulterior motive, only you, at face value. He loved those times. He wished he knew them more. There were so many little places he was and wasn’t okay with you touching him, he couldn’t even keep track of them.

Maybe it was worth finding out.

“Darling?” Astarion approached your tent, and you looked up from the book you had been reading, smiling when you saw that handsome face you’d come to love.

“Astarion,” you greeted, setting down your book and standing to meet him. He hugged you, and you held him close. It seemed he was feeling a little touchy today, and you didn’t mind one bit.

“I wanted to talk. Is… now a good time?” Astarion questioned. You felt a pit of nervousness in your stomach; he looked serious.

“Of course, come with me.” You said, leading him in to your tent and shutting it behind you. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

Astarion grabbed your hands tenderly, and you felt nerves twist in your belly.

“I know I haven’t been the best to you.” He began, immediately filling you with doubt and confusion.

“Darling, of course you-“

“Please.. let me get this out.” He gently kissed the back of your hand, and you shuffled nervously.

“I haven’t been the best to you. I’ve been reclusive, and I know you deserve better. The.. the thought of losing you is terrifying. I want to be more open, give you what you deserve, I just… dont know how. I… have a favor to ask of you.”

You gulped nervously. This didn’t seem like he was trying to break up with you… but the way he spoke in such a self deprecating manner, it was so concerning to you.

“What is it, hun?” You asked.

“I.. want you to help me learn where I can and cant touch you. Where you can and cant touch me. I suppose I… just want to admire you. You tell me when and where it’s too much, and you do the same to me. Is… is that okay?” He looked up at you with those beautiful red eyes.

“Like… like what do you mean?” You asked. “Whatever it is, im alright with it, but.. you may have to take the lead, show me what you’d like. Is that alright?”

“I… want to touch you. And want you to touch me.” He hesitantly explained, a shadow of doubt cast over him now. “I dont want it to be… sexual. I… suppose I want to find where im alright with you touching me. And where youre alright with me touching you.”

“Oh,” you said, realization dawning on you. “Oh hun, of course we can do that. That sounds like a great idea.” You kissed the tip of his nose and you smiled seeing the way the tips of his pointed ears flushed.

He smiled, that slight uptick to the corner of his lip, and the way his smile lines showed and his ryes warmed just looking at you. He was so, so beautiful.

You gently cupped his cheeks in your hands, thumbing over the corner of his mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” you muttered, and Astarion rolled his eyes, though his smile didn’t fade for a moment.

“I know. And wonderful, don’t forget.”

You laughed. “And wonderful.” You pulled him in for a kiss, soft and tender. Astarion melted in your touch, his hands lifting to let one wrap around your chest under your arms and the other card through the hair at the back of your head and gently hold you close to him. His lips moved over yours and both of your relaxed in to the kiss.

You pulled away after a moment, saying, “How do you want to do this?”

“Maybe… here, come with me.” He took your hand and lead you to the bedroll in your tent, the two of you sitting on it facing one another. He gave an awkward pause, clearing his throat and saying, “Could… I take the lead, then you take over?”

“Of course,” you say. “Do you want me to take anything off, or keep this all over our clothes?”

“Maybe.. leave our undergarments on, but take off everything else?”

“That sounds alright,” you said. “I have a blanket right there if you need to cover up.” You motioned to the blanket next to the two of you. Astarion nodded in confirmation, and as you began reaching for the hem of your shirt, he asked you, “May I?” He reached your your shirt, pausing before reaching your hands and waiting before moving on.

You smiled, the care and focus in his expression warming your heart. “Of course,” you said. His fingers hooked under the hem of your bed shirt, pulling it up and over your head. The focus in his gaze was wonderful, so careful as if he would shatter you with one wrong move.

He let out a little sigh when he had your shirt off and tossed to the side, as of he had been holding his breath.

“Beautiful as ever,” he whispered, so soft you hardly heard it. You nudged his shoulder with a little laugh. “Gods, Astarion,” you laughed, and he joined you. His hands cupped your cheeks, and he gazed lovingly into your eyes. You had never seen him so… soft. So vulnerable. It was almost like you were looking at an entirely different man to the one you had found in the woods after the illithid ship crashed, the one who had held a knife to your throat and threatened your life. And maybe he really was a different man, after all you had went through.

But he would always be Astarion, forever your little star.

Calloused hands softly traveled down your neck, closely watching you for any reaction. Down your neck, over your shoulders, across your chest. Over your hips and up your stomach, then to your back, scooting close to feel down the line of your spine, to your shoulders, and down your arms, until his fingers tangled in yours.

“Was that alright?” He asked. You nodded, giving him an assuring smile.

“Of course,” you said. You leaned up to kiss him, a gentle peck to his lips before pulling away. Your fingers danced feather light at the hem of his bedshirt.

“May I?” You asked, to which he nodded.

You pulled his shirt up over his head, watching his gaze fall to the ground. It had always made him a little nervous to feel so bare in such an intimate way, but you didn’t let your gaze linger on his body, instead starting how he did, cupping his cheeks.

You moved to trace over the points of his ears, and he laughed softly, relaxing in to your touch as your fingers carded through his hair.

You hands moved to his jawline, before slowly moving to his neck. You watched his smile fade and a more focused expression return. You tilted your head, and he looked to you.

“I’m not sure.” He said, almost as if having read your mind. You nodded; he’d always been iffy about any touch on the side of his neck that Cazador bit him on. You moved on without another word, to his shoulders and his chest. Neither of which he had any complaint over, you noted.

Your fingers ghosted over the muscles of his abdomen, and you noted how Astarion watched your hand with an intent gaze. You thumbed over the top of his pants before gently resting your hands on the small of his back. You looked at him, waiting for him to return your gaze before you asked, “Your back. Is that a no overall?”

He pursed his lips and looked away.

“That… may be situational. I dont mind sometimes, but others…”

You nodded and said, “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll ask you before I ever touch you there, alright?” He nodded, visibly relaxing.

You moved to hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants, once again looking at him for approval before continuing. He nodded, hut you said to him, “Use your words, hun.”

“You can,” he said. He knew you always preferred he be vocal about his consent, instead of implying it. It made it easier for you to judge when he really wanted it.

Sometimes it was hard for him to know when he really wanted it.

Nodding, you gently pulled his pants down, him lifting his hips to help you out. You hummed, seeing him in nothing but his underwear. He truly was beautiful.

Starting with his hips, you pressed your thumbs against his hip bones, before moving to his outer thighs. You felt him grimace a bit, looking up to him.

“It’s alright,” he quickly assured. “Maybe move a little slower, if thats okay?”

“Of course, I’m sorry.” You responded.

Making a note to move more carefully, you moved down to his knees, then his calves. You ran your hands up the insides of his legs, stopping at his inner thighs. He shuffled a little, saying, “I think this is fine.. just let me know before you touch me here, please?”

“Aye aye, captain,” you said with a light hearted smile, moving in to kiss him.

It was slow and sweet, and you felt him squirming a little under you with you leaned over him and your hands on his thighs.

When you pulled away, his hands went up to the waistband of your pants.

When you nodded your approval, he removed the clothing, mimicking your motions with care and attentiveness. He was so gentle.

When he sat back on his knees, you noticed something you handn’t noticed before; Astarion was hard. You looked away quickly, not meaning to be rude, but he noticed your gaze and pulled back, sitting on his bottom and pulling his knees up to his chest to hide himself. Hurriedly, he said, his words coming out in one long string, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I think I just enjoyed seeing you like this but I dont want this to be sexual and I dont think I can handle being touched like that right now, but if you want me to touch you I can, I just-“

You hushed him, moving up to place a hand on his shoulder and gently thumb at the skin there.

“Darling, hush now. It’s alright. Its perfectly normal. I dont want anything like that right now either.” You assured him, the nearly scared way he looked up at you breaking your heart.

“You… you’re sure? Im still sorry I got… excited, I guess, I promise it wont happen again.” He seemed almost desperate to convince you he was truly sorry, and you gently cupped his cheeks, tilting up his head to look at you.

“My love,” you spoke, voice nearly a whisper. “I promise, it’s alright. We wont be doing anything sexual tonight, and I’ll pretend this didn’t even happen. Okay? There’s no need to be afraid.”

He nodded, his eyes shining almost as if he was on the brink of tears.

“Okay,” he breathed.

You kissed him softly, which he returned after a moment of hesitation.

You leaned back in the bed roll, saying, “Would you like to continue?” He took a breath and nodded, that signature smile returning to his face, even if it was a little forced. His hands crossed your thighs, calves, giving you a cheeky grin as he squeezed your butt, you swatting at him and rolling your eyes.

“You’re sure you’re alright with this all? You haven’t mentioned anything to me about anywhere you dont like…” he trailed, settling next to you.

“I’m sure. If its you, im alright with anything.”

“What?” He said, looking at you. His expressing was one of confusion. “Why?” He propped himself on up his elbows, looking down at you next to him. “What makes me so special?”

You stared back at him for a moment, equally as baffled as him. “What makes you so- Astarion, love, everything. You’re the brightest light in my life, the reason I keep fighting, you’re my everything. I’ve seen the best and worst sides of you, and you’ve seen the best and worst sides of me. You’re the one constant in my life, and you’re absolutely wonderful. I-“ you trailed off a little, noticing the way Astarion stared at you with an unreadable expression; shock, maybe?

His bottom lip started to tremble, and he said in a shaky voice, “You… you mean that?” Before breaking down in to tears.

You stayed still for a moment as he cried, completely caught off guard, watching him shrink down in to the bedroll, but quickly moved to action and pulled him close, gently hushing him. “Shhh, shshsh,” you cooed, burying your nose in his soft hair and combing through the white strands. “It’s alright, hun, don’t worry. It’s okay.”

The way his shoulders heaved with every fresh round of sobs wrenched your heart, and you felt guilt swirl deep within you. “I’m so sorry, I-“

“Don’t,” he managed to breathe between sobs. “You mean it?” He sniffed, looking up to you with a tear stricken gaze.

“Of course,” you cooed. “I mean it all. You’re my everything.” You kissed his forehead, and he was wrecked by a fresh round of sobs, burying his face in your chest. You pulled him close and held him, rocking him softly as he cried. Your poor, sweet boy.

It may have been ten minutes, it may have been an hour. Eventually, Astarion’s breathing slowly began to even out, and his sobs became few and far between. Is a shaky, hoarse voice, he started to speak.

“Two hundred years. For two hundred years I was locked in that crypt.” Your fingers combed through his hair and his memories came back to him. “Cazador put so many horrible thoughts in my head. About myself, about the people around me. I never trusted anyone again until I met you. I never even trusted myself. A monster, I am, just a creature meant to feed off of the innocent. I haven’t been mine in so long.”

You started to speak, started to assure him that he wasn’t a monster, this wasn’t his choice, but you second guessed. Astarion being this vulnerable was… rare. So you gave him his moment.

“You’ve always been so trusting. I thought you were just stupid at first,” he laughed softly, and you rolled your eyes with a little smile. “But I realized that you are the only person whos ever put faith in me. Ever. At least within my memories. You’re… the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. So careful. So understanding. I dont understand why you care so much, but… thank you. And… I love you.”

Your heart was in your throat, choking you from the inside. You hugged him tighter, kissing the top of his head. “I love you too,” you breathed.

You placed your fingers under his chin to tilt his head up, giving him a warm smile when his eyes met yours. You leaned down to kiss him, pressing your lips against his and closing your eyes, feeling the way he relaxed in to your touch. Your lips moved together, in time as if this were practiced. You pulled away, and he gave you a little smile.

“You’re such a romantic,” you laughed. “It’s adorable. I love it.”

He clicked his tongue and looked away, though the little upwards tick in the corner of his lip gave away his stifled smile.

The rest of the night was filled with stolen kisses, little laughs, and sharing one another’s embrace. Astarion truly was something else, and he saw the same in you. You were the kind of dream he’d always held, a perfect lover who was kind and sweet. You were that. You had been next to him as he gained his freedom, encouraged him and trusted him even when you shouldn’t have. And he was so happy that you had made that choice, now.

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#astarion headcanons #astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 #bg3 headcanons #astarion fluff #fluff #hurt/comfort #soft

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bet-on-me-13 · 1 year

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Immortal Danny meets his Families Reincarnations after years

So, Immortal Danny had to suffer through the deaths of his friends and family. For some reason, they never became Ghosts in the Zone, but he has kept looking for them in the Zone for centuries.

Then, one day, Clockwork come to him and explains that his Friends have all been Reincarnated. Due to them having died peaceful deaths, there weren't enough emotions to be turned into Ghosts, instead their souls were Reincarnated due to the amount of Ectoplasm in their bodies.

Danny goes to the Universe where they were Reincarnated, and finds that they all ended up reincarnating in a similar time-frame and location, and all ended up meeting eachother again.

His family and friends Reincarnated as the Bat Family

Bruce is actually the reincarnation of Jack Fenton, and while he is still a much better driver than before, Alfred prefers life thank you very much. He uses his Tech Know-How to build all his Bat-Gear. Hall also freakishly strong, and he isn't a Meta, so he has always been a little confused about that. His lingering guilt at being a bad dad in his past life leads him to be as great a dad as he can in this one.

Maddie Fenton is now Selena Kyle, using her natural athletic expertise and genius level technical know-how to steal artifacts from museums better than her canon counterpart ever could. She has always felt a connection to Batman for some reason, and flirted constantly.

Jazz became Barbra Gordan, and she is just as much a psychologist in this life as the last, but she uses it for Crime solving instead. I'm just going to say that she was officially adopted without Comissioner Gordans knowledge. He is not happy when he finds out that his daughter is legally shared by him and bruce.

Sam became Cassandra Cain, who for some reason has new Plant Powers reminiscent of Poison Ivy. Her soul is still technically that of the "Daughter of Undergrowth", so she gets her plant powers even in death. She now considers Poison Ivy her new sister for some reason. She is also still a Vegan.

Tucker is now Duke Thomas, who is confused as to why he seemingly has Egyptian Magic alongside his own Meta Abilities all of a sudden. He also has a talent for Coding and Hacking that could rival every other member of their family.

Tim used to be Wes, who befriended Danny after a while in his old life. He uses his smarts to figure out Batman is Bruce Wayne, and becomes the second Robin.

Dick was Dash, who mellowed out and became a good friend to Danny a while after the end of the series. In his new life, he is much kinder to everybody around him, as a remnant of his guilt for being so mean in his past life. It's alsowwhy he became a Cop.

Jason is undecided. Maybe he is still a friend to Danny, but he met him when he died and Danny found him while wandering. He considered him a little brother before he was resurrected and lost his memories. Or maybe he was another of Danny's friends, idk.

Alfred used to be Mr Lancer, and he has always had a weird talent for dealing with chaotic and freakishly strong teenagers. He also has a Love for helping children down on their luck.

Steph could have been Star, who rekindled her friendship with Danny after a few years as well. I honestly just like the idea of Danny's bullies becoming his friends after getting their life together.

I don't know about many of the others

This could then go 2 ways

Option 1:

When Danny discovers that his Family has all Reincarnated, he decides to Reincarnate as well to be with them again. With the help of Clockwork, he becomes Damian Al Ghul, born only a little time after his other family and friends.

He makes it so that he will slowly regain his memories and powers over his lifetime until he hits the age of 14, the age he was when he died.

The other Batfamily Members are confused, because Damian all of a sudden called a Family Meeting, and began telling them a story about how they were all the reincarnations of the mortal friends and family of the Ghost King. And that he is the Ghost King as well.

And it makes sense for some reason, they have all had vivid dreams of past lives, or skills and abilities that they don't remember picking up.

They slowly accept his story and the story continues from there.

Option 2:

Danny just goes directly to them after figuring it out, and the Batclan is suddenly visited by the God King of the Afterlife shouting about how he finally found his family.

Danny is just happy to be there, while the others are looking at bruce like "Oh my god, his Adoption Addiction has gotten so strong that the souls of the dead are being adopted by him"

And Danny is meeting his new brother Damian.

Or, Bonus Option

Danny goes to meet with them, then Damian walks in and pulls him aside. Tells him to ask for Clockwork to Reincarnate him, and pushes him through a portal.

A combination where Danny meets them, and then after he meets them goes back in time and Reincarnates himself as Damian.

#Dp X dc #DC X DP #Danny phantom #DC #Dcu #Reincarnation #The batfamily are confused #Why is this kid telling them that they have past lives #And why does it make sense!?#After the reveal danny just shows up at the Watchtower as Damian but in his ghost form #And the League are just like “did your kids die again?! Oh no!”#And Bruce is just there like “no no this is normal”#And Constantine is wondering why the Batfamily suddenly feels like they are a bit more eldritch each time he meets them #He finally knows and it terrifys him that Batman technically has jurisdiction over his soul #Since his son own his soul and he can just ask his son to borrow it #I need somebody to write this!!!

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bloodyymaryyy · 3 months

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Could you do one for James Vowles with wife reader? Reader being sick, but still doing domestic things around the house and James has to force the reader into bed to get some rest. Add something you'd like though. Some fluffy bickering. Something sweet. Thanks!!!

Through sickness

James Vowels x reader

(I didn't know who he was so I did a little research before writing it)

Warnings : English isn't my first language, a little cursing

Fluff

Request : yes

The weekend that he was free the sickness caught y/n making her feel like shit trying to cover it up as much as she can so she doesn't ruin his off time by a stupid sickness.

With her nose running, coughing like she smoke all of her life and her previous ones, with the thermometer showing 40° degrees and a headache much stronger than any hangover she had when she was clubbing with her friends. It was Thursday when she woke up and everything hit her at ones, panicking she got up and went to the pharmacy to get everything needed so she can become better on Sunday night when he is to come back home from work.

Throughout the four days she had before the love of her love walk in through the door, she tried everything nostral spay to unstuff her nose, taking pills to get the fever and headache to calm down and syrup to drink for her throat, nothing really work in an instant so she did all of the household chores she could do with her illness but still trying to get some rest to help speed up the process and trying to do work so she wouldn't loose her job because she didn't want to take her limited time off just for being sick so she could have days off when her husband is here or if she needs to go to a few races she could with no problems.

Her husband james had asked her multiple times to quit so she could do anything she wanted with not much worry because he had money, he had enough money to retire both of them and live their life but she refused each time not wanting to spent his money for two reasons, one being that she wanted to be her own person with her own money and also for her to not lose her mind in her house not liking being in the races because of her being afraid of the cameras all over the grid.

She had fallen asleep with folding the freshly washed clothes, not waking up when James walked in with his bags in his hands and a smile in his face waiting to see his wife which he had missed, not seeing her for 2 weeks and rare were the phone calls due to the time zone and their schedules.

Trying to find her he dropped his things in the living room to shearch for her, going to their bathroom, no there, to the kitchen?, nope confused he shearch their balcony, no the laundry room?, no and finally their bedroom, yes!

He found her with a pile of clothes around her, in her hands there was one of his shirts half folded, he moved the chothes from around her and got close to her, noticed her nose was red and dry around her nostrals and her cupid's bow in help lips the skin dry and chopped. In the bedside table a mug with milk which he thought it was probably hot, now icy cold two empty water bottles, and the things she bought from the pharmacy beside them , dressed in one of his hoodies and fizzy pijamas pants and a used tissue in her hand he got the message. She was sick and tried to get better probably for him

Walking out of the bedroom he found food already cooked in a saucepan his favourite, pasta carbonara a bit cold, he audaply awed at it, seeing the flours clean the couch's cushions puffed up, the dishes done and the fridge and freezer full with food he realised she did all that with sick.

He changed out of his work clothes and into a set of pj's that she had folded up and for him before she had fallen asleep he started to make soup for her, to make her feel better, while he waited for the soup to be ready he took a shower and ate the carbonara not before warming it up and went to make the woman he married 2 years ago, some said the honeymoon feeling with pass within the six months of marriage then problems with fizzle up with everything but they still are so in love with each other, finding comfort in one other, each kiss feels like the first and their need for each other grows more and more.

Shaking her gently sitting beside her she woke up grumpy and mad to whatever woke her up but when she opened her eyes more and looked around she saw the love of her life she beamed up at him and wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed the top of his head carefully to not kiss him near his face to not spread whatever she has to him because in a week he will be back to work.

" hey baby! How was the flight today?"

She asked James her voice hoarse from the lack of use and the coughing for 3 and a half days long struggle with the illness

" It was good but I wish I had you with me the boys finished 5-8 so it was a good rce for us with no problems so I am happy, I made you soup!"

He said while explaining a bit and beamed at her

" you cooked? Why? I made your favourite didn't you liked it?"

" No I liked it and I ate it but the soup is for you baby I noticed you are sick so I thought you could use soup for it!"

"oh. Thank you baby I was trying to get better to not make your free time home shit because of me and my illness"

And with that they got up and he made her eat the soup with the bickered about him being happy to take care of y/n and with she said she would feel worse if she forced him to take care of her in the only time they get together and he was scolding her about doing the chores around the house while she was sick.

In the end of the day they got in their bed cuddling and talking about everything they missed from each other while they were not together and slept happily in the embrace of each other

#x reader #f1 x reader #drive to survive x reader #james vowles #James Vowels x reader #Marriswriting #Mary's blog #bloodyymaryyy

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goodgirl4daddy4evr · 1 month

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Hypnotized lesbian sucks Priest off before her wedding

Tw: religious abuse. Are you gay? Have you been told you're going to hell for being gay? Does that trigger you?

I was given this prompt by @kingofobsidian 🥵

I was getting ready for my big day. I wasn't sure it would ever come. Or include me in a dress, marrying another woman in a dress, in her family's church. Her parents took her to a very open and affirming church that my soon to be wife felt safe coming out in when she was a teenager and now felt joy to return to so we could celebrate our love. I hadn't been to church in a while but we'd been doing counseling with the priest in preparation for marriage. He was so nice, I really felt like I could be open with him about my fears and insecurities. It helped us talk about them as a couple. We each would have our own recordings to listen to about marriage and the commitment we were making. I would always zone out listening though so I'm not sure how helpful they really were. My finance felt the same.

I was in the recreational area bathroom when I asked my maid of honor and friends to give me some time alone to reflect. My strapless dress was not staying up over my titties that well, we had to use some tape and I was fiddling with it when I noticed it in the mirror again. I'm startled out my headspace of frustration at my chest's incompatibility with strapless tops when there's a knock at the bathroom door. "Hello, Becki? It's Father Tom. I just wanted to check in on you. May I come in?"

I look at myself in the mirror, my bleached blonde hair half up, and share a confused look with myself before turning towards the door. Father Tom looked like he always did, all in black with his white collar poking out. Now that I think about, I don't remember if he has to change too. He smiles and chuckles, looking at my chest.

"Oh Becki, your dress is a little lopsided."

"Ugh, is it really that noticeable?" I turn back to the mirror and inspect the dress while I notice my worried look. Father Tom comes up behind me and I don't notice he's reaching out to touch me until he is. I look up in the mirror to see him tower above me and his hands on my shoulders. His eyes are starting at my titties in the mirror.

As if his stares could cause it, the tape finally unstuck on one side and most of my left titty popped out.

"Oh my God!" I cover my nipple. I look at him. I turn around. "Oh my- my- ah I'm sorry Father! I'm sorry I just- I'm just sorry!"

His hands came to lay on my back now and he's smiling again. "Oh Becki, sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for." He looks into my eyes very intensely while mine are searching his face for an answer as to why.

"Remember, Becki? Remember?"

And that's when I drop my hand. I do remember. I look into Father Tom's eyes. They look so deep.

"Don't you remember, Becki? From your recordings? You know what marriage between two women is about don't you? Don't you remember, Becki?"

"It's about serving cocks together. It's when lesbians become a package deal for superior men. Women can't satisfy each other's needs. Only cock can."

"Ohh yes, you do remember, Becki."

That's when I feel myself pushed to the floor on my knees looking up at the first man I would ever service. In my wedding dress. Waiting for him to marry me to another woman.

He's unbuckling his belt as he speaks. "Now Becki, this will be just your first taste of cock. You'll be coming back every week for your sacrament, Becki, I want you to remember." His thumb rubs on my lower lip. "Now Becki, remember those recordings? I want you to think back to what they said, Becki."

"Start slow first. Lick all up and down. The wetter the better. Suck on the head. Suck on the balls. Use your hands. Open your throat."

He pets my hair before taking out his cock. I can't believe it. It's so much bigger than I thought they could be! It's like big tits! Big cocks only exist in porn! But I have big tits. Oh my god, do regular men have big cocks?

"Becki, remember..."

Father Tom moves his cock closer to my face I can't stop staring at it, it's so beautiful and I want it in my mouth so bad. I wanna suck and slobber all over it and suck his cum out so he put it all over my tits. I bounce and grind as I move forward and grab the base of his cock to lick all over his cock and get him nice and wet for my mouth.

"Oh! Becki I'm so glad your training took. I'll have to talk to your new wife after I marry you. Make sure her training took as well. You're both so beautiful. Made for taking cock. To marry you both would be sin if I did not claim you for my own. You thoughtless women denying your purposes. You should be grateful that I've saved your souls. I'm going to bless you with my holy seed and you'll need to receive this sacrament daily."

I look up with my big eyes, "Thank you, Father." and I take him in my mouth. I suck on the tip of his cock with my hand rubbing the base. I swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the part right where the head meets the shaft. When he puts his hand on the back of my head I suck him deeper. And deeper. And then my hand doesn't fit. I bob my head sucking from as close to the base as I can get to the bottom on the head and up and down and up and down. And hold. And up and down and up and down and up down. And hold.

It's when I start to juggle his balls that he grabs my head with two hands and begins to thrust in earnest. I finally understand what facefucking is. He's just using my mouth. Using my mouth to cum. He thrusts and thrusts and slows down and rolls his hips and thrusts and thrusts. Both my titties have fallen out of my dress and drool is dripping onto them from my mouth. My eyes are starting to water and it's starting to hurt. I'm making all these noises choking on his cock, looking up at him. He's staring at me.

"Look at me, Becki, look at me. Look at the man that has saved you. You will be blessed! Ohhh I'm putting it on your tits! I'm putting it on your tits!"

He lets go and I cough and gasp and catch my breath and look at him as he rubs his cock and lines up his cock head in the middle of my cleavage.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, take your daily blessing, and may it cleanse you."

He unloaded his milky gooey white cream all over my flushed red titties. Spurt after spurt came out, more than I thought was supposed to happen. After he finished milking his cock I held up my titties to show off to him and he put his cock between my titties and rubbed his cum around.

"Ohh Becki, my child, I'm so glad I saved your soul for the Kingdom of Heaven."

He takes a step back and pulls out his phone from his pocket. I'm a little dazed when I hear the camera sound.

He chuckles "Now we can clean you up for your bride. Let's fix that dress."

#face fvcking #hypnosis #brainwashing #lesbian conversion #lgetsd #fucked str8 #cheating kink #religion kink #priest kink #eroticism #text post #idk what kind of church this is okay

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missbabyjay · 1 year

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I Could Never Leave You Behind - Pedro Pascal x Reader

ANGST & FLUFF

MASTERLIST - CHECK OUT MY PAGE FOR MORE!

I'm just messing around with some random prompts, trying to improve my writing and step outside of my comfort zone! Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings/Content: Mature, Angst, Fluff, A little bit of spice, Alcohol

Summary: Your thoughts get the best of you, leaving you feeling confused... when all of a sudden Pedro arrives home earlier than planned.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Feel free to send me requests! I am writing for Pedro, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, and Bill Hader hehe

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The warm, evening wind tickled your skin as you sat comfortably nuzzled in the corner of the loveseat that was placed on your balcony, facing the warm and mellow sunset as the day said goodbye. You were treating yourself to a glass of chilled pinot noir; your favourite. As you brought the delicate, crystal clear glass to your hungry lips you fiddled with the soft, plush blanket that wrapped around you - wishing the blanket would be replaced with your partner’s loving embrace.

As you continued to watch the sun die out behind the horizon you couldn’t help your mind from wandering. It had been a couple of months since you last saw Pedro - he was finishing up the filming for The Last Of Us, far away from you in Canada.

You knew what you were in for when you began seeing Pedro; he was constantly looking for new ways to branch out in his career, whether it was a new movie or an ongoing series he was already a part of. As much as you tried to understand, you couldn’t fully grasp the life of an actor. You were normal, for lack of a better word. You worked as an assistant for a local magazine in New York City. Sure, you lived what one could say was a “bustling NYC lifestyle”, but you weren’t a celebrity. You worked a regular schedule, and always had time for your personal life outside of your career. That was the big difference between the two of you.

You were longing for the touch of Pedro’s large hands on your body, caressing your soft skin while his lustful eyes soaked in your presence. The touch of his lips on yours… then your neck, lingering to your collarbone, trailing downwards…

Suddenly you were snapped out of your daze when your phone vibrated in your lap - indicating you were receiving a text. You sighed, using your free hand to gently toss over your phone so that you were facing the bright screen contrasting with the dusk of the night that had fallen over you.

Pedro: Mi Amor, I will be coming home in a few days. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face. I love you

You: Sounds good baby, I love you too.

Your eyes were locked with the words placed across your phone’s screen. You loved Pedro so much, but you were reaching a point of uncertainty. Constantly being away from each other for long periods of time was beginning to take a toll on your mental health. You knew you had the strength within you to overcome these feelings, but at this moment in time you couldn’t seem to find it. You were aching for him to be home, long enough for the two of you to enjoy what you thought would be a regular, domestic life.

You downed the remainder of your ruby red wine, quickly reaching for the sleek bottle to fill your glass again. The sun had completely set at this point, and you were accompanied by small, glowing lights you had placed on the railing of the balcony. You tried to clear your mind by scrolling on social media - catching up on celebrity gossip and trending tik-toks. Eventually the evening air chilled and you figured it would be time to make your way inside.

“9:05” read the clock on your phone screen. “Time for bed I guess,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gathered the lush blanket, tossing it over your shoulder, then grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle that sat in front of you. As you made your way inside you realised the effects of the liquids you had consumed seemed to have not hit you until you stood. You rubbed your temple, and then placed the blanket on the couch. You proceeded to the kitchen to grab yourself some water and a few Advil - hoping this would cure the hangover you were bound to have in the morning. As you were pouring the cold and transparent liquid into your tumbler cup you heard the door for your apartment open. “What the fuck?” you thought to yourself, until you were met with the voice of Pedro, “Mi amor!”. You set down the glass and hurried to see Pedro placing his luggage against the wall, tossing his shoes to the side.

“What are you doing here? We were just texting, you said you weren’t going to be home for a few days?” you said, looking at pedro with a confused look. The amount of wine you had drenched your system did not make this moment any more believable, “Am I really that drunk?” you thought to yourself.

“I wanted to surprise you baby,” he exclaimed as he approached you with open arms, eager to feel your body in his arms. But to Pedro’s surprise you broke down in tears.

An overwhelming feeling washed over you, leaving you to lose all control of your emotions. Your vision became blurred as tears took over your eyes, your heart rate rose to an extreme level indicating you were experiencing a panic attack. Your body froze, and you were unable to move leaving you locked in the moment.

Pedro rushed to you, encapsulating you within his large arms. “Woah, baby, what’s going on?” he said as he caressed your head, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You melted into him, not being able to put together a sentence. He let you unleash your feelings until you were able to control yourself, pulling away from him when you were capable.

You grabbed Pedro’s hand, leading him to the couch. The man felt an immense amount of confusion, unable to connect any dots. His mind began racing at a speed that matched the racing thoughts controlling your mind at the moment; the both of you feeling overwhelmed.

“I don’t know if I can do this P,” you began, seeing his face instantly drop.

“What do you mean you can’t do this? Do you mean you and I?” His voice was trembling, and he began to feel heat gathering in his chest. He had no clue where this came from.

“Not seeing you for months is so painful. I crave your presence. Texts and calls aren’t enough. I feel like you don’t have time for me, but I don’t want to stop you from the successful career you have built for yourself,” you said between gasps, slowly gathering yourself more and more.

Pedro grabbed both of your hands, and locked eyes with you. You could see the fear plastered on his face - this was not what he was expecting to come home to. “Mi amor, I don’t know where this is coming from. We have been living like this for over a year now… have you felt this way the entire time?”

You shrugged, leaving Pedro in a puddle of turmoil. You couldn’t put your finger on the reason why you suddenly felt these feelings - and you hated the state you were putting Pedro in.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even brought this up. This was stupid. The last few months have been tough here at home and I am just overthinking things. I feel like I don’t deserve to be with someone who lives the lifestyle you live,” you mumbled, looking down and shaking your head in hopes of your thoughts disappearing.

Pedro took one of his hands and placed it on your cheek, before he spoke he kept his eye contact with you - giving you a gentle, yet sad smile, “Baby, you deserve everything you want. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. You are so understanding and supportive… I can’t imagine living without you, mi corazon.”

His pet names for you always sent shivers down your spine, leaving you in a pile of mush. Just hearing his reassurance allowed the tension in your body to be released, and although you still felt a sliver of those negative feelings, you wanted to do everything and anything for that man.

You reached forward to lock your lips with Pedro’s. The warmth of your alcohol ridden cheeks radiating on to him, causing him to feel weak. Wrapping your arms around his neck you closed in the space between the two of you; this was the first time you had touched in what felt like a thousand trips around the sun. You soaked in his scent, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. The kiss quickly became heated; Pablo slowly led you to lay on the coach as laid overtop of you.

Pedro released his lips from yours, gently placing his forehead on yours, “I promise you are worth everything to me, princesa. My life would be incomplete without you… as well as quiet,” he chuckled, “And why would I want that?” he finished with a cheeky smile. You giggled, and pulled him back towards your lips.

Relationships are a tough thing to navigate, but the passion that burned between the two of you was irreversible at this point. You would rather manoeuvre the ups and downs of life with Pedro at your side, even if that didn’t mean he was always physically there.

Tags: @purplerain85

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fic #daddy pedro

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year

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Pairing : yandere!Kim Hongjoong x F!Reader TW : violence ; blood ; kidnapping ; screaming ; manipulation ; Word Count : 3.5k

Hongjoong was your best friend, he had been that since you were young. As far back as you could remember, Hongjoong had been in your life, he was kind of like a staple in your day to day lifestyle, whether it be hanging out, going to the grocery store together, even just talking on the phone. No matter what, Hongjoong was there, and you knew that he’d always be there. You loved that, knowing that you had someone so constant in your life, someone that would never leave your side, someone that understood you better than you understood yourself sometimes. Maybe that’s why things had gotten so messy, you took everything he did as friendship, you never saw the red flags, you refused to, and that was the biggest problem, that’s where everything went wrong.

“It’s Saturday, you know what that means!” Hongjoong excitedly announced over the phone, the device held between his ear and his shoulder as he pulled on his shoes, already in the process of leaving his own house to go to yours. When you didn’t respond, he just assumed that you had set the phone down to get your own shoes on, you’d pick back up soon enough and let him know that you were ready to go.

“I actually already went grocery shopping today with Seonghwa. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just got so busy and it slipped my mind. We can go together next week though!” Your voice sounded too peppy, fake even, as if you were trying to keep up some kind of act in front of someone… Was someone there with you? “I have to go now, I’ll call you when I get home. Love you, Hongi.” You chimed at the end before ending the call.

He was baffled, confused, but more than anything, he was furious. How could you do this to him? Saturdays were his days to spend with you, and you just… Leave him behind to spend the day with some new guy? Who the hell was this Seonghwa guy anyway? The only thing he had ever heard about the guy was that he was a new neighbor that moved into the apartment building. You didn’t know the guy though… How could you just carelessly let this new man around you? He could be dangerous, he could hurt you… He could steal you away…

Hongjoong couldn’t let that happen. He just couldn’t, he loved you too much. All he wanted to do was protect you and keep you safe, that’s why he was always with you, why he always spent time with you. It was to make sure that you were always kept out of danger. You were so naive sometimes, too trusting, he had to be sure that no one would ever take advantage of that, take advantage of you.

But how could you just… leave him like this? Did you not know how much you hurt him right now? Did you not care at all? It was so selfish of you… And he was disappointed that you didn’t even seem to care that what you did would hurt him like this. Did you really love him like you said, or did you just say it to make him go away? It didn’t matter anymore… He needed you to love him. He thought that maybe it would come naturally after being with him for so long, but he could only handle being pushed into the god forsaken friend zone for so long before he had to take matters into his own hands. You would love him, no matter what it took… He’d be sure of that.

Stalking you wasn’t by any means something new, he just hated that it would be called that if you or anyone ever found out. He wasn’t stalking, he was simply monitoring, making sure everything was okay. He was a good friend, and he knew that he’d make a great boyfriend if you just gave him the chance. Why hadn’t you given him the chance yet? Did you not like him? Was there something wrong with him? Was there someone else in your life? Maybe it was the Seonghwa guy, the new neighbor that seemed to come from out of nowhere. Why did that guy have better chances than him? It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right.

He sat in the car outside of your workplace, counting down the clock, just waiting for you to leave. He knew your schedule like the back of his own hand, the smile and the wave you’d give your coworkers on the way out the door before heading to the bus stop. Why would you take the bus when he had a perfectly good car that could drive you home? You always said it was because you didn’t want to bother him or inconvenience him… As if that would ever be the case.

Eyes like lasers watched as, right on the minute, you emerged from the glass doors, the almost ritualistic wave as your body was right on the threshold before coming out completely. One quick maneuver had him cruising down the street, stopping at the bus stop just as you got to it. “Hongi?!” You said his name excitedly, running over to the passenger side door and leaning in when he rolled down the window. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working?”

His heart was hammering with anticipation as he smiled at you, quickly unlocking the door so you could climb in, and you did, you did with no hesitation, buckling the seatbelt around you. “I had the day off and I was in the area, doing some shopping, I thought I’d drop by and see you at work but I guess I got here a little too late.” It was so easy to lie to you, and you believed all of it. He had never given you a reason not to trust him, he was too kind, and maybe that’s why you didn’t like him the way he wanted you to. Maybe he was too friendly… He could surely change things up if that’s what you wanted. He’d do anything for you, he’d be anything for you.

“Shopping without me?” You said, and even if it was teasingly, he couldn’t help but find it hypocritical that you’d say such a thing after what you had done to him. “You’ll just have to show me the haul. Maybe we can go to your place?” God, you were making it so easy for him, and he didn’t waste a second to put the car into drive and take off toward his own house.

There wasn’t an inkling of reluctance when he thought about what he was going to do, and there was no guilt, no regret as those thoughts flooded his mind. He’d finally have you right where he wanted you, and technically, in a way, you had brought it upon yourself. It would have been so easy if you had just given yourself to him, let him love you, love him back. You were so difficult, and while he understood almost everything about you, that was one thing that he just couldn’t comprehend. Why didn’t you love him? Why didn’t you like him enough to even give him a chance?

He pulled into the driveway, quickly pulling the keys from the ignition and handing them to you, an action that had you flashing him a questioning look. “What?” He posed, giving you a small smile, but then you looked at the keys and then back at him and he simply chuckled. “I just need you to unlock the door, I got a lot of stuff.” You eyed him even more now, suspicion glinting in your eyes, and he worried for a moment that maybe you caught on, that you found out what he was planning on doing. He wasn’t sure how you would, but you were always a lot smarter than he was, you found a way to figure out his own brain before even he could.

“Did you get stuff for me? Is that you won’t let me help you carry in the bags?” You asked, and for a moment he was stumped. It’s not exactly that you were wrong, everything in the bags in his trunk was for you, but he didn’t think that your question would be so… innocent. Of course, you would have never been able to find out what he was truly planning, he had absolutely nothing to worry about. He was the best guy that you knew, you told him that all the time. This type of thing happening because of him, it just… It wasn’t feasible.

He let out a chuckle, hoping that you didn’t hear the nerves in the shakiness of it as he playfully nudged your arm. “No, I just don’t want your hands to hurt. It’s groceries and you always complain when you have to carry them in.” Your mouth fell open, but you quickly shut it because you knew he wasn’t wrong, and that only made him laugh more. Oh, how easy it was to be with you, did you feel the same way? If you did… well… He just continues to fall back onto the same question. Why won’t you just be with him?

“Fiiine.” You teasingly sulked, climbing out of the car with a slump to your shoulders, but as soon as you were standing that all too familiar pep was back in your step as you walked up to the front door. This was it, things could either go very well, or awfully wrong. Either way, he had a solution for both depending on how things turn out. Obviously he’s hoping for the best case scenario, and considering the fact that the two of you had known each other for so long, he really feels like that’s how things will go. Everything will be alright, you’ll welcome his love and even return it. Maybe all you needed was for him to make the first move…

The bags were dangling from his fingers as he walked into the house, momentarily setting them down to lock the door behind him before grabbing them back up and going straight to you. “You wanna see some of the stuff I got?” Your eyes dropped down to the decorative little bag that was sat on the coffee table and then up to him, your eyes bright as you nodded. “Okay… Don’t laugh or anything… Promise…” You held out your pinky to him, the silent form of promises that the two of you had been making since you were children.

Your legs were bouncing with anticipation as his hand dipped into the bag, pulling out the lace lingerie set, not even breathing as he held it out for you to see. “That’s really pretty, Hongi!” You chimed, your fingers delicately tracing along the pattern of the lace. “You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend though! How could you hide something like that from me!? I’m your best friend!” Your bottom lip jutted out into a pout and he shook his head, holding the garment out to you.

“It’s for you…” He whispered, and you were stunned for a second, a small giggle of awkwardness leaving your lips before you shook your head. Why were you denying him? Maybe you were just… too shy to wear something like that in front of him. “You’d look so beautiful in it, I know you would…”

“Hongjoong…” You whispered, nervously rubbing your palms against your legs as you looked around the room, why wouldn’t you look at him? “That’s really uhm… sweet of you… but… I’m, I can’t… That… I-“ You sighed softly, nervously gnawing on your bottom lip. “Seonghwa wouldn’t be very happy about that…”

Seonghwa… Was there something there that you hadn’t told him about yet? “What do you mean? Are you and him… Are you with him?” Hongjoong asked, his voice barely able to get above a whisper as he dropped his gaze to the floor. It had been a thought, but he never wanted to think deeper about it, he didn’t want to accept that thought. Your head slowly nodded in agreement to his question and he didn’t know how to take it. His heart was breaking but he was filled with rage, not at Seonghwa though, at you, for hurting him so much.

His fists balled up at his sides, gripping into the fabric of the piece that he had gotten for you, the bag behind him filled with even more items that you’d most likely deny. “Hey…” You murmured, scooting closer to the edge of the couch and reaching out to grab his hand. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you immediately… I just wanted to make sure that things were actually good between Seonghwa and I before I broke the news.” Right, because every single time you’d get with someone they’d inevitably leave you and you’d come crying to him, your personal therapist and tissue box, but never anything more. He was tired of being used by you… It was time for him to finally get something in return.

“Wear it…” He spoke through his teeth, forcing the lingerie piece into your face practically, and you leaned back against the couch, clearly shocked by the sternness in his voice. “Wear it now… Dammit, I bought it for you and you’re gonna wear it. I waste my time, I waste my money on you, and you just choose the first guy that comes into your life and shows interest in you until they get into your pants. I’m not your emotional support animal that you can come cuddle up with when you get done being a hoe and having your heart broken.”

You shivered under the cold glare he was giving you, your bottom lip trembling as his words tore through you, your eyes welling up with tears. He hated to see you like this, but clearly the first plan, the one that he initially thought would work hadn’t worked at all. It was time for plan B, the premeditated attack on you that he had already prepared himself for. Your tears wouldn’t have him stopping, the only thing that would make him stop would be you finally giving in and agreeing to be with him. “Is that… Really how you feel, Hongi? You think I’m a hoe? You think I’m a waste of time?” Your voice was broken, crackly and pathetic, and you looked just as sad as you sounded as the tears trickled down your cheeks. “I can just leave… If that’s what you want…”

Of course you were trying to play sweet, innocent, acting like you hadn’t been dragging his heart through mud and shards of glass for the last 5 years. Like you haven’t made him endure as much heartbreak as you every time he felt like he would finally have you. “No…” He mumbled the word, dropping the piece into your lap and then taking a step back, only enough to give you room to get up off the couch. “You’re not leaving… Not until you wear it. I want to see you in it… The least you can do is that.”

Your head shook violently as you pushed the piece onto the floor, taking the chance, although calculated, to stand up. “No! You’re being a real asshole right now, Hongjoong. I want to go home.” You tried to walk to the door, and for some reason, as much as it hurt to be rejected by you, this time was fun because he knew… You weren’t leaving. You weren’t going anywhere. He let you walk, he let you get close enough to the door that you felt like you had some say in what was going on, like you had some sort of power, but just before your hand could grab onto the doorknob, his arms were wrapping around you and pulling you back towards the couch.

The little scream you let out was just as useless as your attempt to leave, his hand quickly covering your mouth before throwing you down on the couch, picking up the clothes off the floor and dropping them onto your lap once more. “I’m the asshole…” He mused, staring down at you, his head tilted like a dog's would. “For loving you… For doing everything for you… I’m the asshole.” His voice became shrill as he leaned in closer. “If you think I’m an asshole now, you haven’t seen the most of it, you haven’t seen half of it.” His blood was pumping through his veins, and it was almost scary to him how much joy he got out of seeing you so scared yet so weak in front of him. “I’m tired of you playing with me, playing with my heart, with my emotions…. It’s my turn to play with you.”

Your head dropped, your body shrinking in on itself, yet you still had the courage to speak, to talk back to him. “Why can’t you be happy just being my friend… my best friend? Why do you need more than that?” You whispered faintly, and the question for some reason had his blood boiling. Why couldn’t you understand his emotions, his feelings? He always did his best to understand yours.

“It’s not good enough anymore…” He said matter of factly, his fingers gripping your chin and slowly lifting your head so you’d look at him. “Why do they get to have you in every single way… And all I get is a little hug and maybe cuddled if you’re sad enough? Why do they get to break your heart and you force me to deal with the aftermath of it? Why can’t you see that I’m in love with you, I’m infatuated with you… And I’m done watching everyone else treat you like garbage. If I don’t get to have you… Neither can they. You’ll learn to love me the right way at some point.” He let you go, your head falling forward once his fingers left your chin, quiet sniffles sounding out from behind him as he walked away. “Why are you crying?” He mumbled, grabbing the bags off the floor and pulling out the contents that were inside.

“That’s a stupid question…” Your whimpered response only had him chuckling as he continued emptying the bags. “If you loved me… You wouldn’t be doing this.” You tried to reason, but his head only shook. He was doing this because he loved you, and you still refused to understand. “W-We’re better as friends… Hongi… You know that.” Your attempt at persuasion was for nothing, he already knew that you’d try this and he had prepared himself for that, he had prepared himself for everything.

“You think we’re better as friends…” He hissed, grabbing one of the items that he had lined up along the coffee table, quickly whipping around and pointing it in your face, the light of the room reflecting off the shiny metal blade that was mere inches from your cheek. “I’m tired of being just friends… I want more, I deserve more. I’m done being stuck in the friend zone… You’ll be mine whether you want to be or not.”

You visibly held your breath, fear gleaming in your tear filled eyes as the edge of the blade moved closer to your cheek. “You’re crazy… out of your mind…” You tried to move away from the sharp edge of the knife, but he moved it closer, pressing the edge further against your skin until a small sting was felt along with the warm trickle of what you could only assume to be blood that moved down to your chin. “Please…” You whimpered, your face contorting into one of pain as he continued to press the knife deeper into your skin.

“All you have to do is love me… Once you do that, everything will be okay.” He pulled the knife back just enough to drag it lightly to your hair, using the tip to tuck your hair behind your ear, reveling in the way you shuddered. So weak for him, and only for him, not that you really had a choice to be anything but weak and submissive for him, it was the only thing you could do. “Now… are you gonna put that on for me or am I gonna have to force you to wear it?”

You took a shaky breath, your nose sniffling as you meekly nodded your head. “Fine… I’ll… I’ll wear it…” You grabbed the outfit off the floor and stood up, your legs wobbling once you got to your feet. “I hate you though… I’ll never love you… ever…”

For some reason you got cocky once you were standing, maybe it’s because for the moment you were standing above him, but he found it cute how you thought you really had a choice in the matter, how you thought he actually cared whether you truly loved him or not. “Doesn’t matter, you’re stuck here anyway.” He was so nonchalant about it, and maybe it was because he truly didn’t have to worry anymore. Not about you being with anyone else, about you loving anyone but him. Even now, even if you didn’t love him, there would be no one else for you to love. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look, angel. Get done quickly, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

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spidori · 3 months

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Doctor Danny Fenton: On The Run

Danny knew he was on borrowed time.

Sure, he was harder for Clockwork to find than most- something about it being harder to look for an acausal nexus than a causal one, and the medallion fused into his core severing him from standard causal flow, Dan had explained it to him once, before he... no! Focus Danny! You don't know how long you have until he finds you!

Dragging himself out of his dissociation, Danny took stock. He still had the Infinimap in one hand; it was still green and dripping from something he couldn't afford to think about right now. Where and when had the Infinimap interpreted his shout of "a way to run away" as asking to travel to?

"Dann'O! You're just in time to see our newest upgrades to the speeder!"

"Uhhh... You made it look like a Volkswagen beetle?”

"Oh, Sweetie, no. See!" his mom said, opening up a control panel and poking around, then stepping away from what was now a cargo van.

"Your father and I finally figured out how to fuse ectoplasm with metals to make ecto-alloy! We rebuilt the speeder from it and added a camouflage circuit. Now it can change shape into whatever will blend into the surrounding environment for any ghost hunting scenario."

"And the best part is, it even gives off an ecto-signature! Those spooks won't know what hit 'em when you ambush 'em from this one Mads!"

A transforming vehicle with its own ecto-signature to hide inside? Yeah, that might work, even though Danny remembered the camouflage feature had been a short-lived modification because of how often it would get stuck and have to be put through a hard-reset to get it changing again. And judging by the way the Infinimap was subtly tugging towards the improved speeder that's exactly what it brought him here for.

"Mom, Dad, whatever happens next, I love you, and I'm sorry."

"Danny, sweetie, is something wrong?"

"More than I have time to explain, mom. Look, if you see Jazz... If this timeline... Just, tell Jazz I love her too, ok?"

"Dann'o, you're scaring us."

"I know. I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll have the chance to be able to forgive me for this. Going Ghost!"

Ok. He had made it into the speeder. The new metal wasn't phase-proof, there were pros and cons to that, ones he would consider later if he made it that far. At least the interior was pretty much unchanged, so he'd been able to get the speeder started before he'd heard the sound of a clock tolling and his parents' banging on the door had suddenly stopped.

He'd gunned it into the portal quickly enough to get into the relative safety of the zone before its stop sign frame and hazard pattern doors dissolved into obliterated nothingness along with everything else he had been able to see, or sense, of his home dimension...

Something else to be stuffed in the trauma box to be unpacked never if he was ever able to stop running 'later,' something to unpack 'later.'

The tugging in his hand was getting stronger, so at least he was probably heading in roughly the right direction.

He tried veering a little to the right to see if he could get a better sense for the direction the map was tugging, only for its pull to remain unchanged.

Confused, Danny glanced down to see it was actually tugging towards the dashboard.

Or rather, the ectoplasm- all that remained of Dani... 'LATER!'- which coated it was tugging towards the dashboard.

Desperately hoping this meant there might be something of his favorite halfa left to save, Danny pressed the coated map to the dashboard, and prayed.

Within seconds, the map was gone, absorbed into the speeder. Then things got even weirder.

Weirder than the group of ancients putting aside their many feuds to team up on him had been.

Stranger than those ancients somehow getting the Observants on their side.

More out of the blue than the Observants using their binding vow with Clockwork to force him to try to eliminate any timelines with Danny in them, as well as anyone who was even part Danny.

It had been a hell of a day.

And now the speeder had apparently grown absolutely gigantic after absorbing the Infinimap if the anachrofuturistic room Danny suddenly found himself in was anything to go by.

And according to the view screens it was generating a relativistic time, space, and dimensional tunnel?

Oh Lord. Danny was going to have quite the time explaining this one to his parents if he managed to undo enough of this to have a timeline to return to.

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The tunnel let out in a universe with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm according to the external sensor arrays.

That phrasing! That was Exactly how Clockwork had phrased it the last time Danny had talked with him as 'Clockwork'; after the Observants took control of him with their vow he had called himself Chrona, which was the first thing which clued Danny in that something was wrong.

What was it Clockwork had told him?

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"Local ambient ectoplasm levels are an important consideration for stronger ghosts, Danny. Your perception is skewed by the limits of your experiences, as well as your unique biology, but Amity park and the Infinite Realms as a whole are essentially the top of the scale for ambient ectoplasm levels.

Normally, ectoplasm is a renewable, but much more finite resource. A sufficiently powerful ghost can easily consume all that is available in an area with a normal level before they are able to accomplish anything worth the effort if they aren't extremely frugal with their use of power. Normally, it makes any plans which would involve other realms simply not worth the effort and energy expenditure involved, especially with the additional up-front cost of breaching the veil.

There are even locations with low-to-minimal ambient ectoplasm, which makes them practically immune to ghostly influence. Only the very weakest of shades, ones who require next to no ectoplasm to maintain their current state of existence, can naturally persist in such places. Well, them, and extremely rare exceptions such as Halfa's, whose unique state of existence allows them to generate nearly all of the ectoplasm required to sustain their ghostly half. Any other ghosts would have to gather all of the ectoplasm they would need before going to any such spot, like how the astronauts you love so much need to bring everything for survival with them into deep space.

Actually, the deep space metaphor is particularly apt, as there are whole dimensions with far lower levels of ectoplasm than the one you call home.

Should you ever find yourself able to indulge that space obsession of yours, that would be a good place to do it. Most ghosts would be unable to follow you there, and even those who technically could would have great difficulty sustaining themselves once they arived."

"Geez, Gramps, you're feeling talkative today. Usually I can't get anything nearly this direct out of you."

"It will be important for you to understand your options, my young halfa. Speaking of which, keep in mind that your specific nature is vital to your ability to so easily sustain yourself in such environments. Even other halfas will have much more difficulty surviving in the lowest ecto-level locations as a result of their less balanced compositions. I know your young mirror's obsession also involves exploration, but she would require near constant fulfillment of her obsessions to have a hope of generating enough to get by without supplementation for you or another living being with a similar drive to seek new experiences. Mr. Masters would be better off due to his greater degree of human biology, but would also be hindered by the less complete connection to his ghost side. He would likely find transformation essentially impossible outside of survival scenarios- though you yourself probably would as well- and even his human form would experience side-effects like pounding headaches, or the constant sound of his heart pounding in his ears like a drum as it was pushed to maintain his starving ghostly side."

"I'm sure Dani and I could manage. And if we couldn't, we could always call you to pick us up."

"Untrue, actually. Any location with low enough levels to cause young Danielle to suffer would also be extremely difficult for me to reach. Such low levels could require anywhere from days to centuries in order to push enough ectoplasm through the veil to form a link, possibly more if an entity- such as an injured halfa- or anomaly- such as a rift of any kind- on the other side is draining whatever bleeds through. Your own presence may act to shorten that time somewhat if you can generate enough ectoplasm on site, but even then I would have to find you first. My abilities as an ectoplasmic entity rely wholly on manipulation of ectoplasm, and that includes my near omniscience. Should you ever find yourself in a location with sufficiently low ectoplasm, I would have a great deal of difficulty locating you; the link between our cores would mean that I would always be able to locate you eventually, but you would need to stay in one place for quite a while, which would rather defeat the purpose of emergency rescue."

"So if I ever need to hide from you because I actually manage to pull a prank on you which you don't see coming, all I have to do is find and then literally flee to one of a very select subset of alternate dimensions?"

"Pretty much. Although if you're hiding from me you would want to actively muddy the waters as well."

"Setting aside that I don't think I'd ever want to hide from you, Gramps, muddy the waters?"

"I'm a conceptual entity, Danny. I anchor to that concept in every single reality in which it exists. If the concept of time is sufficiently redirected to something or someone else to any degree, whatever portion has been redirected is therefore unavailable for me to latch onto. The same idea applies to Nocturn not being able to enter the DC Dimension because of their Dream of the Endless. Meanwhile, Pandora could enter almost at a whim if not for her guard duties, because that universe associates hope with her almost directly. In my case, anything strongly associated with the flow and concept of time could hinder me, while spreading my own name would allow me a greater share of any ectoplasm generated by the dimension.

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Ok.

Danny could work with this.

He would have to keep traveling so that Clockwork- no, it was Chrona now- couldn't lock onto him or Dani-fused-to-the-dimensionally-traveling-speeder (He would have to workshop that).

If possible, he would also have to find a way to make a myth associated with time in an abnormal manner; the question was how to do that?

And he would need to do all of this while expending as little of his ectoplasm as possible, and probably supplementing Dani's whenever he could if she was ever going to have any chance of reconstituting.

He could definitely work with this; he refused to accept otherwise.

Maybe his parents had left some things he could use in the speeder before they were- 'Later!'

Hmm... No tools lying around... There was the weapons locker, but he should probably use whatever was in those ecto-batteries immediately so they wouldn't act as some kind of concentrated-ecto-homing-beacon. Maybe they could help Dani heal?

As he brought the disconnected batteries to the console in the center of the room, he saw it. There, sticking out of one of the panels which would probably have originally been the cup-holder in the center console before everything was transformed, was his dad's favorite 'screwdriver.' Not that it was even remotely recognizable as a screwdriver anymore; his dad had modified it so many times that it looked more like a futuristic laser pointer now. It had become his favorite hobby project before he was- 'LATER!'

He recognized this one as the version which required next to no ectoplasm to work, but as a trade-off had been completely unable to interact with wood for some reason. Something about still partially living matter and destructive interference with foreign emotional resonance as a naturally evolving survival mechanism in- Ramble 'later', focus on surviving now.

And Danny was actually starting to feel like he could find a way to survive with what he had. It was like his dad had always said about the screwdriver.

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"See how many things it can do now, Dann'O! If I had tried to turn it into this version from the start it never would have worked; I would have gotten frustrated and had to move onto some other project for the sake of my sanity, and our house's walls. But since I took it one small change at a time, look at what I've been able to turn it into.

Incremental change, son! It's how any real change happens. If you want to accomplish something big, you try to choose the things which you think will lead towards wherever you want to end up, especially when they won't get you all the way there, big easy changes like that almost never stick for one reason or another. Over time those small steps add up, and you end up somewhere a lot better than where you started. So, what do you think you can do to apply that to working on your grades?"

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Yeah, Danny could start to do something with what he had. He was still half alive, and could keep himself that way as long as he never stopped running long enough for Chrona to find and catch up to him. He had a Time and Dimensional and Relativistic Space ship (still not quite right, but better) with Dani fused into it to help him do just that. And he had his dad's screwdriver and advice.

So where should he start?

Well, if he wanted to build a myth, and to fulfill his obsessions wherever possible, protecting people while exploring all of time and space was probably as good a way as any. A time-traveling madman with an ever-changing camouflaged space-ship and a 'screwdriver', just passing through, helping out, was sure to get some attention.

It just needed a name to really give people something to latch onto.

He had just gotten his doctorate in engineering before everything went to hell, but as much as he'd like to use Dr. Fenton, that was just laying down a trail and begging Chrona to follow. His real name would probably have to be a closely guarded secret; the title was good though, so instead, he would just call himself

The Doctor.

Now, where should he run to next?

#danny phantom #tw major character death #tw light gore #TW light body horror #All the death is off screen #but theyre still dead so be warned #dp x doctor who #doctor who

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thewulf · 1 year

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Whatever The Hell This Is || Joel Miller

Summary: Reader and Joel butt heads a lot, they're both very sure of themselves. Tess has to be the mediator alot of the time... Read Rest Here

A/N: This was fun to write. Let me know if you liked it :)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Y/N

Word Count: 6,100+

“You’re so fucking annoying!” You whisper yelled to Joel giving him a less than friendly glare before heading off towards the exchange point in the restricted zone outside the QZ. You’d had it up to your head with him. This is why you hated going out with him.

“I didn’t ask you to come!” He shot back not bothering to keep his voice down like you attempted to just seconds before.

“Well neither did I! Tess invited both of us for fucks sake.” You didn’t bother turning around knowing he was sending daggers into your back.

“I’m not sure why I did.” Tess sighed knowing she had to mediate before one of you bit the others head off. She tolerated the both of you equally. Unfortunately for her the both of you had a problem with the other. It made trips like this interesting to say the least and why she avoided them at all costs, “You both act like toddlers every fucking time.”

You sighed slowing down a bit matching stride with your longtime friend, “I’m sorry Tess. I was going to play nice. The Joel had to go and open his mouth…”

“I was just suggesting another route!” He defended himself getting annoyed by you now. He was getting tired of you biting his head off every time he suggested something.

“You always question me! You never questions Tess’s decisions.” You challenged him raising your voice now. Joel always had a knack for getting under your skin. You lost your composure all too often around the stubborn man.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, both of you shut up. I’ll make the decisions. Yeah?” Tess’s eyes were wide as if she was punishing her own children.

Grumbling, you answered her, “Yeah fine, whatever.” You walked behind her keeping your eyes on her back and not on Joel’s who found his stride beside her. Figures, he got exactly what he wanted. He trusted Tess, never questioning her decisions. Tess was a natural leader and Joel fell right in line. He clearly didn’t feel the same about you. It felt like he picked a fight any time you were allowed to have a say. Sure, you were a few years younger, but you were here just like he was. You were a fighter and survivor just like he was.

Truthfully, you didn’t even hate the guy. You looked up to him just as much as you looked up to Tess. It always seemed like he had the problem with you though. Whatever the hell it was you would love to fix it. You even talked with Tess about it. She said she’d talk with Joel about it but had yet to get back to you just yet.

The walk continued in silence as both you and Joel were protesting. It wasn’t often the three of you all went out on a run. It was usually just either you and Tess or Tess and Joel. This was a big order though; she needed all hands-on deck for this one resulting in you and Joel joining together. You wished he could just see you as an equal, but you were afraid you’d never get there.

You were so in your own head you hardly heard Tess stop and sigh. Nearly running into Joel, you decided it’d be better to walk into the wall of the hallway building instead. He gave you a confused look when you saw you walk right into the wall. You tried to shrug it off, “What’s up Tess?” Whispering again you ignored Joel and his glare instead turning your attention back to her.

“Door’s blocked.” Her husky voice sounded tired, “Wasn’t last week. Dammit.”

Taking a look around you pointed up, “Can climb up and over. Looks like the building collapsed.”

Joel’s eyes snapped up surveying the scene of crumbling building before him, “No, that’s too dangerous.” Joel didn’t know a ton, but he knew buildings from his days before the outbreak. Being a contractor did sort of help with stuff like this.

“Come on.” You sighed dropping the rifle strap from your shoulder. You handed it to Tess who gave you a funny look. She surely wasn’t going to stop you, but it sounded like Joel was about to try, “It’s fine Joel. Somebody’s got to go.”

“What if it collapsed yesterday? It could still be unstable.” He looked around for a better option sighing when he came up short.

You shook your head offloading your backpack from your shoulders, “It’s fine. It’s had plenty of time to settle. It’s too late to turn around now anyway. It’ll take us another four hours to double back. We don’t have that kind of time.”

Joel frowned acknowledging what you had to say. He knew that you were right. It still didn’t make him happy though, “I’ll go then.” He offered up.

But your insecurities got the better of you, “Do you not trust me?” You let your frustrations out with a louder than necessary at that snap back.

Joel threw his head back biting his tongue. He trusted you. He just didn’t want to see you get hurt. He’d seen you almost get hurt too many times to count. It wasn’t always like you put yourself into precarious situations, but he’s had to save you one too many times. So, he made it his duty to protect you. You never seemed to take well to it. Always fighting back whenever he suggested something. Sure, he could’ve communicated with you, but he wasn’t the best with words. He knew he’d fuck it up more if he tried to explain himself, so he let you think the worst instead.

Shaking his head he answered, “I trust you.” He finally spoke after a long moment.

“Then I’m going.” Huffing you hoisted yourself up over the broken wall.

“You’re going to get hurt.” His frown deepened seeing you climb.

Standing you looked down at the two of them, “I’ll be fine. Plus, the opening over there is pretty narrow, I don’t think you’d fit Joel.”

He sighed, “Fine.” Leaning against the wall he gave Tess a look.

“Be careful Y/N.” Tess spoke out seeing the concern on his eyes. She knew there was something there. At least on his end. He’d never ever admit anything to her though. There was always something unspoken Tess noticed between the two of you. Two people couldn’t bicker like you did without feeling something.

“Yeah, yeah.” You shot her a smile before beginning your climb over to the hallway. Walking slowly, you took note of Joel’s concerns. You’d had the same ones. Fresh crumbles were always pretty dangerous, but you wanted to put on brave face. You had to be useful. Had to prove yourself to them.

It took you a lot longer than it normally would as you paced slowly trying to find an opening. There was always a way. Smiling when you saw light coming from a little further you made your way over to the narrow hole. You wouldn’t fit. Pulling a few rocks out of the way you knew you had to go slow, or it could collapse in on itself.

You heard it before you felt it. The rocks gave out below you sending you down to the hallway with rocks falling all around. Damn this was the absolute worst-case scenario. Covering your head, you waited for the sound to settle before releasing the grip you were holding over yourself.

It could’ve been worse. Much, much worse you decided as you threw the rock off your side surveying your surroundings. You could’ve been completely pinned by a rock, that would’ve sucked. You would’ve had to wait until one of them rescued you. That would have been so terribly embarrassing.

Feeling the adrenaline kick in you brushed your clothes back over your side. Standing up you looked down seeing the deep gash on your side and the blood that flowed down your side. It didn’t look great, but it wasn’t show stopping. Deciding to just let your clothes stop the bleeding you pressed your shirt back down to your side. Keeping pressure on your side you made your way to the door that was blocked by some rubble. Thankfully, nothing major.

“You, okay?” You heard Tess through the door, “We heard some noise on the other side of the door.”

“Yeah, rocks fell when I tried to find a way in. I’m all good though.” You partially lied. You were fine. That wasn’t a lie. Finally, you moved the rocks enough to open the door enough for them to slip through.

She surveyed you quickly before turning back to Joel, “Let’s go then. Can’t waste any more time.”

You nodded letting Joel go in front. You didn’t really want him to see you limping just yet. You were hoping the ore you walked the less you’d limp. Loosen the muscles as your mom had always told you. In the pre-outbreak world, she was a nurse at the local hospital. You always tried to remember her handy tricks. Thankfully Joel didn’t think much of your insistence for him to go first. He nodded his head and followed Tess down the long hallway.

You thought you were fine until you made it to the stairs. The adrenaline was wearing off and the up and down movement was killing your hip. You frowned looking down at your side seeing the blood seeping right through your shirt. Maybe the gash was a bit deeper than you initially thought it was. You didn’t really have an option other than to keep going so you placed your shirt back down onto your side covering the wound back up with the already bloody shirt. You thanked your lucky stars that Tess had antibiotic ointment at her place. Fedra was still good for something.

Joel noticed something was up when you weren’t on his tail. That was usually how you proved you were good enough. By always being right there. Trying your best to one up him. But when he turned and didn’t see you right behind him it concerned him a bit. He looked up the spiral staircase from which he had just walked down with Tess and saw you making your way down, slowly. It was too dark to make out your facial features so he couldn’t see if you were in pain, but he knew something was up.

Joel waved Tess on letting her know he was waiting on you. She gave Joel a brief nod of her head and a small smirk before vanishing off down the hallway. He positioned himself at the bottom of the staircase looking up, waiting for you.

You mildly panicked when you saw him at the bottom as you made the final turn. You fucking hated spiral staircases and this reminded you why. They sucked when you weren’t hurt but man, they gave you no mercy when you were injured. Trying your best to normally walk you descended down the final steps. You knew you failed to hide the twinge of pain that crossed your face though. You were never good at hiding facial expressions.

“What’s wrong?” Joel grumbled pulling you along with him. Casually taking your hand in his he made you keep his pace which was a little too fast for you at the moment.

“Nothing’s wrong. Why are you asking?” You were far too out of breath from climbing down the steps and Joel noticed it as you sucked a big breath in trying to stabilize yourself back out.

Joel dropped your hand as he stopped walking down the long dark hallway, “Cut the shit. What’s wrong?”

“I really don’t…”

“Y/N.” He hardly used your first name, and it took you by surprise every time he did. This time was no different. He was giving you a look he’d only reserved for Tess usually. One that made him seem so much softer than the Joel you were used to.

You sighed knowing he caught you. Lifting your hand from your side his eyes went wide seeing the blood nearly coat half the side of your shirt and pants. How had he not seen it?

“It looks worse than it is...”

He cut you off, “What happened? Was it the rocks? I told you to be careful!” He let out an exasperated groan studying your side. He didn’t ask for permission as he carefully peeled back the t-shirt that clung to your side sticky with blood. Dropping down to a knee he frowned noting that you’d probably need quite a few stithes. The cut ran deep along the side of your hip. It must’ve been incredibly painful to put any weight on it. He admired your ability to try and hide the pain from him.

“Well, actually Tess said to be careful.”

He didn’t stop the very quiet laugh that escaped his lips, “Yeah, well whatever. She told you to be careful. This is the opposite of careful.” He quickly shrugged off his backpack. Taking his flannel off he wrapped it around your side tying it tight making sure the wound would stop bleeding. He didn’t like how much blood he saw on your clothes. It was too much already. Anymore lost and you’d be fainting on them.

“Sorry.” You weren’t sure why you were apologizing. You had never apologized to the man before. Yet here you were at his mercy. All he had to do was a simple kind gesture and you were practically weak at the knees, “Thank you.” You brushed your hand over his flannel. You watched as he stood, placing his backpack straps back on his shoulders.

“Don’t mention it. Can you walk?” He asked, not taking his eyes from yours. Letting you take the lead this time.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You winced as you began back down the hallway.

Joel easily kept pace as you limped along. Sure, enough the longer you walked the less the limp was evident. Long pauses were just your enemy as this point. Finally, you made it out on the other side of the building. Tess was standing on the outside scouting for any infected. You could never be too sure. One day a route may be completely fine, the next it could be full of them. You’d seen it far too many times.

She spun back around once she heard the two of you exit from the building. She spotted Joel’s flannel around your waist before she saw the slight limp you were walking with. Raising an eyebrow, she waited until you made it next to her before speaking, “Care to explain?”

Shaking your head you answered her, “Not really.”

She snorted, “You never stop do you?”

“Want me to?” You smiled putting your weight on your good side. You knew this break was going to cause for a painful walk. Maybe you could just sit here while they went on the run. Who were you kidding? Joel would never let you. As annoyed as he always seemed to be with you, he was nothing short of protective. Always, he put your and Tess’s safety in front of his. For that you tried to be extra cautious. You were going at a turtle’s pace on the roof, it was quite unfortunate you’d managed to hurt yourself anyway. You hadn’t thought yourself as clumsy but maybe you were. You’d thought back on all the times Joel had saved you in the past fifteen years, as long as you’d known him. Maybe he had a point to make sure you were thinking things through, you’d had a knack for getting yourself into some rather precarious situations.

“Please don’t. Need some humor around here. He’s as dry as fucking hay.” Tess smiled at you, “Now tell me, what happened.”

It was easier to show than tell but Joel had tied you up tight and you didn’t care to have him redo it in front of Tess. You’d never hear the end of it from her. She’d already slowly started saying that Joel had feelings for you, but you shut her down every time. Truthfully, you’d love if Joel would have feelings for you, but you knew that’d never happen. The man was as cold as a stone wall. He’d shut himself down a long time ago.

“I lied a little earlier. I’m still good. But I hit a rock on my way down. Cut my side up pretty good.” You sighed not sure what else to say.

“She’ll need stitches.” Joel added in after you paused.

Tess frowned, “Can you still go on? I mean we can do this another day…”

“We’re almost there. I can carry stuff on my back still. I might not be as fast but let’s go.” You took off as fast as you can. Limp evident.

Joel hesitated but nodded to Tess as she waited for his thoughts. The two worked as a team to assess you every so often. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust you it’s just that you pushed yourself past your limits a little too often. They took it upon themselves to look out for you even if you didn’t notice.

“She’ll be fine. It looked like it was slowing down. I tied it up pretty good anyway. I can stitch it up when we’re back. No need to go to the hospital. No questions asked.” He whispered in Tess’s ear as he followed behind you.

She nodded following along. It didn’t take long for her to overpass you. Joel stayed behind making sure you were okay. Before you knew it you were at the rendezvous point in the middle of the decaying city. You took a seat on a broken stone as both Joel and Tess went inside for the trade.

Placing your elbows on your knees and your chin in your palms you took long deep breaths. The loss of blood was starting to get to your vision as you started to see black dots dancing in your line of sight. Shit. You knew it wasn’t good. Hopefully you could catch your breath before the two of the emerged with the traded goods.

You felt a hand on your shoulder sending you straight into a defensive stance, “Don’t do that!” Placing a hand over your chest you were almost thankful for the rush of adrenaline as it took your mind off the pain of your side.

“I’m sorry.” Joel’s eyes softened seeing your panicked expression, “Tess called your name a few times. Are you alright?” He took a step forward testing the waters.

You put your hands down, “Yeah sorry. Was just thinking.” You lied. Shooting them both a lazy smile you tossed him your empty bookbag, “Load it up then let’s go home.” The second smaller burst of adrenaline was wearing off as you stood there. This walk home was going to be a painful one. Especially thinking about how you had to walk up and over the courthouse safely.

He handed you back the heavy sack. It was a lot heavier than you were expecting and it almost slipped from your grip. You winced as you tossed the bag over your shoulders.

Joel noticed. He wasn’t planning on taking his eyes off of you. You were acting weird. He knew it was from the blood loss. He eyed your side and was satisfied to see that it wasn’t soaking through the flannel at the very least. It must have all just been catching up with your brain. As long as you stayed functional the group would be okay.

“Are you sure?” Joel asked so only you would hear, not Tess.

You nodded, “Yeah, for now at least.” You admitted as you saw those damn black dots start dancing in your vision again.

“Say something if you need to slow down, okay?” He stated more than asked. He wouldn’t even mind if he needed to carry you for a bit. He’d take cruel joy in doing so. Upset that you were hurt but thrilled he would have you so close. A catch 22.

“Okay.” You began your walk back. Slowly you moved. It became easier as you imagined relaxing on Tess’s couch instead of taking a three-mile trek back to the dingy apartments. Her couch was comfier than your bed. You’d spent far too many nights on her couch by ‘accident’ or so you’d say. Beds hadn’t been manufactured in what? Twenty years… they were less than stellar these days. Couches seemed to stay far more intact through the outbreak.

Seeing Joel so kind to you was throwing you off. You weren’t sure if it was genuine or not. All the two of you could seem to do for the last fifteen years is argue. You’d met Tess in the QZ working the graveyard shift moving trash around all those years ago. She was twenty-five-year-old woman trying to find her footing and you were… a mess. You were only fifteen on outbreak day. Being one of the lucky ones you escaped the madness with your older brother and dad. By the time you were eighteen your father had passed. Your brother didn’t make it much longer, killed in a gun fight the next year. Feeling hopeless and alone you jumped from job to job trying to find a purpose or a meaning in the hopeless world.

You ran into Tess not long after. Becoming partners with Tess made it so you were automatically linked to Joel fucking Miller. The man who was so freaking handsome but made your life a living hell. Joel Miller had mastered the art of getting under your skin. Questioning your every decision. Making you feel so utterly useless. You’d tried your best to ignore the man but being around Tess meant Joel was always following closely behind. Tess was too much of an advantage to cut out of your life. You just learned to live with Joel. Had it crossed your mind to actually talk to the man? Sure. But you were far too chicken to do so. You truly felt emotionally stunted as a fifteen your old. Your brain was stuck on the day the outbreak happened.

Joel noticed you started to slow down substantially after about a mile or so into the walk. At first, he slowed to keep pace with you. It got too much when he saw you starting to trip and stagger over your own feet. The two of you were eerily similar. Stubborn beyond belief. He knew you wouldn’t ask for help until your feet literally wouldn’t move forward anymore. So, he sped up a bit walking by your side, “Doing okay?” He asked raising his eyebrow and keeping his arm raised ready to catch you.

“Uh, yeah. A little tired.” You answered without looking up to him. A dirty filthy lie. Not really believing you had it in you to make it back you stared straight ahead. Your eyes were feeling far too heavy for how long you had left on the walk back.

“Here.” Joel ran his arm along your back lifting you slightly using his arm and shoulder to take some weight off your feet. This was easily the closest you’ve even been to him and if you weren’t currently feeling like you were about to pass out you were sure the closeness would have made you feel the same way.

“Thanks.” You mumbled feeling, quite literally, light on your feet as Joel took most of your weight from you. He must’ve noticed how bad you were really starting to feel when he pulled you into him completely. You weren’t even sure how the two of you were walking at this point or how he was holding onto you so assuredly at such an awkward angle.

Tess looked back slowing down seeing your state of near unconsciousness, “Is she going to make it?” She asked quietly hoping you wouldn’t hear.

Joel shook his head, “Don’t think so. Let’s keep moving.” He held you even tighter. You wanted to protest but he was right.

“Joel, I don’t…” Your breathing was becoming heavy. You knew what this meant. Those stupid black dots started dancing once more as you literally tripped over your feet.

“Y/N?” He asked stopping.

“I don’t feel so good.” You uttered out before the black dots consumed your vision entirely. Darkness took over before you knew it.

“Oh, good you’re awake.” Tess clapped her hands after seeing your eyes open bringing your attention right to her. Turns out either she or Joel were taking shifts watching you. Making sure you were still breathing, deciding it was far too risky to take you to the Fedra hospital. Too many incriminating questions would be asked.

“Hmm, yeah.” Finding your voice, you tried sitting up before Tess pushed you right back down into the couch. Pushing your shoulders down gently she shook her head back and forth.

“No moving. I just put 30 stitches in your side. You’re not ripping them out first thing.” She pointed her finger at you before turning her head and yelling towards the bedroom where Joel was probably napping.

“Joel, she’s awake!” She bellowed earning a grimace from you still trying to reorient yourself with your surroundings. It’s a bit startling to collapse in the restricted zone and wake but up in the QZ.

Tess smirked before turning her attention back to you, “You scared the shit out of him. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned away so she wouldn’t see the heat that rose to your cheeks, “How long was I out? Just a little blood loss.” Attempting to steer the conversation in your direction you should’ve known Tess wasn’t dropping it. What Tess wanted Tess got, you learned that early.

“A night. You’re actually up way sooner than I would’ve thought. Joel finally went to bed an hour ago. Stayed up alllllll night watching you.”

You sighed wanted to smother yourself with the pillow, “Okay great.”

She laughed, a hearty one, finding too much enjoyment out of this. In another world she could’ve seen herself with Joel. But that wasn’t her reality. Her reality was the two of you being idiots not admitting their actual feelings. Something that she had tried time and time and time again to get either of you to admit. But you were too similar. Too fucking stubborn. She was tired of it. The constant bickering and almost fights. How two people could be so similar and refuse to see eye to eye was baffling to her.

“Is that really all you’ve got to say?” She sat at your feet eyeing the door to the bedroom. He must’ve truly passed out because she was sure he was going to come barreling through the door the second you woke up.

Groaning you turned your back towards her, “What do you want me to say Tess?”

She shrugged, “Anything.”

“I did! I said, and I quote, ‘Okay, great.’” You smiled to yourself knowing just how much that probably pissed her off. Just as Joel had a knack for getting under your skin you’d mastered the art of pissing Tess off.

This time she sighed, “Look, I really haven’t seen him like that before. He was stressed. You may not ever want to admit it, but he has feelings for you. And I have the sneaking suspicion that you feel the same.”

“Doesn’t matter what either of us feel Tess.” It stung but you needed to get it out, “You don’t get to have feelings in this world. I can have all the fucking feelings in the world, and it doesn’t change a thing, Tess. You know it. I know it. And he certainly knows it!” You bit your lip to stop the word vomit that was about to come spewing out of your mouth.

Squeezing your calf, she waited until she got your attention again. Flicking your eyes up to her you listened to her every word. As much as you hated to admit it Tess was way more often right than she was wrong. That’s why you and Joel let her lead so often, it was her. She was built for this. You were too, just in a different role.

“You’re not going to want to hear me and that’s fine. It is what it is. I think you’re just deflecting. Just like he is. It’s fine. I get it. I do it too. He lost Sarah. You lost your mom, dad, and brother within a few years. I lost my fiancée. It’s hard to trust. It’s hard not to worry. But God dammit you’re only going to be here for so long. You could get bit tomorrow Y/N. Enjoy the time you have together.” She paused letting you take it in. She’s tried to get through to you in the past, but this was a different method she had yet to try, leveling it even.

It took you a moment to respond. Your back was facing the bedroom door, Tess facing the same direction. The both of you just looking at each other waiting for you to respond. Neither of you noticing Joel opened the door quietly listening in on the conversation. He knew it was wrong, but he wasn’t exactly making himself hidden either.

He might’ve heard the beginning of your conversation too. Tess had tried time and time again to convince him of your feelings, but he brushed it off. It didn’t make sense to him. Why would somebody so young and free want to be tied down with somebody old and ragged like him? He couldn’t do that to you. But in the process of pushing you away he hurt you in the worst way. He made you second guess yourself. And in this world that could’ve been a death sentence in itself. He had to make it right. One way or another.

“I don’t think it’s me Tess.” You sighed closing your eyes, “I promise I won’t start an argument but I’m certainly not ending one if it’s started. And Joel certainly starts a lot of them.” Joel frowned while crossing his arms over his chest. Was he really that combative with you? You sounded so defeated talking to her.

She let out another small laugh, “Fair, I’ll whip that old man into shape.”

“You’ll do what now?” He spoke up from behind the couch sending you both into a minor panic.

“Christ Joel!” She stood from her spot, “Glad you’re up. So, is Y/N.” Tess smiled sweetly as she walked over to you pushing you down at your shoulders once more, “What did I say? 30 stitches. Rest. Don’t move just yet. I’ll get you up later.” She scolded you before stepping away giving room for Joel.

“Fine, mom.” You rolled your eyes feeling utterly useless laying there.

“How are you feeling?” Joel asked stepping in front of Tess. Tess was right, he had been worried. Really worried. In all the years you’ve worked together none of you got seriously injured. Not enough to pass out on the job like that.

After you passed out Joel tossed you, and the backpack, over his shoulder for the walk home. The already heavy load got quite a bit heavier. He was exhausted when they made it back. But he could think about sleeping. Not when your side was bleeding like that. Not when he could lose you in the next few hours. He watched, and helped, as Tess stitched you up as best as she could. She decided she was going to do the stitching since she had steadier hands than Joels.

He'd protested over and over again about going to bed until the next afternoon when his eyes literally wouldn’t stay up. Tess let him sleep in her bed and promised she’d be watching over you. He knew the worst was over. If you weren’t going to make it, you’d be gone by now. So, he went to sleep. What felt like moments later he was awoken to Tess’s yell. It took him longer than it should’ve to reorient himself being thrown off by Tess’s bedroom. But when he did, he caught the conversation going on between the two of you, about him.

“Surprisingly okay.” You didn’t lie. Your side was aching, but it didn’t hurt, not yet anyway. It might hurt later when Tess put you on your feet.

“Yeah?” He took a step forward kneeling down, so he was more level with you knowing you didn’t have much mobility at the moment. Especially with your nurse being Tess the drill sergeant.

Your eyes really took in in his face. Fuck. Had you really looked at Joel before? He was so handsome. Even being nearly fifteen years older than you it didn’t seem to stop your brain from ogling him. You were going to have a word with Tess after this. Her stupid words got into your head. They let you go soft for the man.

“Yeah. I’d get up but Tess won’t let me.”

“Tess knows best.” Joel flashed you a rare smile.

“That’s right.” She chirped from the small kitchen. Walking out shortly after she put her shoes on while talking to the both of you, “I’m getting dinner for tonight. Anybody need anything?”

“I’m okay.” You spoke. Joel simply nodded letting her know he was good as well.

“Good. Wasn’t going to make a special stop anyway. See you two later.” She shot you a not-so-subtle wink before vanishing through the front door leaving you very alone with Joel fucking Miller. The man you had yet, in your fifteen years of knowing him, had a truly proper conversation with.

Joel still on a knee took a seat, leaning back on the couch as he sat on the floor, “Is it true?”

“Is what true?” You asked wanting to sit up, but you knew Joel wouldn’t let you either. The wrath of Tess was far worse than any nasty words you’d throw his way.

“Are you actually feeling, okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Really. I feel fine.” You looked up at the ceiling counting the water spots instead of looking at him. He was so damn close. Your heads could’ve been touching if you rolled onto your side to give him a proper once over.

“I’m sorry.” He too looked forward. It wasn’t easy for him admitting when he was wrong. When he heard how hurt you sounded earlier talking about him with Tess. He was learning that it was his way of deflecting.

Shaking your head, you were more confused than ever, “For what?”

“Always questioning you.”

It was so simple. Such a simple apology that made your heart soar, “You hear that conversation?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged trying to play whatever was happening off as coolly as he could.

“What do you say then?” You decided to be a little bolder than you would ever have dreamed of. Because why not? Maybe Tess had a point.

He took a moment considering his words this time, “I think you should enjoy the time you have left here.”

It felt like your heart literally stopped. Was he being serious? Was this him making his move? Could something actually be happening?

“You think?” You answered. You would’ve come up with some better response, but it felt like your brain was short circuiting.

He nodded his head, “I know Tess is right. She always is. I also know that I’m tired. I’m tired of always fighting with you. I’m tired of you hating me for it. I wish we could just start over and wash away the last fifteen years.” The man of few words spoke more honestly than he had in a long time. A lifetime.

You thought for a moment before coming up with a simple solution, “We don’t have to start over, but we can start fresh. How does that sound?” You said so quietly you didn’t know if he heard you or not.

He turned his entire body to you. Giving you his full attention “Are you being serious?”

You hummed in response mimicking him, turning your body completely towards him, “Sure, why not? It’s our world, we make the rules now.”

Another rare smile crossed his features as you listened to him laugh. God, you loved the sound of him laughing. You loved most of the things he did. He was a simple man with a very simple plan. Do what it takes to survive. His philosophy is why you’d made it so long.

“You’re right. It’s our world. I’m Joel. It’s going to be nice to get to know you.” You were beginning to think those smiles weren’t so rare. You just had to learn how to tap into him to get him to give you them.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to officially meet you Joel.” You couldn’t help the quiet giggle that left your mouth, “Here’s to figuring out whatever the hell this is.”

He nodded not dropping the smile, “To whatever the hell this is.”

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hehe so ever since you talked about college au!pepe i’ve been… doing a lot little thinking (maybe like everyday since) so im gonna give you something to read bc YOU MADE ME THINK ABOUT IT 🫵 now you have to deal with me. hopefully this gives you some inspoooo and a lil smth to think about bc i had way too much fun just thinking ab it LOLL

FIRST OFF ure so right with sebas, chris and pepe being college besties!!! like i think instead of living in dorms, they’d definitely share an apartment together jdbdjfjdjf i tried thinking about who gets to choose the furniture and decos in said apartment but i feel like they’d be giggling at everything they see at ikea, and they’d bicker about whose choices are better so apartment decor shopping takes wayyyy longer than necessary with these 3 and in the end they probs made a google form of their choices (like couches, lamps, dining table…), make their families vote and just buy whatever the families’ top picks are 😭

and somehow, pepe SCREAMS insane pining to me. hear me out… this man is career focused. not interested in anything besides his studies, he lowkey struck me as someone who would want to be a little bit more stable on his feet before he thinks about a relationship? especially with his newfound freedom of moving away from home to live with his best friends too. sure, the thought of having a girlfriend in college doesn’t puts him off or anything but it’s not something he actively seeks either ??? it’s nice and all but he thinks spending his time studying, hanging out with sebas and chris and his other friends, and going back home to visit his family during breaks is just as nice, if not, even nicer. sebas, even more so than chris, thinks pepe should loosen up a bit and would actively TRY to set up pepe on dates after dates with the single girls in his major for like the first semester and eventually gives up because pepe would either 1. cancel on them last minute bc he “forgot he has a presentation tmrw” (he does not!) or 2. could not care less!!! the girlies in sebas major–who fell victim to his date arrangements with pepe–would glare at sebas the day after (bc of wtvr pepe did) and every time he’s like 🥲 guys? 🥲 what did i do? 🥲

that leads me back to the main point: pepe is acquaintance to friends to ??? to lovers coded. LIKEE i can only imagine him getting together and potentially entertain the idea of a relationship with someone he KNOWS. reader (or yn?!) would be friends with sebas or chris because they have classes together, or maybe yn are friends w their girlfriends bc girl power 🥺🤘🏻 and then yn became friends w sebas and chris too so now she has no choice but be dragged everywhere to their hangouts and everything bc they love her!!! (or maybe bonus reader and pepe has like 1 or 2 class together but he never noticed until now) and pepe is a little bit confused every time bc like ? why do you keep bringing this random girl to our hangouts ?? eventually he came around and just accepts that reader will be everywhere he is now bc his friends would not leave you out of a hangout plan. idk how yet but when reader and pepe’s relationship shifted friends-ish to ??? zone he’s a bit like… okay that’s weird. he doesn’t know what it is but he doesn’t like how he feels when he’s around reader anymore like how he did go from tolerating your presence to thinking about every small interactions you guys have ??? like he’s literally losing sleep over it. why does he wish for his fingers to brush yours for longer than necessary when you passed him that bag of chips ?? why is he upset because you asked mark that sits 3rd row from the front for lecture notes, like he’s literally right there, top student of the class ?? why did he offer you his hoodie when you guys’ friends are playing volleyball on a basketball court (don’t ask why and how) one tuesday night in the park nearby just because you shivered a bit ?? i can think of more but i think this is way too long already so i’ll stop here for now JDHDJFJF

up for debate but sebas looks like a kinesiology major, and pepe and chris had def make jokes about it more than necessary 😭😭 imagine sebas is like “guys, i can’t hang out my assignment is due today” and pepe is like “what? you have a curling biceps due at 11:59?” and they’d die of laughter bc. teenage boys. everything is funnier than it really is :D

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darling. oh my GOD. this is so!!!! 😭 "now you have to deal with me" oh there's nothing id rather do 🤭

okay first off YES them sharing an apartment is so on point. istg their families would end up getting so tired of their bad taste etc that one day sebas's and pepe's sisters (ive looked all over to find info abt chris's family situation but can't find anything anywhere 😶 so if he too has sisters then they too would be there) just appear at their door for an "intervention!!!" to make sure it all looks at least a little decent...

and yn being friends with chris's and sebas's girlfriends is so 🥺😭

correct me if im wrong but i have a feeling pepe would be interested in something along the lines of maths/physics/science because i think i remember reading somewhere that he liked that when he went to school? he seems like a smart boy to me. like i feel like he would be naturally good at everything he does in school and he could've chosen anything for his major, but he wanted a bit of a challenge so he picked something most ppl would find hard. and yes like you said, career-focused and not rlly interested in much other than his studies (like he strikes me as someone who would actually enjoy studying? esp when he has to work a bit to solve something) so he definitely enjoys that part of the college life.

also he would be a bit of a popular boy (though not the type to be overly boasty about it, more like "what? me? why??"). handsome, friendly, sweet, smart.... and everyone knows he's single, it's kinda common knowledge. so when sebas goes to people and tries to set them up with pepe saying like "oh he would adore you, you're SO his type!!" they get all happy and excited because "pepe!?! im his type??!!". but then they get stood up and eventually that becomes a whole thing lol, everyone knows that he's just a little emotionally unavailable...

and maybe pepe even went through a relationship that ended a bit badly so that contributes to his "i don’t need that drama in my life, i'd rather just study and chill with my friends" 🤷‍♀️

but about his feelings for the reader.... pepe really really didn't see it coming. he's so clueless about what happened and why his feelings changed all of a sudden. why can't he focus on his studies like he used to? why does the thought of her smile cross his mind even when he's solving equations? why is he up until 4am just thinking about her the night before a super important exam?

and suddenly, it's much more likely that he agrees to hangout with the boys (instead of saying that he really has to study like he does way too often) because maybe their girlfriends will come along and maybe they'll have brought you along aswell.

and he starts doing these little things that he can't even figure out himself why he's doing them. like when he knows you're running late for a lecture you share that's always pretty much full, he puts his bag on the seat next to him to make it seem like it's occupied, so that when you make it to class, that seat just happens to be the only free seat in the entire lecture hall... or how he just happens to have a few of those granola bars you love from the campus coffee shop (he totally doesn't keep them in his bag because he knows you don't like having breakfast before your 8:30am thursday lectures and you're usually starving by the time your shared lab class starts).....

i mean ofc it doesn't take long for you to crush on him as well. in a moment of unusual stupidity (there may have been some alcohol involved), you accidentally confess this crush to the girlfriends.... and of course they tell their boyfriends, and it doesn't take long before all of them begin plotting about how to get you together. sebas wants to tell pepe instantly, but chris stops him like "no no no, we have to think this through. this can't be like one of your usual setups, this needs to be properly planned". so they start canceling plans in the last seconds but not telling you or pepe so the two of you end up alone, etc. etc. and you think they're all so obvious that you just wanna crawl under a rock and cry – but pepe is so so oblivious and has no idea. he really thinks it's all coincidences 😭

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okay this is getting too long already but i just wanna share one other thought i had 🥲 this is ofc further down the story but one night you're all out partying at some classmate's apartment, and you drink a little much... and pepe agrees to take you home, but you're way too drunk to even remember what dorm you live in. so instead, he takes you back to the boys' apartment since it's also, conveniently enough, closer to the party. when he walks you down the hall, he's got an arm draped around your waist and you're clinging onto his shirt to even stand up straight... and when you finally get in, pepe gets some makeup wipes from sebas's room and cleans you up 🥺 and then he finds you an oversized shirt and some pajama shorts for you to sleep in. and after he's tucked you into his bed and he's about to leave, your hand reaches for the hem of his shirt.

"please don't sleep on the couch... it's not good for your back, you'll be complaining about back pains all week" (bonus points if you've already stayed over before for some reason and he let you sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch, and now you're all "you complained so much last time")

and he says "no it's fine, really-" but you bat your eyes at him and go "please? for me?" and he eventually gives in, changes into another shirt and a pair of sweatpants and gets in next to you. from there on, it's just a blur for you both... neither of you can recall how you ended up on his chest... or how his hand made its way to the small of your back, holding you against him.....

but it's especially funny because when sebas and chris come home, not only do they think it's strange that pepe's shoes are by the door ("did he come back already? her dorm is a bit away, he can't be back already can he?") – the sight of your heels a few feet away makes them freak. especially when they don't see pepe sleeping on the couch as they'd expected when having you over. and, as the nosy boys they are, they can't help but peek into pepe's room and sure enough, there you two are... cuddled up like you're something more than just a friend of a friend.....

and when you wake up the following morning, you're a little freaked because !! what are we doing !!!! but then you feel pepe start to wake underneath you and you pretend to sleep again because you can't both be awake now; then you would know you both know about this sleeping position and you'd be forced to talk about it. it's much easier if you can both just pretend like it never happened. pepe smoothly gets out of bed, making his way into the kitchen to make some coffee, but he's startled when he finds chris and sebas already in there, watching him with intrigued eyes. pepe goes like "....good morning?" acting subtle and everything, but the boys just can't hold back from the teasing. "we thought you'd bring her back to her own place?" "was that too hard of a task, huh?" & so on....

and you end up texting chris's girlfriend and beg her to bring you some clothes from your dorm, because... the skimpy/flashy outfit you wore to the party yesterday to impress pepe is not something you want to wear out in public at 1pm on a random sunday.... but wearing pepe's clothes all the way back to your dorm doesn't feel like a much better solution either 😵‍💫

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edit: DID I NOT COMMENT ON SEBAS BEING A KINESIOLOGY MAJOR ??? wait it’s 1am so my thoughts aren’t clear rn so i can’t write a lot (about to literally fall asleep) but omg you’re SO right. pepe and chris are not letting a single day pass without making fun of him for it 😭

#trying to work out how the two of them would like eventually actually end up together...#hmmmm #pls your ideas are so 🤯 youre so smart #i love love loved this ask !!! probs my fave ask ive ever received #i love you so much #please dont hold back if you have any other ideas 🥺🥺 you'd be doing me such a favor if you shared shfkhdj #💘💘💘#re-reading this i realize that i switched between “you” and “her” sooo much when talking about yn lmaooo #college!pepe #asks!#anon!#bow anon!#🎀!#pepe marti

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I Hope

Xavier Thorpe x reader

Tyler Galpin x reader

I’m going to try and make this gender neutral/no gender specified, I’m new to writing GN, I’ll go through and edit.

Summary: Xavier cheated and Tylers there for the reader even though they didn’t like him in the past.

I don’t really like doing authors notes, but I thought I’d put this out there, I’m more than welcome to taking requests. Just please keep in mind, I have major ADHD… so it may take me a bit XD … also I’m sorry I write so much angst, idk what’s wrong with me, but I like your not so typical happy ending. My blog is 18+

Warnings: angst, violent outbursts, cheating, cursing, sexual indications, no smut but sexual content.

ITALICS are Flashbacks and regular font is present time!!!

Based on “Happier” by Olivia Rodrigo and a tiktok sound, but I can’t find the OG so I can’t give credit!

“I really hope you’re happy… I truly mean that,” I spoke barely above a whisper and gave a sad smile.

Our first unavoidable bump into finally happened. Xavier and I broke up about a month ago. We have the same friends, we have the same classes, but that was easy to maneuver around. However, we literally bumped into each other as I walked out of the Weathervane with Enid.

“I am,” he nodded with a guilty face, but a smile that said he moved on.

I walked away, linking my arm with Enid, one so she’d take the hint I wanted to get as far away from this conversation as possible, and two because if I didn’t grab onto something I might just fall to the ground. He’d moved on so quickly. If he truly loved me, how could he be okay? Was he feeding her the same lies? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean.

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

I sat with Xavier in his shed. He’d always drag me there when he’d had a stressful day, which understandably it was because his team had just lost to the Poe Cup. Mine did too, but I didn’t take it as seriously. I knew Bianca sabotaged it every year, to me it was just for fun.

“So… what’re you drawing all aggressively over there?” I asked looking up from my crochet hook and yarn.

I picked up crochet when Xavier first brought me here. Gave me a chance to unplug from electronics and pick up a new skill, we had agreed to make it a phone free zone, for now.

“Uhh… y’know? Just the usual…” he stumbled around on his words and searched his head in embarrassment.

I put down my things and walked over. He panicked and threw a cloth over his giant canvas.

“I can’t see?” I asked confused, “You know I love your art Xav. I’d never laugh.”

“It’s not that… I just-,” he stumbled over his words some more.

I took it upon myself and grabbed the cloth, making sure he knew what I was doing, fully prepared to stop if he really wanted me to. I didn’t want to pressure him into doing something that he didn’t want to do. I pulled the cloth off and I was shocked to see what he’d been so keen on me not seeing.

It was a drawing of me. I was sitting on the other side of the room, intently staring at the crochet guide, making my current project. Just then the picture started to move. The picture showed me sticking my tongue out and concentrating on the work at hand. I kept leaning over to read the next step.

“That’s my favorite face you make,” he explained, “I needed something to get out of my head about the Poe Cup… and you… you just make me feel better.”

“Y’know… I like people with emotional and intellectual depth, speaking so passionately about everything they believe in is honestly so beautiful,” I spoke softly still admiring the drawing, “Your soul is just… so beautiful, Xavier.”

I turned around to see him admiring me on his pint covered stool. His head was tilted to the right and a soft smile sat on his face.

“You, Y/n, are beautiful,” he admitted as his cheeks dusted pink.

I shook my head bashfully, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

His smile grew, “I could say the same thing about you,”

“And if I was?” I took a few steps forward to stand between his knees.

“Kiss me then,” a teasing smirk went across his face.

I’m not the type to not follow directions, at least, not when it comes to him. I softly placed my hand on his cheek and pressed my lips against his. His hands gripped my waist pulling me in as close as he could. After a few seconds, we pulled away. Knowing our friendship was altered, forever. What did we just get ourselves into?

“Well now we can’t just be friends,” he whispered pressing his forehead against mine, “I’m in too deep.”

Enid and I finally got back to Nevermore. The shuttle only taking 5 minutes to get back from Jericho.

“Hey, I’m going to go somewhere, I need to think… well, think less,” I said walking a different direction and going into the woods.

“Let me know if you need anything! I love you!” Enid shouted.

I needed to go to my latibule, the safety of this place, only few know about, provides me with comfort. I waved my hand, commanding the plants to move, and a trap door revealed itself. I opened it and went down the stairs, not bothering to put the plants back. I figured no one would bother me.

Once I got to the bottom, I switched on the battery powered lights looking around, three bean bag chairs, a couple book cases, a old white table, a projector, and a picture frame hung from a nail in the wall.

I huffed and grabbed the projector and set up one of my favorite movies. I grabbed a box of crochet supplies and continued working on my, long forgotten, project.

About 30 minutes into the movie my attention span wasn’t cooperating and I peeked over at the picture hung on the wall where Enid, Ajax, Xavier, Eugene and I occupied the frame. We were all sitting on a bench in Jericho after Outreach Day and Xavier laid across our laps. I was new then, but I knew that I felt like I finally belonged. They made me feel warm and welcome. I grabbed the picture off the wall, stomped up the stairs, and went outside. I chunked it as hard as I could at the nearest tree. The force shattered the frame, the picture still unharmed, but I felt a little better. I felt guilty for having all the glass on the ground so I went to go pick it up.

“You okay?” I heard a voice come from behind me.

“Tyler?” I asked confused as to why he was out here.

I didn’t exactly like Tyler, especially after what he did to Xavier. Although… I don’t like Xavier either, and Tyler did apologize and stop being friends with them, so I guess he wasn’t that bad.

“You could call it that,” I shrugged.

“What’re you doing out here?” He asked stepping forward and helping me pick up the glass.

“Well I’m supposed to be not thinking… but as you can tell it’s not going so well,” I said putting the glass in a shopping bag.

He picked up the picture and raised his brows in understanding. Obviously, Xavier and I had dated for 8 months, so it was no secret to people in this small town. Especially when Tyler works at the Weathervane and I love the coffee there. Not that there was anywhere else to get it.

“I heard… I’m sorry,” he said handing me back the picture.

I snatched it, crumbling it up, and adding it to the trash. I stood up with a grunt.

“Yeah well… when one person in a relationship cheats, they usually don’t stay together,” I said walking back to my bunker.

“Woah!” Tyler exclaimed, “I’ve been in these woods thousands of times and I’ve never seen this before.”

“I built it. I can manipulate the earth, so when I leave I just cover it with plants so no one can find it and no little creatures can get in,” I shrugged, “You… uh… wanna come in?”

He smiled like an excited little kid and nodded, “Yeah! I’d love to!”

I walked inside again with him following and went to sit back in my chair. It was deep enough that he could stand up straight and it was a decent size so it didn’t feel over crowded. He was looking around intensely at all the detail.

“You’re watching y/f/m?” He asked and sat down in another bean bag chair. (Your favorite movie)

“It’s my favorite movie,” I said eyeing him, prepared for him to make fun of my like most people do.

“I love this movie! Just don’t tell anyone,” he laughed.

For the first time in days, I smiled, “Here, I’ll start it over, I’m not that far into it.”

Tyler and I laughed and talked throughout the whole movie. Doing impressions of the characters. Saying our favorite lines. My mind completely escaped the detrimental impact the person I loved so much caused. We were there about 2 hours, Tyler had pulled out a bag of gummy bears out of his pocket and we shared them. He’d make me laugh when he would lick the back and stick them to his forehead. Once we realized how late it seemed to have gotten we started gathering our things.

“I had fun,” Tyler smiled grabbing the trash from the smashed picture frame.

“Me too! Maybe we could do it again! I come here often and if you’d like, you can to. Since you know where it is,” I offered, hoping he’d take it.

“I’d love to get to know you better. And this place is absolutely incredible, cozy!” He took it, thankfully.

He nodded his head to leave, I went first and he followed me up the stairs. I closed the hatch and moved plants over it to keep it concealed.

“That’s incredibly impressive,” he said scratching his head in shock of what he just saw, “How long have you been able to do that?”

“Since I was 14, so about 4 years,” I shrugged, “It first happened at the Poe Cup race our freshman year. I was running to get the flag and there were so many vines, as I was pushing them out of the way they all just moved. I didn’t realize what was happening at first, but I did it again on the way back to the boats. Been practicing ever since.”

“You’re incredible,” he laughed.

I felt the heat rush to my ears and a pant hit my heart… I haven’t heard that since Xavier and I started dating. He used to tell me that all the time.

“Thank you, Tyler. I also really appreciate you sticking around, I needed this,” I smiled at his face, which showed a surprised look.

“Honestly, I thought you hated me,” he admitted.

I shook my head, “You made a mistake, no one’s perfect. Besides, you personally took ownership and apologized to Xavier. He doesn’t really have much room to talk either.”

“Friends?” Tyler asked holding out his hand to shake.

“I’m a hugger,” I said wrapping my arms around his waist in a quick, but firm, hug.

“Seriously?!” A voice shouted and out from behind a tree stepped, Xavier.

Of course, what is this? A hallmark movie?

“Tyler, go,” I said pushing him in the direction he came from earlier, “I’ll see you later?”

“Are you sure you want me to leave?” He asked looking between us.

Xavier burned holes into his skull. If looks could kill Tyler would be obliterated.

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” I said with a tight lined smile.

Tyler nodded, sparing one last look between us. Xavier’s eyes were immediately on me after Tyler was out of view.

“You’re hanging out with Galpin?” Xavier snapped.

“So what if I am? What’s it to you?” I was getting angry.

“You know what he did to me, Y/n! You know he’s a jerk. Did you sleep with him? Why is he out here at our place?” He bombarded me with questions.

“Yes, Xavier, I do know what he did to you. He apologized… and you don’t have much room to talk! Do you? I didn’t sleep with him. Even if I did, why do you care? You’re too busy fucking some other girl, that’s the decision YOU made!” I began to raise my voice.

He got quiet. Tears formed in his eyes. Not because he still loved me, but because the guilt ate at him. He felt bad for hurting me. He may still care about me, but not the way I do for him.

“I made a mistake,” he said barely above a whisper.

He just stared at me. Silence. It was suffocating. I had so much to say, but I couldn’t say it. He did something unforgivable. He walked closer to me, slowly as if i was a wild animal and id run at any sudden movement. I felt like running, but my feet were in concrete. He cautiously placed his hand on my cheek.

“Please say something, sweetheart,” He whispered and pressed his forehead to mine.

I knew i was crying, I craved his touch and I knew I wouldn’t ever have it again. The water on my arm multiplied. We both looked up to the sky.

He scoffed to himself, “Deja vu.”

Enid, Ajax, Xavier and I was in our underground bunker, Ajax brought a movie that he wanted us to watch. I brought a ton of board games and we were planning on spending the night here. After watching the movie, Xavier and Ajax went to get a pizza. Leaving me and Enid to gossip. Xavier and i had been dating a month at this point and I couldn’t have been happier.

“Have you two done it?” Enid asked shocked when I finally told her the story of when he and I shared our first kiss.

“No, Enid. We’re waiting a bit, we just want to enjoy being a couple for a while before we add that into it. I just feel like once that kind of intimacy is involved it changes your relationship. I really like him, I don’t want to ruin this,” I explained playing with a tennis ball.

“Yeah, I get it. Ajax and I have been dating two years and we didn’t do it until about eight months in,” She said picking at a string on the bean bag chair.

“It’s raining,” I said.

“How do you know?” Enid asked listening closely.

“I can feel it in the plants.”

She made an ‘o’ face. The boys got back about 10 minutes later. They were soaked.

I cat-called him in a joking manner causing him to chuckle.

“Hey guys, I have an idea,” I smirked, feeling playful.

I grabbed Xavier’s hand and pulled him outside with me. I began to cheer and spin around in the rain. Enid came and joined me. Xavier stood there watching me, nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

“Come on man!” I heard Ajax say as he ran over to Enid.

Xavier ran over and picked me up, spinning me around. I screamed playfully while laughing. Like the cutest scene from a movie, except it was my life. He put me down and we jumped into the muddy puddles. I eventually got tired and laid in the grass. The rain not seeming to let up as the thunder and lightning roared. Xavier laid down next to me and sighed.

“I love you,” I heard him say.

I sat up and looked at him. His cheeks were pink and he had a content smile on his face.

“What?” I asked him, unsure if my brain was playing tricks on me.

He sat up and rested his forehead against mine, “I said, I love you.”

I laughed, not one of humiliation, but of shock, “I love you too!”

I threw my arms around his neck and straddled him, slamming my mouth onto his. He smiled into the kiss. That day being the most perfect day.

“Except this rain isn’t a happy one,” I said taking a step back.

He looked hurt, but I didn’t care, I was hurt.

“Y/n, please say something. Yell! Scream! Hit me! I need to know what you’re thinking,” He demanded.

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” I asked with a cracked voice, “I’m thinking why I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Y/n-“

“Was her smile brighter than mine? Did you like the way she said your name better? Did your whole world, including me, disappear when you looked at her? Tell me you were possessed or maybe it was a curse so I don’t have to think that one night with her was worth more than a lifetime with me. Did you think about me when you were kissing her neck? Did you think about how much I would cry while telling her that her eyes were pretty? Were are you infatuated with the way that she talks? Did the way that she walk make your jaw drop the way mine does when looking at you? Was it fun because it was new? Did her bra make your jaw drop? Was it black or was it dark blue? You knew what you were doing and I hope you fell in love. I hope you fell in love with her figure, I hope you fell in love with the way wind blew through her hair, I hope you fell in love with the way your heart beat faster when looking at her while she wasn’t paying attention. Did your friends tell you congratulations? I hope you fell in love with her the way I fell in love with you… and then I hope she breaks your heart the same way you broke mine.”

Numb. I felt numb as I walked away. I didn’t spare a glance. Not even when i heard him choke out my name through silent sobs. I walked around for what felt like hours, which it was, until i saw the Weathervane, rain soaking every inch of my body. The water in my shoes squished as I sat in a booth, sinking down and hugging myself as it was chilly.

“Can I sit?”

I nodded. Tyler sat across from me.

“May I ask what happened?”

“He got what he wanted. To know what was going on in my head. I hurt him, but the thing is… it made me feel better,” I said feeling quite guilty.

“You’re soaked,” Tyler pointed out.

“Its just water. I’ll be fine, i just need to make my way back to Nevermore,” I said shivering.

“My shift just ended, do you want a coffee and maybe… we could go to my house. It’s closer than Nevermore and I feel like you shouldn’t be alone right now,” he said awkwardly.

“That sounds really nice Tyler,” I smiled softly.

He went over and made a warm latte for me and came over handing me a hoodie. I peeled off those I previously had on and slipped his over me. I smiled discreetly because it smelled so good. After Tyler grabbed his things he walked me out to his car and opened the door for me. I thanked him and got in. He turned the car on and the heater, just to make sure I’m warm.

“How was your day?” I asked making small talk, not wanting to talk about myself anymore.

“It was great, I spent a few hours with a pretty sweet person, I had a relatively slow work day, and now i get to spend even more time with that person from this morning,” He smiled while driving.

“I guess they’re lucky then, to have a person talk about them as such,” I chuckled.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” He said looking over at me hugging myself in the passenger seat, “Are you still cold? I can turn up the heat, although my house is right around the corner.”

“Oh I’m fine, I just do this for comfort,” I explained looking out the window.

We pulled up to his house and he got out and ran around opening my door for me.

“You’re a sweetheart,” I smiled.

He looked down at the ground blushing, closed the door and ran up onto the porch to unlock the door. He let me in first.

“Would your dad care?” I asked nervous.

“No, he’s not here ever anyway. Its just me,” He explained and continued, “My room is upstairs. The bathroom is to the left, I’ll grab you some clothes.”

I nodded and followed him upstairs and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair in total disarray from the rain and the wind. Xavier was the furthest thing from my mind. All I could think about was Tyler. He was so sweet and thoughtful, I wouldn’t mind spending even more time with him.

A knock came from the door and i opened it up, “Here’s some sweatpants and a t-shirt.”

I smiled, “Thanks, do you mind if I take a shower?”

He shook his head, “Ill be waiting in my room.”

I shut the door and began taking my clothes off and getting all the rain water off of me. I dried off with a towel that was folded neatly and then started with the clothes. I slipped on the t shirt. It was a little big on me, but yet again i was captivated by the smell. The sweats were extremely comfortable. I walked out and into Tylers bedroom.

“Knock, knock,” I said entering.

He was sitting on his computer and turned to look at me, “Cute.”

“Your clothes are very comfortable,” I said going to see what he was doing on his laptop.

“I was trying to order some Chinese food, but I don’t know what you like and I didn’t want to bother you,” He said.

“Oh I like f/c/f,” I said, “But you don’t have to do that.” (Favorite Chinese food)

He looked up at me, “I want to.”

I went and sat on his bed, feeling slightly guilty about him spending money and doing all these things for me. Once he was done he spun around in his chair.

“Want to talk? Or we can watch a movie? Or we can play games?” He listed off.

I laid down on his bed, “I feel like talking would be nice for now, or if you have a movie you want to watch.”

He grabbed his laptop and scrolled through some movies, “If you see one you like let me know.”

I couldn’t concentrate on the computer though, i just kept staring at his face. He said something but I didn’t hear him. I panicked when he turned to look at me.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked concerned.

I nodded, not looking away from his face, shame wasn’t in my brain at the moment. He swallowed thickly and stared back. I looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes. He did the same with me. I let a shaky breath go. He made the first move and leaned in, brushing our ones together.

“If this isn’t what you want, stop me,” He whispered, breath hitting my lips.

“I want you,” I whispered grabbing the back of his neck and pushing my lips on his.

He softly put his hand on my throat, pulling me closer by the waist. I pushed the laptop away and straddled his waist. He groaned when my fingers went into his hair and tugged softly. He grabbed my ass making me gasp.

I pulled away looking deep into his eyes, “Tyler, I just want you to know you’re not a rebound.”

He leaned back onto his pillows, hands still on my hips, “Even if i was, I wouldn’t mind.”

I chuckled and bent down to kiss him again. I felt something press against me and i knew what he wanted. The doorbell rang. He groaned in frustration.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to-“

“I’ll go get it,” I laughed and went to get the food and came back upstairs.

He had his laptop back on the bed and a movie already picked out. I handed him the food and we ate while watching it. I admired Tyler and set my food down, basically done with it.

“Do you not like it?” Tyler asked.

“No, I do, i just wanted to ask you something,” he perked up, “Why’re you doing all of his? Not that im not grateful, but im just curious.”

He sighed and put his food down, “I’ve liked you for years, Y/n. Ever since we met at Outreach Day our freshman year. You were helping out in the Weathervane and I was smitten by you. I saw how you and Xavier were together and i got jealous, so I had our friends ambush him. I regret it all, but as a 14 year old, feelings definitely cloud your judgement.”

I was in shock by all of this.

“When i saw you and Xavier together it broke me, but i saw how happy he made you and i thought if you’re happy then I’m happy,” He explained sadly.

I scooted closer to him and held his face in my hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t see it before.”

“I don’t mind if you’re just using me, as long as i get you for even a short amount of time. Any time is better than none,” He spoke nervously.

“Good thing i want you too, so maybe we could use each other, forever, exclusively?” I suggested with a soft smirk.

“I couldn’t think of anything more perfect, besides you,” he said grabbing my face and kissing me.

He brought his hand down to the sweats I was wearing, making me release a gasp, “You didn’t think you were getting away with earlier, did you?”

His voice dark and husky, eyes darkened more as I said, “I hope not.”

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