#unedited unplanned and written on my phone

[vanderilnde]

cw for kidnapping and emotional manipulation

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Ghost spots a bird across the pub with her wings clipped. She trembles as she watches her friend disappear into the sea of gyrating bodies, holding onto a man she just met and is deciding to abandon her for.

“You don’t mind, right?” Her friend had asked.

She chirped ditheringly. “Um… sure, yeah. You go have fun.”

A fickle smile split her cheeks. A warm wash of liquid glossed her eyes.

Ghost watches her watching her friend. Sadness is written into her features. That type of sadness so deep-seated you feel it crushing your ribs, denting your heart. She sighs and hangs her head, staring down at her drink. Her ice cube has melted, the salt crusting her rim having hardened. Her shoulder start to shake.

Ghost decides it would be remiss of him to not check up on her. The bird with frilly feathers and bent wings, wounded, too feeble to fight back.

He throws back the rest of his drink. He doesn’t wince at the burn, but still, Ghost’s face puckers into something different. Something mean as he approaches her and lays his elbow on the bar’s sticky countertop, splitting his hand across the top of her spine.

“What’s a bird like you doin’ all alone?”

She girdles. It’s like she’s been folded in two and hung out to dry, the way she shrinks into herself and flexes her shoulders.

His words hang stagnant for a few seconds. Perhaps it will make him lose interest and slip away, but Ghost is a persistent one. The badges embroidered into his uniform are a testament to that.

He passes his thumb over her neck. She shivers.

“I… um. Well, my boyfriend’s in the bathroom.”

Ghost almost chuckles. The bird says it with such skittish conviction that surely, not even she believes it.

He grunts. “It’s rude to lie, y’know.”

She gulps. “My friend’s with me.”

“The one that just left you?” He asks. “A pretty shit friend, if you ask me. A bird like you deserves someone better.”

She purses her lips because they begin to quiver. She tries shouldering him away, tries blinking back the fat tears of brine that threaten to thaw and slip down her cheek. Her voice is distorted with discomfort and self-pity when she replies, “That’s stupid. I just want her to be happy.”

“And her?” Ghost prompts. He distracts her with his rough lilt as he slips his hand low, into the divot between her ass and waist. “How often does she fuck off with the men you fancy?“

She flinches. It’s the sudden recoil of her muscles, and her mind’s attempt at getting away from him.

“I-it’s not like that.”

“Yeah?” He asks. “It’s not like she leaves you alone every time you go out, lookin’ like a dolt when she finds someone more fun?”

She swallows thickly. Her lips warble around her next words. “… Sometimes, I guess.”

Ghost’s cock jumps. The fat mass pushes against his jeans, angled towards her.

“Yeah,” he croons. “I know how hard it can be. Why don’t you come over to my flat, huh? Give ‘er a taste of her own medicine.”

She inches away. Ghost only holds her tighter, gripping that broken little wing of hers and doting on it.

“I don’t… do that stuff. Sorry.”

Something primal in Ghost barks. That stuff. She’s never taken dick? Or never taken dick from a stranger? Either way, Ghost’s cock stirs and starts drooling on his thigh. She can probably see it. That blotchy stain on his jeans under the mellow lighting.

“I play nice, bird,” he mutters. “And wouldn’t it be nice to get back at them? Your mate? All those blokes who ignored you?”

She squeezes her thighs when Ghost settles his hand on her ass. She has trouble pulling them back apart, her thighs that is, as they’re adhered with slick.

“I asked you a question. Wouldn’t it be nice?”

“I guess so…” she whimpers. Keening into Ghost’s whispering touch, the heat of his cock.

He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket and slams it onto the table. He stands up, looking something like a predator on its hind legs, and pulls her from the barstool.

“Let’s go, pretty bird,” he leashes his hand around the base of her neck, leading her outside and into his rust-spattered truck. “You deserve it.”

A stroke of heat licks up her innards. She’s already dazed by the time she’s in his truck, preening as he splits his hand across her leg and digs divots into her thigh, kneading her supple flesh. She’s bleary eyes and impaired on arousal as they drive past the city’s margins and into the outback, the roads turning pebbled.

She’s too excited, too sweet to heed Ghost pulling her out of his truck and hauling her into a neglected flat.

She only feels his hands on her, big and warm. And the cool carbon steel of handcuffs locking around her ankle.

She smiles.

[justpeachyparker]

"You Have His Eyes"

YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION TO REPOST SO PLEASE DON’T DO SO!!!!!

(NOT MY GIF)

Pairing ➳ Jess Marriano x Reader

Warnings ➳ angst? unplanned pregnancy, UNEDITED!

Summary ➳ Jess left and now you have to give birth alone. and a few years later

Words ➳ 1.1k

Note ➳not based on the show and is kinda angsty, also I don't really like this sort of trope but this was the only thing I could really think of when I wrote this and also this is not edited and written in one night so.

Never in your life would you have thought that you would be pregnant. Well that's not true, you just expected to be happily married when you found out. You didn't know what to do when you first saw the positive test. You had no doubt who the dad was, but you didn't know how to tell him. You eventually did and everything seemed to be going great.

Until now.

You are about 36 weeks pregnant and should be giving birth any second. You aren't allowed to leave the house or really get out of bed to do anything other than use the bathroom, luckily you have Rory, Lane, Lorelai, Sookie, and well the rest of the town to come and check on you every second of the day. Right now was one of the few moments you were alone, and that's when it hit you.

Jess was nowhere to be seen, you haven't seen him all day. He came in this morning to check on you, said he would be back in a couple hours, but still nothing. Figuring he just got busy you push it to the back of your mind not wanting to stress yourself out. You didn't have much time to think about it anyway as Luke and Lorelai came in with food.

"Heyyyy kid, how are you holding up?" Lorelai asked you that everytime she came in, she had been through this before and wanted to make sure everything was good and you didn't have to do anything alone like she had done.

"I'm fine, nothing yet, they haven't really moved much today." You smile softly, putting your hand on your stomach as Lorelai sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well, you have me on speed dial and the minute you start feeling any pain I want you to call me so we can get you to the hospital. Okay?" Lorelai smiled at you and you knew if you didn't she'd be on you in an instant.

"Yeah, and if you need anything, just call." Luke said, he was still standing at the door of the room making you giggle a little.

"I will, anyway, have you seen Jess today? He stopped by this morning and said he would come back but he hasn't yet."

Luke sighs, shaking his head a bit, "No, I haven't, not since he left this morning to come and see you."

"Alright, well let me know if you do see him please?"

"Of course."

Lorelai rests her hand softly on your leg she was sitting by, "Now you need to get some rest, you're going to need it before that baby decides to come out. Whenever that is."

You laugh a little and nod, "alright, I'll see you guys later." 

As they are leaving Lorelai stops at the door, "don't forget to call. for anything."

Once again it was just you, no one else would be stopping by tonight unless Rory's date with Logan is cut short but that was very unlikely. You layed in your bed looking out the window wondering where Jess could have been, thinking of every possibility before you eventually passed out.

Screaming as you wake up you grab your stomach as a pain tears through you. You had no idea what was happening but the pain stopped after a second. You sat there for a second taking deep breaths not sure what had just happened. You sighed a bit grabbing your phone just to make sure you had it if anything else happened. About 15 minutes later right as you were about to try to sleep again another pain tears through you and you automatically call Lorelai.

The next few hours were a blur, very painful, but still a blur. It was a lot of rushing around, and not to mention giving birth. So a very long 23 hours later you were alseep in the hospital bed after giving birth. Lorelai had called everyone else to tell them you had your child but she couldn't get ahold of Jess.

When you woke up you saw Rory sitting by you with a soft smile, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Better than ever, I'm on a lot of drugs right now." You giggle softly.

She smiles, "Well, there are a lot of people here to see you and the baby, so what did you name her?"

"Ophelia, pretty name don't you think? Her full name though is Ophelia Victoria Leigh Mariano"

Rory smiles and kisses your head, "I love that name. I'm going to go get my mom, Sookie, and Lane, I'm sure they'll want to see you."

"Hey Rory, Can I ask you a question?"

She stops and turns back to you nodding, "Would you like to be Ophelia's god-mother?"

It's silent for a second before she smiles, "Of course I would." you smile and she leaves to go get all the other people to come in and say hi.

An hour later after everyone had come to see you and check on you, you had realized that Jess had yet to come in.

A few seconds later Rory walked in the door and you looked over at her, "Where's Jess?"

Rory freezes and turns to look at you, "He never showed up, we can't get ahold of him and we know nothing bad happened to him or someone would have heard. However Lindsay said she had seen a car that looked an awful lot like Jess's leave town yesterday as she and Dean were getting back from their Honeymoon."

You sit there for a second processing the information, "He left? He just left and told no one?" without realizing it you had started to cry you thought things were going great. Nothing seemed to be wrong, he was there for you through the whole pregnancy and then he just left. No notice, nothing, he didn't even leave a note or a message. Your breathing had started to pick up, "he didn't even say goodbye..."

"I know, I know." Rory spoke softly as though any loud noise would scare you. She sat down on the chair and grabbed your hand as you continued to cry.

"Why would he do this? Was it me? Did I do something?" You were just rambling and Rory sat there reassuring you it wasn't you for a while. 

You eventually stopped crying and soon after your daughter was brought in. You held her so she could eat and do the things babies do. After a while you just sat there holding her, she was the prettiest thing you had ever seen. She opened her eyes to look at you and you stared back with a soft smile and some tears in your eyes, "You have his eyes."