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singmyaubade · 7 months ago

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Good Graces

exes!steddie x female!reader

summary: coming back from chicago, the last people you expected to see were you exes but for them, the only thing they wondered when they saw you was, what's it gonna take to get back in your good graces?

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ angst, cursing, reader wants to kill steve, , swearing, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), jealousy..

a/n: i feel like this is going to be a two-parter most likely but i wanted to write this so bad because i love the song off of short n' sweet. i don't usually write for steddie but i was craving this concept. anyways, i hope you and enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this.

You dragged your luggage with a grunt as you passed through baggage claim over to the exit. A part of you was thoroughly regretting bringing two big suitcases but if you were spending two months of your summer in Hawkins, Indiana.

You certainly needed it.

Your eyes wandered all over the place to spot your childhood friend and cousin, Robin. She excitedly waved her hand side to side, an ecstatic grin that reached both of her dimples.

You could spot the balloons and welcome home sign from a mile away and that was enough to confirm that was Robin.

She excitedly waved her hand side to side, an ecstatic grin that reached both of her dimples. She started racing towards you before she almost tripped over the decorations in her hand.

You giggled as you raced over to her to prevent her from causing actual damage to herself, "Jeez Robin, still clumsy?" You asked, snorting.

She rolled her eyes, "This is hard to carry all by yourself!" She exasperated, causing her to pout.

"Aww poor baby," You mocked, pinching her cheek as she swatted your hand away.

Instead of saying anything else, she hugged you. You smiled sweetly, embracing her back, glad to see her and talk to her instead of the same static on the telephone.

"I missed you," You whispered, smile still on your face.

"Uh, I missed you more!" Robin almost yelled, pulling away from you, "You have to tell me everything about Chicago," She said, grabbing on of your suitcases for you.

You started telling Robin about everything and she kept replying with her gasps and 'oohs' when you told her all about acting school.

Even you had to admit that going to Chicago straight out of high school was not exactly a sentence jotted down on your bucket list.

But when you get accepted to one of the top acting schools in Chicago, you can't exactly decline. Of course, you were sad to leave everything behind.

Your friends, your family, even the shitty diner on 15th street but you knew that you would come back to visit, it was guaranteed.

You usually would've stayed with your parents but they decided to go on a three month trip to the Caribbean but they did make it clearly that they would miss your presence.

And you were also glad to be able to spend time with Robin since you hadn't been able to see her in so long.

But you couldn't say you didn't miss her nosy questions or constant rambling,

"You have to tell me about all your latest conquests!" She said, driving but peeking her head at you to encourage you to answer.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm still perplexed that you can even drive, is it even legal for you to drive?" You snickered, changing the subject.

She scoffed, "Okay first of all, I am an amazing driver and second, you aren't changing the subject from the tragic discussion of your love life,"

You gasped offended, "My love life is not tragic!" You folded your arms, "And I just don't feel the need for something like that right now,"

Robin exasperated, "All you have told me about your love life is two exes who you literally call 'fuckface' and 'dickhead' which is not a confirmation of a successful love life," Robin ranted, "And you still have yet to tell me who these mystery men are!"

"They aren't important," You mumbled, nuzzling into the cold window.

Robin sighed, "You shouldn't let whoever those assholes were determine your love life, Y/N."

Robin wasn't usually serious with you but you knew that it did make her sad to see you never truly opening your heart because of two men that had screwed you over.

You shrugged as Robin looked at you, "But I'll still get you Benny's,"

You sat up in excitement, "Are you serious?" You asked, grinning ear to ear.

"Ugh yes, we can even eat the greasy burger in the car like old times," Robin said with a smile as you cheered.

By the time you and Robin had gotten your burgers, you were asking her about her life and what she had been up to as you bit into your greasy cheeseburger.

Robin shoved a few fries in her mouth before talking, "What do you wanna know?" She asked, mouthful.

You swallowed before answering, "Hmm... what are they like? But no names!"

Robin snorted, "Are you really still serious about the 'no name policy'?"

The 'no name policy' came from your acting school where you don't let someone introduce you to someone privately until you actually see them and you only learn their name when you see them.

And Robin also couldn't tell her friends who you were because that would be missing the entire point.

Robin thought it was stupid but you thought it was productive.

"Um yes!" You said loudly, "It's actually incredibly helpful when you think about it."

Robin chuckled, "What if you already know them?"

"Then I'll be reintroduced," You said, smugly.

"Alright," Robin said, "Well one of them is an absolute dingus to the maximum," You giggled as she went on, "But he is pretty funny and kind but clumsy when you meet him, I think you would like him,"

"He seems fun," You replied before Robin moved on.

"Then there's the other one, he's an absolute pothead and extremely eccentric but when you look past that, he's a pretty nice guy and actually really fun to be around, I think you would like him too." Robin said, eating the last bite of her burger.

"That's cool," You smiled.

Robin continued to go on about the different kids there and how the three adults including her were their babysitters which you thought was hilarious.

As you finished up your burger and fries, you threw the trash out before you and Robin were driving towards her house.

"Oh and also, we are going to one of their houses tonight," She said as she checked her watch, "Or as soon as you put your bags down because we are late!" She yelped, urgently parking.

You laughed as you both grabbed your luggage from the trunk, making your way inside the house and to her room. You barely had time to situate yourself before Robin was rushing you because of her own late actions.

By the time you could blink, you were both already inside the car, making it towards her friends house.

"Also," She cleared her throat, "He's kind of loaded so don't make a big deal out of it,"

"How rich are we talking?" You joked with a sly smile.

"Again, he's a dingus with no charm," Robin said, "You will forget he's rich extremely fast,"

You laughed, looking outside despite it being dark. A part of you really missed Hawkins considering you grew up there and you heavily missed the late night car drives that you took.

Another part of you though was scared that you might run into two individuals during your time back home but you were pretty sure Robin wouldn't ever even be in their social circle, let alone her area.

Robin pulled into a house and you couldn't really make out it's features but you could swear that you recognized the street.

Robin unbuckled her seatbelt as she spoke, "We've arrived," She said hauntingly as you giggled.

You both exited the car as you heard laughing and yelling on the inside which cause Robin to bang on the door with a heavy knock, almost as if she was the police.

You hissed at the knock as she shrugged before the door opened and the last person you had expected to see opened the door,

"Robin, I literally said the time to be here was seven, not eight!" He sighed, looking at her before locking eyes with you.

Steve fucking Harrington.

He still looked the exact same, brown curly strands still standing on his head, looking effortlessly perfect. His muscles flexing as he held open the door and same brown doe-eyed eyes that looked at you with a certain glint.

Not even his outfits had changed, same jeans and striped polo shirt, you wanted to choke him.

Or fuck him, it was hard to decide.

"Okay well, I had to pick my cousin up from the airport and I got sidetracked!" She whined, speaking to Steve but his eyes were locked onto yours, "And speaking of my cousin, this is Y/N." Robin introduced.

Silence sat there for a few more seconds that felt like minutes as you and Steve looked each other. He looked uneasy but you knew your face was showing a disgruntled look as Robin looked at the both of you.

He coughed, snapping out of it, "Uh hi,"

You stood there with the same look on her face as Robin looked like a lightbulb popped on top of her head.

Her mouth made an 'o' shape, "Do you guys know each other?"

"This is one of the exes," You said as you clicked your teeth and Robin looked as if she found out something outrageous.

"Wait which one? The one who broke up with you after taking your virginity and started dating another girl or the one you caught sleeping with another girl after his concert," Robin asked.

"Robin!" You squealed, looking at her as if you wanted to choke her.

"I'm curious!" She replied as Steve continued looking at the both of you with the same wide-eyed expression.

You waved her off before you looked back at Steve, "Whatever, I don't give a shit anymore," You said, shoving his shoulder as you entered the house you had seen a multitude of times before.

You and Steve Harrington's relationship was not something to call home about. You had dated him before he was Steve 'The King' Harrington. He was so sweet for the first part of your relationship, when it was the beginning of school and clique's weren't sorted.

This was until Carol and Tommy had recruited him and their first proclamation was that he dumped you if he ever wanted to be anything in Hawkins High.

So you met up with Steve that night and you both said that you had things to talk about. After some back and forth, he let you go first and you told him you were finally ready to give up your virginity.

And let's just say, instead of breaking up with you there and then, he decided to do the most absolute dickhead thing and take it anyway. After, you were happy and it was a great first time, Steve was kind and compassionate.

He drove you home and then your life hit a certain darkness when you went to school the next day. Instead of seeing your boyfriend immediately, Carol and Tommy approached you in the parking and they told you that Steve had broken up with you and found something better.

And then in between periods, you saw him and a girl named Susie Blickens extremely close to each other as she twirled her hair and he rested his hand above her head on the locker.

Not only did you wanna puke but you were fucking furious. Of course, you were sad, there wasn't counting how many times you had cried over him but eventually, all of it turned to anger.

He would walk past you as if nothing happened and that was when you swore that you would always hate his guts till the day you die.

Hence, why he looks like a dear in headlights seeing you.

As you entered the living room, you were greeted by all of the teenagers on the couch, causing absolute chaos.

A kid named Dustin introduced himself to you first, offering a handshake which made you laugh before he continued arguing with his friend.

The rest of them just smiled at you but you figured you would learn their names throughout the night.

You sat in the empty arm chair facing away from the front door and Steve in general. You could hear Robin and Steve whisper arguing but it did not intrigue you.

"So you go to school in Chicago?" A girl named Max asked you as you politely smiled.

"Yeah," You responded.

"And how is it?" A girl named El followed up.

"It's pretty fun, the windy city is exactly what you think it would be." You answered.

"Did you meet any cute boys?" Max asked as a boy you presumed was her boyfriend yelped a 'hey!'

You both giggled, "They are pretty okay but they aren't as interesting as you would think."

The two girls you were talking to giggled as they began whispering as you clapped your hands in your lap, looking around Steve's house.

Nothing had changed much but you were happy to see more pictures added to the walls. You knew Steve didn't have the best relationship with his parents but in a way, his house looked more homely.

Maybe he did that himself.

You watched the kids bicker a few minutes more as you watched the dynamics between them all. You were actually having a semi good time for the most part and were pretty sure the night couldn't get worse.

You felt a hand cup the top of the arm rest before speaking, "Wow, you let the pretty girl steal my seat," The voice you recognized all too well spoke.

Oh fuck no.

You looked behind you to see Eddie Munson who had the same expression that Steve did, trying his best to find the words to say to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You asked as the kids snapped their neck at your foul language.

Eddie gulped, "Y/N,"

You were pretty sure a vein was popping from your forehead and by the way Eddie was looking at you, it was almost as if your hair was on fire.

"Is Robin friends with every asshole in Hawkins?" You meant to ask in your head but said it instead out loud.

"Maybe," Eddie sent an awkward laugh which only made you angrier, "Listen, I know we didn't end on the best of-" He started.

You stopped him immediately, "Are you seriously about to say the best of terms? You fucking cheated on me!" You yelled as Eddie hissed in pain, as if you were touching him with a hot iron.

The kids gasped, full attention on you and Eddie but there was not a bone in your body that cared.

"Y/N, I swear I've changed and I tried apologizing many times," He tried his best to mediate but it was to no avail.

"I meant what I said the day you did it, you can go fuck yourself and I will hate you till the I die," You spat, pushing past him, moving towards Robin.

With Eddie, you didn't need that many words to explain the situation. He was different from Steve and the second boy that you genuinely liked. He made you laugh and gave you free pot which was both a great deal.

And you had to admit that he gave the best head to ever exist.

But when you went to one of his concerts for his band, Corroded Coffin, you went backstage to surprise him and caught a blonde giving him head.

He almost had the same look he had when he just saw you.

But let's just say it didn't end the best when you grabbed the blonde haired girl by her hair and started hitting Eddie with the fan you were using to cool yourself down.

It took a while for Gareth to get you off of Eddie but you eventually just walked away and never spoke to Eddie again despite his desperate tries over the phone and at your house.

And that was that.

Steve was next to Robin but she swatted him away as she sees you approaching, "How did you manage to become friends with the two most heinous men in Hawkins?" You asked, genuinely pissed.

Robin looked lost for words, "I mean okay, I get that maybe you would've dated one but I didn't expect for you to date both Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson!" She rambled, "I can't believe those are the faces behind fuckface and dickhead,"

"It's not your fault," You groaned, "I'm just shocked and choosing whether to kill them or just heavily injure them." Your jaw moved to the side as you glanced behind them as they were both peering at you, looking away once you saw them, trying to play it off.

"Listen, I know they are absolute buttheads but I swear they've changed and I won't try to convince you but I'm begging you to give them a chance," Robin implored.

You sighed, not wanting to cause a rift between Robin and her friends even if you hated them more than anything in the world.

"Okay," Is all you said as Robin let out a breath.

"Okay," She repeated.

She led you both to the couch as you sat down next to her on the big couch with Eddie peering at you in his armchair and Steve running his hand through his hair aggressively as he sat next to Robin.

Even the kids could feel the tension in the room. Robin broke the silence with a laugh before speaking, "Okay! How about we play Monopoly?" She asked as everyone agreed in little 'yeahs' and 'sures.'

You were surprised Eddie didn't argue for D & D.

Mike grabbed the game, laying it in on the coffee table. The kids yelled for which little figurines they wanted but Steve quickly snatched the dog before looking at you.

He reached over Robin to hand it to you as you looked at him with a hateful expression, "Uh, I just remember it being your favorite to play with." He muttered.

A part of you wanted to scoff and grab another figurine but he had been right, it was your favorite.

Sadly, it only brought you back the the memories of when you and Steve dated.

"I still don't understand why you like playing this game considering I always school you," You cockily said as Steve mockingly laughed.

His face went close to yours, "We always know I win," He said, giving you a light peck before you could respond.

You smiled, "Alright Harrington, let's test your bluff,"

He set the game down on the table as he began setting up the board and the money.

You reached to grab your dog figurine before he snatched it from you within seconds, causing you to frown.

"But if I take your good luck charm, maybe I could win," He snickered as you rolled your eyes.

"In your dreams," You said, acting like you didn't care.

Steve watched you with a grin for a few seconds before approaching you, slipping the dog into your grip.

You smiled sweetly as Harrington grabbed your waist, "I'll always let you have the dog if it means I get to see you happy,"

You scrunched your nose, "You are the corniest person I know,"

"You know you love it," He whispered, kissing you again,

You hesitated, taking the miniature sized dog, not daring to say anything to him. Steve watched to see if you would smile but your facial reaction didn't change.

He frowned as Eddie began speaking, "Okay, let's do this!"

The kids immediately started to somehow play Monopoly aggressive which only earned a laugh from you. What made you laugh even harder was seeing how passionate Eddie, Steve, and Robin were about the game.

A little part of you had missed being around all of them in their own separate way.

Chicago was fun but it didn't have the same home feeling that you got when you were back at Hawkins.

After a couple rounds and your money only slipping, you excused yourself to get a soda.

"Do you need help finding anything?" Steve asked, already ready to get up from his seat.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," You said quickly, moving towards the kitchen.

Steve sunk into his seat as you began reaching to grab a cup from the cupboard above you. Before you could go on your tippy toes, a taller hand grabbed it for you as you sighed.

You turned around to see Eddie only inches away from you as he placed the glass down next to you.

You only glared at him as he smirked, eyeing you up and down which only earned a scoff from you.

Not that you would ever say this out loud, Eddie still never hesitated to make you nervous. From his tattoos to leather jacket and the way he would eye you, it made you feel like a teen girl again.

He was still the bad boy and as much as you wanted to act unbothered, it still turned you on.

Silence passed between the both of you for several seconds, trying to see who would break first.

"Can you not?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"She speaks!" He over-dramatically yells!

"You are a joke," You said, trying to move past him as he only caged you in.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You used to like it,"

A shiver crept down your spine as you tried to keep your composure.

"You are not gonna flirt your way into getting me to forget that you cheated on me!" You argued as Eddie swirled his tongue in his mouth, looking up with a hand still leaning on the cupboard.

"How many times do I have to apologize?" He asked, looking at you.

"Instead of apologizing, I can suggest you trying to go fuck yourself," You spat, shoving him but he still kept his body in the same place.

"I just don't do it like you," He pouted which only caused red, hot anger to fill you.

You slapped him which only caused a smile from Eddie as he moved closer to your face, a hand moving to your waist.

"There she is," He grinned against your ear as you looked at Eddie, a part of you wanting to close the gap.

Suddenly, you heard a cough from behind Eddie as you looked over to see Steve. He looked flustered, watching the sight of you and Eddie.

You finally pushed Eddie hard out of the way, moving past Steve before exiting as you rushed over to Robin, "Can we leave now?" You asked, a begging look in your eyes.

"Yeah, why?" She asked, looking at you but you only pleaded with your eyes,

"Okay, let me just tell Steve." She said, handing you her keys.

You quickly said your goodbye's to the teens as you exited outside of the door before Eddie or Steve could catch up to you. You went inside the passenger side of the car as you wanted to scream.

The hatred you felt for Steve and Eddie was consuming but a heavier force was the effect they still had on you.

Steve was kind and compassionate, showing you the golden side of love which you always showered in.

And then there's Eddie who's rough and taunting, showing you the toxic side which never failed to make you falter within seconds.

Instead of only having one to resist, both only made you more turned on.

And if you were feeling this now,

Who knows how the rest of the summer will go?

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theorist-fox · 6 months ago

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The concept of Bad Man Simon Riley who's aware he's a Bad Man™️ is one I hold very dear to me.

Masterlist 🦊

Simon Riley is, fully and completely, what people envision as a bad man. He's a convoluted character who carries a lot of baggage, and that same weight has crushed him into the beast he is today.

His reflection is his constant reminder of the bad things he's done and endured. And when you have such a blatant, ever-present memento of how dark you really are, it's hard to forget.

He doesn't bother putting up a facade. Won't help the lady cross the street, nor will he take a bullet for someone else. No one has ever done that for him, so it's only natural to give the world a taste of its own medicine. He doesn't even try; it just happens.

It takes him nothing to leave Soap behind in Las Almas and find shelter in an abandoned church. Sure, he'll cover for him—if the lad is fast enough, that is. Saving Alejandro afterwards is a mere ploy to make this blasted mission end sooner—true, no one fights alone, but he'd like to get out of there as soon as possible, thank you very much.

Barely brushes the concept of Price's injury when he faints due to the inhalation of some Sarin gas of sorts. Can only think that if he'd died, he would have to take the captain's place in leading the operation. A fucking bummer alright—but cap's fine, thankfully, right? One less thing to worry about now.

Won't try to start relationships, because what good can he bring when he can't even drop a kind word for himself? He's awful, inside and out, and he's aware.

What happens, then, when he's suddenly loved?

What happens, then, when you're sliding under his skin, pretending you don't see the rot and the grime?

The question of "why" is pinned to the front of his brain like an annoying leech that plagues him day and night.

On the couch, you're absolutely unbothered by his dark presence next to you. You're just munching on popcorn and watching some film he doesn't even remember the name of.

"Y'should go," he says out of the blue.

You barely spare him a glance. "Film's not over yet."

No, that isn't what he meant, but he has an inkling that you've gathered that already.

"Ain't good for ya," he insists. "Ain't good for anyone, but that's a whole 'nother story."

You side-eye him from your end of the couch. "Self-deprecating at dinner time? Could you move it up the schedule a little, like—breakfast or somethin'."

He doesn't understand. Won't get through his skull. Share a home with him, and for what? What's he giving you that you're coveting so hard, enough to find it easy to snark back at a beast like him—poking the bear while wearing flimsy cotton shorts and a band t-shirt?

"Y'don't understand," he grits out. "I ain't a good man, love."

"Oh, I know." You say, popping a handful of popcorns in your mouth. "And?"

It irks him. Wants to bite off your head, but, surprisingly, he still has morals, and he wouldn't even dare touch you with ill intent.

"Don't act stupid, now." He warns.

"Ain't acting stupid." You reply as if there is some obvious thing he isn't getting. "You've done bad things, and bad things were done to you. That it?"

He hums as a frown paints his face.

"Should I love you less?" You go on, "Or not love you at all?"

"The latter."

"Wrong." You add as soon as he responds. "Wrong, because that's what you believe, not the truth."

He cocks a brow at your apparent arrogance. A nod in your direction, "What's the truth, then?"

You place the bucket of popcorn on the coffee table. "Truth is that you're human, Simon."

Now that's a word he wouldn't associate with himself.

Monster. Beast. Bear. Wraith, or demon. Ghost.

"As a person, good and bad can coexist—there is no such thing as night and day." You go on, seemingly unaware of the turmoil you've unleashed on his poor heart.

Keep saying the word person around him this often, and he'll start believing he is one.

So, you have seen the rotten flesh and the mud coating his insides. You have buried your hands in his viscera and coated your skin with his blood and the one he's spilled.

You know, and yet you're here. You're here because you've also seen something else, something he's not aware is there.

Same thing that made his heart lurch when Price wasn't waking up. Same thing that made him hide, prone in the bell tower of a Mexican church, making sure Soap would get back in one piece.

Same thing that has him gaze at you now, with eyes that sting with clear, fresh water. No rotting liquid, no oozing pus, or sickening blood.

You shrug, "Maybe your sun is a little eclipsed, but there's that. I can still see it, y'know?"

You outstretch your leg. Press the tips of your toes against his thigh. The world is suddenly in technicolor, and his chest warms like a rekindled flame.

You wink. "And it's bright as hell, too."

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zolass · 4 months ago

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ᅠᅠᅠTHE GOLD AND THE BLUE

ᅠ···─THE GOLD AND THE BLUE with AETHER

Summary: You were simply a traveler living in Teyvat, one day news spread about two stars falling from the sky. Before the news of a new hero rising in Mondstadt came around, Aether.

This one is simply thought of as a series, where I slowly just try to write about Male Reader with each male character of Genshin Impact, this one is all about Aether. Other's will follow probably (hopefully) soon, none of them have a connection there will be a definitely a story or multiple w Male Reader x All M Genshin Characters, just because it seems fun and we all know we have more house husbands in Genshin (and probably other games) than only one.

But the series will probably have more story errors as I'm mostly just a collector, but I'll try to make some sense w the og game plot and events. There will also be mostly fluff, probably lime and smut and if angst then only hurt comfort, and probably some possessive stuff going on w some characters. MALE READER IS TOP IN THE SERIES. Also this one is short I'll try to make them longer. Obv it will take a while for me to write all of these, hope y'all are patient enough w lil ol' me and stick around for a bit. Hope y'all enjoy and I hope y'all are doing well <3 All credits of the art used as banners go to the original creators!

It has been a rather long day since you traveled from Liyue back to Mondstadt. The backpack that you carried was a heavy baggage that slowed you down and made you sweat buckets underneath the blazing sun.

But well you can't help it, even after many times of seeing the same scenery and going through the long and painful journey, you always found yourself traveling from Mondstadt to Liyue.

With a heavy sigh, you slung the backpack from your back, placing it on the ground, before wiping the sweat off of your forehead. Glancing up at the clear blue sky, you couldn’t help but just rest on a rock and simply look up. You deserve a break from traveling.

Suddenly a high pitched voice in the distance caught your attention. As you glanced over you could see the slightly familiar flying silhouette of a small being, Paimon. Slowly another figure emerged, long blonde hair neatly tied to a braid and the all too familiar outfit.

Obviously Paimon wouldn’t be here, if it wasn’t for Aether.

Just as you wanted to look away from the approaching duo, you were stopped by the simple lift of the hand from Aether. You quickly gave a small wave back, before trying to find something to busy yourself with, as it was suddenly so awkward.

You never met Aether really before, but you knew him. How couldn’t you, when almost everyone in Teyvat knew about him? The glorious hero, looking for his sister. As you looked through your back, a slight shadow fell onto your legs and a pair of feet were in front of yours.

As you looked up you came face to face with Aether and a smiling Paimon. “Hello there!” she said while waving her small hand at you, which you returned with a small smile.

“Hello,” was your short response.

There was a certain awkward silence between the three of you, as the two stared at you, while your eyes jumped between the two, not trying to basically stare at the blonde. Which was hard– the reason simply being you never quite got a closer look at the other. Just a few glances at the back, when the other visited Mondstadt or Liyue.

“Uhh– I’m Aether, nice to meet you,” the blonde spoke up, while reaching his hand out to you. Surprised you looked at it, before slowly taking it and shaking his hand, “Y/n– call me Y/n.”

You watched as a sweet smile started to blossom on the others lips, before the voice of Paimon chirped up, “Are you a traveller, Y/n?” she asked, while pointing at your stuffed bag.

Grabbing both of yours and Aether’s attention, your eyes landed on your bag as well, “Yes, it wasn't hard to guess, was it?” you chuckled. “So Paimon is right! Where do you travel to? Did you see a lot of places in Teyvat? Any food–” suddenly a hand clasped over Paimon’s mouth.

“I think that’s enough questions for the span of twenty seconds..” Aether mumbled, while Paimon glared at him. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the display in front of you, lifting a hand up to cover your mouth as two pairs of eyes focused on you.

“No problem.. To answer your questions, I only travel from Mondstadt to Liyue and back– which would also answer your second question too,” you sheepishly said. Paimon stared at you with her big eyes, before glancing at her companion, and then back to you.

“Paimon thinks– you should travel with us someday–” Paimon blurted out, only to get her mouth covered again, you looked surprised but it was quickly replaced with a smile, “one day sure.”

There was a small moment of silence, before it was interrupted by another person, “Hey!” a man yelled as he jogged closer, distress and relief on his face as his eyes fell onto Aether, “We need your help,” the man said out of breath.

Aether threw a glance at you, as you smiled. “Seems like the knight in shining armor has more people to help,” you teased before grabbing onto your bag and swinging it onto your back again, “Wish you the best of luck–” you said while walking a few steps away before turning around, “Hope we see each other again, maybe for a nice dinner on me.”

There was a short moment where Aether seemed surprised at the invitation, but gave you a smile back and a nod, “Stay safe out there,” were the last words from Aether’s side, before he was led away by the frantic man. You watched his back for a while, it felt like all the times before where you were only able to see his back from afar.

With a shake of your head, you turned your back as well as you continued to walk towards Mondstadt.

A few days passed since your encounter with Aether, surprisingly you did see the blonde male a few times in Mondstadt and had a small chat with him, before he was dragged away to help the people in need.

Now you are making your way to the Dawn Winery, as it is the fastest way to Liyue. Yes, you were traveling towards Liyue yet again, maybe with a small stop at the Winery hoping to see a specific redhead, delivering some goods.

With a sigh you couldn’t help but replay the little chats you had with Aether, the other did leave quite an impression on you. The conversation wasn’t as awkward as the first time, as the two of you chatted about travels and a few personal things, which surprised you.

A pair of approaching footsteps brought you out of your thoughts, just as you turned around you spotted the person occupying your mind running towards you. Aether came to a scittering stop before you, his knees bent and his arms holding his body up, while he tried to catch his breath.

You waited for a second watching with slight amusement and curiosity, “Everything alright?” You finally asked, only to get a nod and a heavy sigh. Aether looked at you, after standing back up straight, a small smile formed on his lips. “I asked around where you went, only to hear you want to go back to Liyue again,” he finally explained his sudden appearance.

A small chuckle left your lips, as you looked at him. “Is that so? You wanted to say goodbye?” You asked genuinely curious about why he came after you. At your words, Aether seemed to slightly falter as he smiled sheepishly. “I wanted to see if you– might want some company– and I thought I would get out of some requests..” Aether said while scratching the back of his head.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the second, slightly quieter reason. Shaking your head, you slightly patted the smaller male on his shoulder, “I wouldn’t mind some company.”

#zolass writes #mlm #gay #male reader #male x male #x male reader #top male reader #male reader fluff #fluff #genshin series #Genshin Series by Zolass #Aether x Male Reader #Aether x Top Male Reader #writer

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quintinh43 · 1 year ago

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Feels Like Home | Jack Hughes

Summary: Jack brings his girlfriend to meet his older brother Quinn and his parents. [Requested By Anon]

Pairings: Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, I think, just fluff. Maybe some anxiety?

Wc: 2.9k

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With the off-season officially kicked into gear, you, Jack and Luke were headed to Michigan to meet up with the rest of their family. As the three of you collected your luggage you bounced on the balls of your feet nervously. Today was the first time you'd be meeting Jack's older brother Quinn and his parents.

Your meeting with Quinn being in a matter of minutes, as he was picking the three of you up from the airport. "Relax, sweet thing," Jack hummed, squeezing your hand, "he'll love you."

"What if he doesn't?" You mumble, squeezing his hand back.

"He will." The three of you grab your luggage and head to the baggage area, Luke walking ahead, headphones on, music full blast, ever the emo youngest brother. Jack traces comforting patterns across your knuckles as you get more and more nervous.

Honestly, meeting Quinn is more nerve-wracking than the prospect of meeting Jacks parents. Older brothers are on a whole other level. You feel bad for Luke, for whenever he has a girlfriend to introduce to not one but two older brothers.

Quinn is leaning against the back of his car, arms crossed over his chest, smirking as he lays eyes on his younger brothers. And by extension you. He radiates, cool, calm, and collected. Somehow, that makes it even more scary.

Luke is the first to reach him, wrapping him in a hug. Luke has a good four inches him, but you can tell by the way his body relaxes as soon as Quinn locks his arms around him that their bond is as thick as thieves. He puts his luggage into the car and takes the front seat.

Before he closes the door, he mouths a teasing "good luck" at you. You glare at him, while Jack lets go of your hand, he a Quinn to pack the remainder of the bags in the trunk before he throws his arms around his brother.

"Hi Quinny," you hear him murmur, "Hi Jackie," he grins back, patting him on the back.

"This must be the girlfriend," he says, eyes twinkling with mischief as he squeezes an arm around Jacks shoulders.

"That I am" you smile, holding out a hand for him to shake, "I'm Y/n, its good to finally meet you."

"You too," Quinn says, shaking your hand, "Come on, let's get going, i'm not in the mood to run into people, especially not with all three of us out and about."

Jack nods, opening the back door for you to get in. You slide in behind Luke, and Jack takes the seat behind Quinn. He links his hand with yours and rests them in his lap, tracing patterns on the backs if your knuckles. For all his trying to keep you calm, he was nervous too. It was very important to him that his family loved you.

"So, Y/n, what are your intentions with my brother?" Quinn asks, fingers tapping on the steering wheel while he glances in the rear view mirror.

The tips of Jacks ears turn a vengeful pink. "Quinn!" He huffs in disbelief.

"Straight to the interrogation." Luke snorts. He looks like the only thing he's missing is a bucket of popcorn.

"You don't have to answer him, Sweets" Jack says, glaring at Quinn through the mirror.

"It's ok, Jack," you laugh, squeezing his hand, albeit a bit nervous, you turn to Quinn, feeling more confident now that you get to talk about Jack. "My intentions with Jack are to love him for as long as he'll have me, which is hopefully the rest of our lives." Jack gives you a soft smile, full of promise, and you pocket the memory for later.

"I wanna be his number one supporter, through the good and the bad, I wanna be there for him no matter what. I wanna take care of him when he's sick and celebrate with him when there's something to celebrate. I want to be apart of his family, to love and care for the people he cares for" you shrug sheepishly, like it was the easiest thing in the world to say. Frankly it was.

Jack looks like he might cry. Quinn has a subtle but surprised smile on his face.

"Y'all are fucking disgusting" Luke grins "I can't wait for you to get married, so I can have a sibling I actually like."

"Get fucked!" Jack says, leaning towards Luke to yank on a strand of his hair.

"Bitch!" Luke hisses, twisting to swat at Jack. Quinn rolls his eyes at the two of them, turning up the music in favour of listening to them bicker. He's eyes keep flicking toward you in the rear view mirror, glinting with a pleased look.

A warm feeling floods your chest. If you had to guess you would say won Quinn over. Now for the parents.

The remainder of the fourty minute drive to the lake house consists of Quinn asking you questions, Luke being a little shit, and Jack holding your hand and being a sweetheart or bickering with Luke.

You and Quinn aren't sure how the got the point about arguing over who would be Jacks best man, but here they were.

"You're delusional if you think I was gonna ask you to be my best man" Jack laughs.

"Shut your bitch ass Jack, I wasn't talking about you. I'm gonna be Y/n's best man. Or man of honour I guess. Right

Y/n?" He asks, full blown puppy dog eyes.

"Of course, Lukey," you grin, ruffling his hair. Quinn picked this moment to chime in.

"That means I have to be Jack's best man?" He screechs with mock offense. "No thanks, I'm wanna be Y/n's man of honour"

Jacks jaw drops, and he stares at you with mock betrayal. "You've stolen my family!" He gasps.

You giggle behind your hand, "well maybe if she wasn't one hundred times better than you, we wouldn't like her so much" Luke says matter-of-factly, sticking his tongue out at Jack.

"Do they always argue this much?" Quinn asks you, "if so, how are you sane?"

"Not usually, clearly you bring out the best in them," you grin, patting Quinn on the shoulder. He rolls his eyes, the slip of a smirk on his lips.

"As much as I love that were planning our wedding right now, I think we'd better save it till I have a ring on my finger" you say, throwing a wink at jack.

"Baby, if it were up to me, you'd already have a ring," Jack grins, winking back at you.

"It is up to you dumbass." Quinn says, brows raised. Luke cackles, and Jack blushes, grumbling about how they don't understand. You lean over and kiss him on the cheek sweetly.

"Don't worry Jackie, I know" you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder. You wrap an arm around his Bicep, drawing gentle circles with your thumb. Meeting and getting along with Quinn had vastly eased your worries about meeting his parents.

As if on cue, Quinn pulls into the driveway. And the four of you stumble out of the car, grabbing luggage from the trunk and heading into the house.

Mr. And Mrs. Hughes are hanging out in the kitchen, prepping salad ingredients side by side. As soon as they heard the car pull up, they were waiting by the front door for their boys. Quinn slipped by them, squeezing his dad's shoulder and giving his mom a side hug before the absolute commotion that was his brother's entered the house.

"Welcome home, my boys!" Ellen grinned, Luke had to lean down a comical distance for Ellen to hug him around the neck. She patted him on the back, and he hugged his dad and smartly disappeared up the stairs behind Quinn for you and Jack to have a bit of privacy with their parents.

You hover awkwardly at the door frame while Jack hugged his parents.

After he's hugged them both, he drags you forward by the hand. "Mom, dad, this is Y/n, my girlfriend." he voice has an edge of nerves, and you squeeze his hand.

"Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Hughes, " you smile politely, extending your hand for then to shake. Ellen all but slaps it out of the way as she pulls you into a hug.

"So good to meet you dear. Jack loves you so very much amd we are so happy he found you" she murmers gently. The urge to cry is strong. Jacks family already feels like home.

His dad wraps you in a side hug, "Welcome to the family." He smiles softly, "and please, none of this, Mr. And Mrs. Stuff, it's Ellen and Jim." You nod, even though you know there is no way you'll be calling them Ellen and Jim anytime soon.

"Lunch will be ready in ten. Why don't you guys go get settled and freshen up, and then we'll eat? " Ellen suggests.

"Yeah, we will. Thanks, Ma," Jack grabs your hand and leads you up the stairs to his bedroom that you'll be sharing for the summer. It's spacious and decorated in a way that's most definitely Jack's.

"Do you think they like me?" You ask nervously, putting your toiletries bag in his bathroom.

Jack can hear the worry in your tone. He pulls you into him, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly, "I think they love you sweet thing" he pecks your forehead sweetly, "almsot as much as I do" with that the two of you get settled in comfortable scilence.

Quinn is knocking on the door, "lunch is ready," he calls, going to knock on Luke's door. Jack is dragging you down the stairs, excited to eat. The three of you had snacked on the flight a little bit, but beyond that, you hadn't had a real meal for the day.

Luke is already piling his plate with food. By the time the two of you are down the stairs. "Better get going before Luke eats everything," Ellen smirks, handing you and Jack plates, respectively.

"Mom!" Luke whines, around a piece of garlic toast. Ellen just laughs at her son and waiting for you and Jack to grab food. Everyone piles onto the couch, and Quinn plays a movie. It's more like background noise, as you all chat happily.

Luke leans over you and tries to snatch a piece of garlic bread off of Jack's plate. Jack pokes (stabs) him with his fork, pinning him with a glare. Luke hisses, shaking his hand out dramatically.

"So rude to me," he pouts.

"Maybe don't steal his food then?" Quinn says matter-of-factly. Luke makes a face at him.

You grin at their antics, used to this particular argument by now. Honestly, you're surprised Luke doesn't have permanent fork scars on his hand. You hold out your plate to Luke, and he grins, taking a slice of your garlic bread. Luke sticks his tongue out at Jack.

After a few months of dealing with Jack stabbing Luke every time he tried to steal food off of Jacks plate, you had started putting a little extra food on your plate just for him. Honestly, you could blame Luke. Food just tasted better when you were stealing it off someone else's plate. You did it to Jack all the time, but as his girlfriend and the love of his life, you get a free pass.

Ellens smile is so soft as she watches. She is so happy for Jack that he has someone as amazing as you, she can tell Luke loves you too.

"Whats after lunch?" Jack asks, setting his empty plate on the coffee table. He throws an arm around your shoulder, and you kean into his side, running your fingers along his bare knee absent-mindedly.

"Boat, if you guys are down for it?" Quinn suggests, stacking his plate on top of Jacks.

Both Luke and Jack light up at the idea. You can't help but smile at the look on Jacks face. What you would give for that look never to leave.

"Yeah, let's do that, Y/n has never been on a boat."

Your cheeks flush, a little embarrassed. "What?!" Quinn practically screeches, "alright that settles it, were going on the boat."

You grab the stack of plates from the coffee table, "oh hon, leave it, well take care of it"

"Nonsense, Mrs. H, I want to help."

"Don't worry Mom, I got her" Jack grins, taking half the plates from you. The two of you load the dishwasher together, while the others get ready to go on the boat. You quickly sprint upstairs when you're done, changing into your swimsuit. You throw shorts and a hoodie over it, and slap some sunscreen on your face.

"Jack, did you put on sunscreen?"

He shakes his head, and you dab sunscreen on his nose. He grins, pecking you on the cheek before rubbing the sunscreen into his skin. "Lets go" he hums, throwing a towel over his shoulder for the both of you.

Quinn is already in the driver's seat, scrolling through his music options as he decides what to play. Jack hops over the edge of the boat and offers you a hand to pull you in. You take his hand gratefully as he hoists you over the ledge. You stumble into him, giggling a little.

He smirks, wrapping his arms around you to stabilize you. "Hey, didn't know you were falling for me." He says cheesily.

You hear Quinn snort, a smile playing on his lips. He's happy to see his brother happy.

"Baby, I fell for you a long time ago," you grin, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.

"Ewwww, no kissing on the boat!" Luke yells as he hops over the ledge and throws a towel at the two of you for good measure. Jack catches it and rolls it up to whip luke with it. You and Quinn laugh at the two of them as Jack chases Luke around the minimal space of the boat hitting him with the towel.

As soon as Ellen and Jim approach Jack drops the towel all innocently, pulling you against his side. Ellen rolls her eyes at their antics and sits beside Jim, who wraps an arm around her shoulders. You can't help but smile. They are so cute.

Jack does almsot the same, tucking you into his side securely. Luke looks at Quinn miserably. "we are so single it hurts," he pouts.

Quinn snorts, "Speak for yourself, Moose, I quite enjoy my singularity"

Luke rolls his eyes "singularity my ass, thats not even how that word is used."

"Sorry, but I don't take advice from collage dropouts." Quinn smirks, flicking his head so his sunglasses fall onto his face as he takes off.

"I am not a collage dropout!" Luke scoffs

"Yet," Jack adds with a smirk.

The wind whips you hair into Jacks face, and he laughs as you tuck it into your hoodie. You stay curled into his side happily, enjoying the view as Quinn cruises along the coastline. Then he's slowing the boat to a stop, throwing the keys to his dad, tugging off his shirt, and back-flipping into the water.

Luke follows immediately, whooping as his head breaks the surface. "Your turn Y/n/n."

"Oh no, absolutely not, no thanks." You shake your head with a smile, pulling off the hoodie to lay in the sun.

Before you can fully process what's happening, Jack has his arms around you, and is standing on the seat. You lock your arms around his neck tightly.

"Jack Rowden Hughes, put me down this instant!" you say panic rising in your voice. His parents laugh, hearing you scold him with his full name.

"Catch" Jack grins, prying your arms away from his neck and tossing you in the water.

You scream as you fly through the air, the cold water is a shock as you kick to the surface. "I got you," Quinn smiles, reassuringly, as you emerge. He's got a hand wrapped gently on your arm, providing some stability while you get your bearings. And then, Jack is jumping into the water, splashing you and Quinn in the faces. "Thanks Quinn" you smile softly.

As Jack resurfaces, you swim over to him and attach yourself to his back like a koala. "How dare you!" You hold his head underwater for a few seconds, and he still comes up laughing.

"It was fun, though, wasn't it?" He asks, eyes glinting.

"Yeah," you grumble reluctantly.

"And now you'll jump on your own?" His brows are raised knowingly. Sometimes all you need is a push, or throw in this case.

"Yeah," you grin, pressing a kiss to his hair.

The four of you spend hours jumping off the boat over and over and horsing around in the water while their parents laugh, and throw snacks in your mouths from the boat and take plenty of pictures. Until the sun starts to fall lower in the sky, and Ellen deems it time to head back.

You climb into the boat and throw jacks hoodie on before you tuck yourself into his side as Quinn drives home. The rest of the evening is spent in the pleasant company of Jacks family. Eating dinner, playing board games, roasting marshmallows over the fire pit, and sharing embarrassing stories about Jack.

All in all, his family feels like your own, and being with him feels like home.

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Notes: First Jack fic!! I'm not too sure how I feel about it, but eh, here we are. Thank you, Anon, for requesting, Love Soph ♡

#qh43 #quinn hughes #nhl imagine #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x reader #jh86 #luke hughes #nhl x reader #hughes brothers #jack hughes #nj devils #vancover canucks #lh43 #love soph

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dwreader · 10 months ago

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the bdsm game between loumand is actually one of the most interesting things this season if the fandom wasn’t completely brain dead and so eager to assign the worst possible reading to every scenario. look at when and how this game was established - in episode 4, armand is flexing his power as maitre, is cruel to claudia, scolds louis like a vampire daddy (even calling him a fledgling at the dinner table), all of which upsets louis and makes him weary of entering into a serious relationship with a big powerful vampire again. then he shows up with flowers to beg for forgiveness and shares a traumatic backstory, as louis says textbook lioncourt behavior. but armand desperately wants to prove that he’s not like lestat and while he can’t change the fact that he’s 100x more powerful than a baby vampire like louis, what he is willing to do and what lestat would NEVER do is put on a show of submission to make louis feel better. lestat hid his powers for decades in an attempt to make louis feel more at ease but never in a million years would he actually even pretend to submit. even his “how can i say no to you” is more about how he’s such a generous vampire sugar daddy buying his wife a big present to say sorry. but once he’s asked for some extremely basic adherence to house rules he just says fuck you, I’m your maker and you’re MY fledgings. there is never any attempt to pretend he’s not in charge because his ego is so big that even the display of submission would kill him. standard alpha male toxic masculinity. contrast that to armand’s nice guy routine.. he’s willing to be seen as a coward who couldn’t stop his coven’s plotting bc it makes him seem less threatening. we’ll see if that pans out.

obviously we know armand’s submission is just an act but the reason why both louis and armand need it is clear. armand wants to hang onto louis at all costs and there are just simple biological facts they can’t change (he’s powerful, louis is much less so). so this game is started to put on the illusion of an even playing field so they can be in this relationship without all the baggage of power. what makes it scary is that it masks the true power dynamic. “maitre in the bedroom only when it’s hot or convenient” makes louis lower his guard and successfully convinced him that this was different from lestat, that he has armand wrapped around his finger and will never be a victim again. 2.05 already threw cold water on that but the ending of 2.06 just threw another bucket on us.

#vampterview #iwtv

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faenaussa · 3 months ago

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On a work trip, at the airport in the security line. Pull out both of my laptops (work and personal) and all my photography equipment, and all the other work equipment, then put them into the bin. Continue on with my baggage in another bin, taking shoes off, etc.

TSA agent sees my perfectly arranged bucket after the 5th person in a row next to me asks if they have to take electronics out of their bag. He holds up my bucket and says, "Everyone should make their buckets look just like this," before turning to me and continuing with, "I like you, you know exactly what to do."

I nod and walk to the body scanner. I hold my arms up as the machine whirs around me and think to myself, "I'm getting a good grade in airport security, which is possible to achieve and normal to want."

There's a noticeable pep in my step for the rest of the walk to my gate while I lament the specific type of brain rot that I must have.

#i do get a good grade in airport tbh #i have to fly for work all the fucking time now #and when I pass through an airport I know well I feel like I have that shit on lock #also flying with all of the work electronics is evil and im so spoiled when I leave home because DIA has the fancy new xray thing #the fancy kind where you DONT TAKE ANYTNING OUT OF THE BAG #And then i fly back from somewhere else and the 5000 electronics in my backpack darken my door once again #feel free to ignore

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dollfaceksj · 2 years ago

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can’t afford love | myg (m) MASTERLIST

➥ PAIRING: yoongi x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: Your childhood dream of having 2 children in a big house with a blooming marriage by this point in time has been eliminated the moment divorce came knocking at your door. With only one child and finding yourself back at square one, you ask your ex-husband—Min Yoongi—if he’d be down to fulfill 1 of these 3 things on your childhood’s bucket-list. And no, it’s not giving you a big house.

➥ GENRE: angst ⋆ smut ⋆ divorced/exes

➥ CATEGORY: crack drabble series (bullet-point format)

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, crack au, mom!reader, dad!yoongi, mentions of pregnancy, divorced couple, unprotected sex, emotional baggage (A LOT OF IT), trauma, sad sad sad stuff, humor, angsty angsty angst, smutty smut smut, jealousy, possessiveness, claiming, exes, mentions of body image issues, second chance… maybe, minors dni

➥ UPDATES: every friday, saturday & sunday

➥ STATUS: discontinued

⋆ TAGLIST ⋆

— i n d e x ↓

♢ #1: “would you be willing?”

♢ #2: “nothing i haven’t seen before.”

♢ #3: “why are you hiding it from me?”

♢ #4: “nothing compares.”

♢ #5: “hard to control myself.”

♢ #6: “don’t start something you can’t finish.”

♢ #7: “sugar.”

♢ #8: “what are you doing here?”

♢ #9: “liars tend to lie.”

♢ #10: “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

♢ #11: “plus one.”

♢ #12: “our son.”

♢ #13: “we can do some things with the camera.”

♢ #14: “i don’t need a reason.”

♢ #15: “but you did.”

♢ #16: “then you get it.”

♢ #17: “happy?”

♢ #18: “you gonna let me take care of you?”

♢ #19: “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

♢ #20: “is this really what i once loved?”

♢ #21: “what did we learn?”

♢ #22: “more to love.”

♢ #23: “why do you find it so hard to admit?”

♢ #24: “back to normal.”

♢ discontinued.

➸ support me by buying me some coffee if you want ☕︎♡

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thisreadswhatever · 1 year ago

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The Chase: Part One

Pretty Sweet

series masterlist

[description]: jax teller x female reader

[wordcount]: 2.7k+

[summary]: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.

[cw]: 18+ only minors do not interact - AU, follows some canon characters & themes but timeline is different. otherwise none yet, but stick with me, I have a smutty plan!

[authors note]: this has been really fun to write. thank you so much to this anon for requesting this idea! I plan on writing a good few parts of this.. as I am really loving writing this reader insert. if you have any ideas or suggestions on where you would like this to go, please let me know! I absolutely love getting your suggestions. I really hope you enjoy!

It had been a long sixteen hour drive. You sighed with relief as you sped past the large wooden slice, “WELCOME TO CHARMING”. You rolled your windows down, the wind blistering through your hair as you took in the warm California sun.

You turned the music up, attempting to drown out the events replaying in your head that led you here in the first place.

Charming wasn’t exactly on your bucket list of places to travel. Your parents had split a few years back, after your mom decided she could no longer handle the baggage that came with the Sons of Anarchy MC. Your Dad was an avid member of the Denver Charter, and she soon realised she couldn’t sit back and watch as he grew deeper into the Club. It was a quick and amicable divorce, made easier by the fact you were an only child and more than understanding of why the relationship had to end. You were old enough to see the pain your mom went through trying to make it work, and you knew that it was the best decision for them both. Your Dad on the other hand, never really got over it.

When your mom remarried last year, he decided to leave Colorado and transferred to the SAMCRO Charter. Charming was his home now. He’d been begging you to visit him for months, and despite the fact you were genuinely pleased that he was happy, seeing him so far from home and content without his family wasn’t something you’d looked forward too.

Charming was a small place, and from what your Dad had told you, it had never really left the seventies. Denver was the total opposite, a city full of life and people, and ever growing with new expanding chains of business. Even with the freezing winters, there was always something to do in Denver. But Charming? They barely had a population of fifteen thousand.

You had evaded the trip for as long as you could, blaming college assignments and exams for the reason you couldn’t make the drive. Now that you’d graduated, the excuses had run thin, and it was time to visit your Dad in Charming.

You pulled into the road of the address he had given you, entering a long unpaved driveway that ended on the outside of a dainty cabin. Your Dad’s bike was parked stagnant on the dirt. You dug your suitcase out from your trunk and walked up the wooden steps to the porch, bringing your hand to the door to knock. Before your knuckles could meet the wood, the door flung wide and your Dad lunged at you with open arms.

“You’re finally here!”, he squealed in excitement as he grasped you into a giant bear hug.

“‘Finally’ is right. That was a serious drive, Dad.”

He took your suitcase and carried it through the entryway. “Sure is. I’m so glad you got here safely, kiddo. Come on, let’s get you settled. You hungry? I was just about to make some lunch.”

You followed him inside as you observed the interior of the quaint, dusty cabin. “I could definitely eat.”

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Your Dad showed you to your room and then became sidetracked from lunch, giving you a full tour of his new home and the complete low down of all things SAMCRO. He’d explained that the place was owned by the Club, but nobody ever frequented it unless they were in hiding. Your Dad was housed here for the long term, or at least until he could find something he liked better inside the Charming suburbs.

Once he’d caught you up, he made his start on lunch. You watched as he strolled throughout the kitchen, sitting patiently at the small round dining table.

“It’s a nice place, Dad. Not sure how I feel that you’re out here all alone though.”

“I’m barely here, kiddo. Spend most of my time down the Clubhouse.�� He shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to make sandwiches, dropping a piece of turkey in the process. “I can’t wait for you to meet the guys, y/n. A lot more warm than the ones up in Denver. Some of them are your age too.” He placed the plate in front of you, and you grimaced at the site. Your Dad had never claimed to be a great chef.

“Thanks.” You smiled at him politely, taking a bite and struggling to swallow down the piece of dry sandwich. “I’m sure they’re great, Dad.”

“So, how’s your mom?”

You shrugged dismissively, unsure how to broach the uncomfortable topic of the newly weds. “She’s doing well. Mike is good to her.”

He nodded. “That’s good. I’m really glad she’s happy.”

It was hard to see your Dad try to be okay with the fact that your mom had moved on. The awkward silence was interrupted by his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up from the table. “Finish lunch and we can head on out. The guys are getting together at the Clubhouse tonight, you can meet them all there.”

You knew an evening with a bunch of Californian bikers was going to be inevitable during your trip. At least you could get it over with on the first night.

“Sounds great, Dad.”

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You weren’t thrilled to be back in the confines of your car so soon after your long road trip, but your Dad knew better than to ask you to sit on the back of his motorcycle.

You rolled the windows down of your car as you followed his bike through the winding road from the cabin. As you re-entered Charming, you passed by locally run stores and cafes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a quiet, peaceful town. But you did know better. You knew what the Club’s presence actually meant for a small community like Charming. If SAMCRO was anything similar to the Denver Charter, the underworkings of this town would be anything but quiet and peaceful.

You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, instantly drawn to the huge row of Harley motorcycles lined up on the inner bays.

Your Dad parked up and met you outside your car, telling you all about his new job in the garage as you walked together. He led you across the lot towards a small black door, entering into the SAMCRO clubhouse. It was impressive, a comfortable space with its own bar and lounge area. The place was full of MC memorabilia and pictures from the club’s long history. The furthest wall was centered by two large double doors that were surrounded by mugshots of the SAMCRO members. You had visited the Denver Clubhouse enough to know that room was where the decisions were made.

Your Dad introduced you one by one to several members that were there, a few of which he’d mentioned to you that afternoon. Bobby, Chibs, Trager, Juice and Opie all greeted you with open arms. They were extremely friendly and welcoming, just as your father had promised. The one your Dad called Trager seemed very pleased with your arrival, hugging you for a little too long. Your Dad managed to break the long embrace, pulling you away to start touring you around the building.

“Don’t get too close to that one, kiddo. He’s a little out there.”

You giggled as you nodded in agreement, “I’ll keep my distance.”

—

You sat alongside the club’s Secretary, Bobby, on a leather bench that faced out with a view of the entire room. You observed as the Clubhouse filled with more members and women, a handful of which were old ladies. The rest of them, very clearly single. Of all the members you’d met so far, Bobby had been the easiest to talk to. He clued you in on some of the Club’s legitimate businesses, Cara Cara and Red Woody Productions. You figured that’s where most of the girls came from, retired and current porn stars.

It was a little strange, and anyone else may have felt uneasy seeing their father in this kind of environment. But you were used to the life of girls and guns from growing up with a dad in a motorcycle club. The Denver Charter had its fair share of women in and out of their doors, but mainly just bartenders and the odd crow eater looking for a way in. These girls were more forward, scantily clothed, makeup on point, and obviously comfortable with their surroundings.

Bobby nudged your shoulder, regaining your attention from the party happening around you. “You know your Dad talks about you constantly. He’s so happy that you’re here, kid. We all are.”

You glanced over at your father, a huge smile forming as he collected a drink from the bar.

“He does seem happy. Just weird seeing him away from home.”

“You got a home here with us too now, y/n.” He placed his arm over you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, “we’re your family as much as we are his.”

“That’s really sweet, Bobby. Thanks.”

He pulled his arm back as he chuckled to himself, his large stomach bellowing as he laughed. “I am pretty sweet.”

Suddenly, the front door opened and a roar of drunken welcomes filled the clubhouse as two more members entered. The President of SAMCRO, Clay Morrow, walked in smiling ear to ear, hands held up as though he was a celebrity greeting his adoring fans. You’d heard a lot about Clay from your father, mainly that he was the initial sponsor for his transfer from Denver, and some remarks about what an ass he was. Behind him, a much younger member followed, embracing Opie as he entered. He was different from the other members, not totally clean cut, but you could at least tell he had showered. Not only was he bathed, he wasn’t harsh on the eyes either. You watched as he talked with Opie, his hands pushing his long blonde hair behind his ears as he spoke.

“Who’s that?” You asked Bobby, your eyes never feigning from the man.

“That’s Jax. Club’s VP.”

As you watched him converse with Opie, he suddenly glanced your way, locking eyes with you. You quickly turned away from him and back towards Bobby.

“He looks a little young to be Vice President”, you mumbled as you took a swig from your beer, still conscious that he was looking at you.

Bobby laughed, “Yeah, well, he’s a Teller. His Dad was First 9 alongside Clay and Piney Winston, Ope’s pops. Jax has been SAMCRO since he came out of the womb.”

You raised your eyebrows, glancing back over your shoulder. Jax’s attention had now been obtained by one of the Cara Cara girls. She was pulling him in by his cutte, batting her eyelashes at him as she leaned against the bar.

Bobby watched as you observed Jax. He sipped his drink, amused by your interest. “He’s known for his way with the ladies.”

You wanted to press Bobby further, but your Dad suddenly was stumbling over beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Come on over here, kid. I want you to meet my sponsor.”

“The asshole?”, you whispered to him as you stood up from the chair.

He snickered back at you, patting you on the back. “He’s having a good day.”

—

You were impressed by the brotherhood the Redwood Originals shared. It wasn’t unfamiliar to the Denver Charter, but the way the members of SAMCRO loved one another was palpable. You observed quietly throughout the night as they all ripped into each other with lighthearted banter and spilled beer all over the place. You were conflicted by the fact your Dad fit in so well here. It was painful to know he had chosen this life over one with you in Denver, but you still felt at peace knowing he had found a place in this family.

He was now slumped over a leather armchair in the lounge, snoozing after one too many beers. You nudged his shoulder, trying to wake him. “I’m gonna head back to the cabin, Dad. I’ll meet you here in the morning?”

“You sure, y/n?” He tried to stand up as he slurred, but his balance failed him, collapsing back into the seat. “I can lead you back-”

You chuckled, placing a hand on his head as he closed his eyes, “No way are you getting on a bike in this state. I remember the way.”

Tig overheard and slid himself beside you, placing an arm across your waist. “We’ll take care of him, sweetie. Don’t you worry. Get back safe, okay?”

You unwound from his grasp, collecting your bag from the coffee table as you searched through the contents for your keys. “Thanks Trager.”

A strange laugh left his throat as he watched you leave, before his face turned straight as a board. “Call me Tig.”

You said your goodbyes to the members that were sober enough to communicate, and made your way to the parking lot.

Jax Teller was sitting outside the clubhouse, journal and pencil in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door opening, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

He smiled boldly, in a way that perplexed you. Almost like he was happy to see you, even though you’d never met. He took the cigarette from his lips as he asked, “you’re Ralph’s kid, right?”

“I usually just go by y/n.”

He placed his pencil inside the journal and tucked it snug in his cutte, standing from the bench. “It’s a nice thing you’re doing, coming all this way to see him.”

You nodded, “had to make sure my Dad wasn’t living with some crazed psychopaths, you know?”

He exhaled, his lips forming a perfect O as the smoke left his lips. “Pretty sure a few of those knuckleheads could pass for psychotic”, he teased. His mouth pulled into an infectious smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Jax walked closer towards you, your bodies now inches apart. He held out an open pack of cigarettes, prompting you to take one. You shook your head, declining the offer.

“And what about you? How’s your level of sanity?”

Jax hesitated. “A work in progress.”

You smiled politely as you walked past him, making your way to the car. “Anyway, I was just leaving. Was nice meeting you.”

Jax’s brow creased in concern, “you heading to the cabin on your own?”

You looked over your shoulder to see him pacing behind you, flicking his cigarette to the cement.

“My Dad’s not exactly in riding order.”

“I can take you back.”

You stopped outside your car and turned to him, scoffing at how forward he was. “I met you thirty seconds ago.”

“So?” He shrugged.

“I don’t really think that’s appropriate.”

“I’m not asking to get in bed with you, y/n. You can ride the Harley with me and I’ll leave the second you’re in the cabin.”

You opened the car door, sliding into the seat. “Not gonna happen.”

“I won’t lay a hand on ya, darlin’,” he raised his hand up, smiling, “scouts honor.”

You pressed your lips together, suppressing yourself from giggling at his innocent gesture. “I don’t ride bikes.” You affirmed.

Jax cocked his head at you, confused at the statement. “Denver girl’s scared of bikes?”

Your eyes rolled at his assumption. “No offense, but I just met you. I’m not sure my safety is your concern.” You shut the car door, realising your window had been left ajar from the way there. You wanted to curse aloud that the good Californian weather enabled the opportunity to ride with the windows down.

Jax didn’t push further, nodding his head as he watched you settle into the driver's seat. “No offense taken.”

Jax leaned his head into the open window, resting his arms on the roof of the car. You turned the ignition, letting the engine roar to life. “Nice to meet you, Jax.”

“You too, darlin’. Will I see you again?”

You were looking directly at him, your faces parted only by the frame of the window between you. “I’m here for the week, darlin’.”

His lips pulled from ear to ear, smiling playfully as you put the gear in reverse, forcing his hands off the car as you pulled out of the parking lot. You peaked in the rear-view mirror, finding Jax still watching you drive away into the Charming night.

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cakerybakery · 3 months ago

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Lucifer was more of a tea guy, but after last night he poured himself a cup of coffee into his ‘Ducks of North America’ mug. Then he got down a mug for Adam and made him a cup of the caffeine free coffee.

He and Adam had been up most of the night.

There was a groggy little, “daddy?” As Charlie wandered into the kitchen.

“Hey baby. How are you feeling?” He set down the mugs and moved towards his little girl.

“Bad.”

He just about reached her when ‘bad’ was spewed onto the linoleum.

“Definitely no school today.” Lucifer was already going to keep her home just incase one of her brothers passed the flu onto her. And it seems they had.

She groaned and wrapped her arms around her tummy, sinking down to the floor and wrenching again.

It kicked him into high gear. Lucifer picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He washed her face and helped her rinse out her mouth.

Carefully he helped her undress and put her in a warm shower to make sure she didn’t have any puke on her. He brushed her long wet hair and put it in a quick braid to keep it out of her face if she threw up again. Then took her back to bed.

As she slowly put on a new nightgown, Lucifer changed her sheets to so they would feel fresh and clean. He put her back to bed and went to get an old ice cream bucket, lining it was paper towel to avoid splash back.

Carrying the bundle of sheets and the dirty clothing to the apartment’s in suite laundry, he passed Adam who was in the kitchen, scrubbing the floors.

“Oh, Adam. You should be in bed.”

After finally getting their boys settled around three in the morning, Adam had started to look a little green around the gills himself before spending the next hour curled up in the bathroom.

“It needs doing.” Adam grunted.

Lucifer sighed and finished his task. Adam was always like this. Insisting he had to do stuff or he felt useless. Lucifer tried to assure him that he wasn’t useless, that taking care of the kids all day was contributing. But there was a lot of unpacked baggage in Adam’s brain from his strict religious upbringing.

When they started looking into having kids they had settled on surrogacy pretty easily. Using donated eggs and an agency they ended up with Charlotte and Cain. Fraternal twins, and while they hadn’t wanted to know who the biological father was or each twin. It was rather clear. Cain was Adam’s double as much as Charlotte was his. They had to turn off their phones’ facial recognition stuff because the twins had started to be able to get into their phones and between the two of them bought about fifty bucks worth of in app purchases in a game.

Originally they had planned for Adam to take six weeks off work before putting the twins in daycare. It lasted a day before Lucifer found Adam, shut in a closet to hide as he cried. He hated every second of returning to work and putting their babies in daycare.

In their bedroom closet, the door shut so it was dark and Adam felt safe to express his feelings, they talked about options.

Lucifer came from a well off family. He had a trust fund he could tap into if Adam would rather have a nanny. But Adam quietly admitted while it was better, that it made his guts twist at the idea of wasting money on a nanny just because he was too weak to be away from his babies longer than he needed to be.

So Lucifer suggested Adam stay at home and care of their children. Adam’s heart wanted that, but Adam admitted it made him feel lazy. The six weeks he’d already been at home instead of earning money to pay for his share of things was bringing out feelings of shame.

The bits of his parents scolding Adam for playing house with his sisters and tending to the pretend babies instead of playing sports with the neighbourhood boys came to mind. Little bits of his father bitching that dinner was late because his mother had spent the day caring for sick children instead of making his food. The casual remarks that his sisters shouldn’t be thinking of college, rather of finding a husband from their church group. Their parents never understood why both girls cut them off once they got out.

It had taken a lot to get Adam to even admit he liked men, despite the frantic kissing in their dorm room and the weeks of making love. Lucifer had been with him every step of the way since. They got their first apartment together when Adam was disowned at twenty after telling his parents. When they got married, Lucifer’s parents bought them their current apartment. Each time, Adam had a little freak out about not being the man his parents expected of him.

Eventually they did settle on Adam quitting his job as an accountant and being a stay at home parent. But Adam put a lot of pressure on himself to be the perfect parent and stay at home spouse.

Some days, when Lucifer comes home from work and the place is a mess, dinner hasn’t even been started, and the kids are screaming and running around, Adam flinches like he’s expecting Lucifer to be upset. Lucifer couldn’t care less though.

He grew up with nannies and maids, a professional chef making dinners. His mother spent half her days doing whatever she fancied and the other half playing with the kids or taking them on outings. Lucifer’s father was a workaholic. He was always keeping busy. He had liked being up at five am to have meetings with people halfway around the globe, then casually did paperwork at breakfast. He worked until five pm sharp. Then turned his focus on his family. Engaging his always working mind on helping with homework or their activities. He liked working and made his family his hobby job, giving himself tasks like reading bedtime stories instead of reports.

Currently, Lucifer was still working his way up through his father’s company, but in another ten years or so, when his father retired and would fill his day with hobbies and grandchildren instead, Lucifer was slated to take over. His paycheque was more than enough to cover all their expenses. These days he wouldn’t even have to dip into his trust to pay for the help he grew up with.

Adam couldn’t be swayed though. He needed to contribute if he wasn’t working and felt like he needed to take care of everything himself around the house.

Lucifer went to the kitchen and pulled Adam to his feet. Adam was huffing, red from a fever, and constantly coughing. “You’re going to bed.”

“But, the kids. Charlie will be up soon.”

“Charlie is sick too. I already put her back to bed. All three boys are in their beds sleeping.” He half carried Adam, who was too weak from cleaning to do more than protest. “You need rest too.” He manhandled Adam back into bed. Fed him cold medicine to help him sleep. Then left him in the darkened room to rest.

Looking around the messy apartment, Lucifer decided he needed help. He called his mom.

Sera showed up half an hour later with a chef and a small barrage of maids behind her. The chef took stock of everything in the kitchen, made a list of ingredients, and left. The small army of maids cleaned the apartment from top to bottom. Disinfecting as they went.

Lucifer took a quick nap on the couch as Sera checked on the children and Adam.

A little rest and the toddlers were back to causing, carefully managed by nana Sera, chaos.

As lunch rolled around and their home filled with the smells of fresh baked biscuits and chicken noodle soup, Adam woke up. He was grumbly about the help but he couldn’t argue with a belly full of delicious homemade food, a lemony smelling bathroom as he took a shower, and fresh clean linens as he crawled back into bed for another nap.

Lucifer and Sera got all the kids bathed, fed, and put back to bed for their own naps.

Once the apartment was cleaned, the maid were done for the day and they and chef went home.

Sera then sent Lucifer to bed himself, promising to stay until everyone was feeling better. He reminded her they didn’t have a guest room and she scoffed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, darling.” She shooed him off to bed. “Wouldn’t be the worst place I’ve slept.”

It took a couple days, and Lucifer getting sick as well in the meanwhile, but everyone was better.

Adam settled on the couch and sighed happily. “This is nice.”

“Hmm, it is.” Lucifer agreed as he cuddled into Adam’s side. The kids in their clean beds. “Can we talk about getting a maid service now?”

“Lucifer,” Adam groaned. “You know how I feel.”

“I do. And I keep telling you, it’s okay not to do everything yourself. Just once a week. Someone can come in and do a deep clean while we take the kids to the park or something.”

Adam looked like he wanted to say no, but looking around the once more scrubbed clean apartment, Adam seemed torn.

“You take care of two sets of twins. How you didn’t go crazy when Abel and Seth were born and you had Charlie and Cain still underfoot all day, I’ll never know.” Lucifer kissed Adam. “Darling, you don’t have to be alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have you.”

“Yeah. And I called my mommy for help. I’m just saying, you don’t need to burn yourself out to prove you deserve a place in this home. Please. Let me get a maid, or a chef, or a nanny. Someone.”

Adam thought for a long time before sighing. “Fine.”

Lucifer grinned. Adam was pouting about it now. But he’d come around. Sera and Lucifer never told Adam, but there was a reason she often popped around while their second set of newborns came home. If Adam suspected anything more than wanting grandma cuddles, he never said anything and just enjoyed that she often ordered out large meals when she was visiting. Leaving the leftovers so that Adam could more easily feed their toddlers and himself without having to cook on the days she wasn’t there.

They still had to decide what kind of help to get, but he’d leave it up to Adam to figure out what he was comfortable with. All Lucifer wanted was for his family to be happy. He wanted more evenings with his husband in his arms. Normally, Adam would still be cleaning, insisting that Lucifer not help. This was much better.

“You know what I really want to do, darling?” Lucifer asked in a husky tone.

“Go to bed for the night?” Adam teased.

“You know me so well.” Now that everyone was better, things had calmed down, and Lucifer just really wanted to go to bed early and wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.

Adam switched off the TV, and they went to bed.

#hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #adam x lucifer #guitarduck

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hitchell-mope · 2 years ago

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Oh Christ

#lucifer #buckets of baggage

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bullet-prooflove · 5 months ago

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Three thing event for Terry Silver - chocolate, Hawaii, swimsuit.

Thanks

Tagging: @kmc1989 @thedeadsingforme @eddieslut69 @mia1653 @kimbergoldess

Companion piece to:

Sick Day - Terry knows something is wrong when you don't pick up his call.

Love Story - Terry questions your taste in literature.

Health Care - Terry takes care of your healthcare siutation.

Recovery - Terry plays an active role in your recovery.

Bill of Health - Terry and you discuss money matters when he suggests a break in Bora Bora.

So I switched this to Bora Bora as that kind of fits in with the storyline we have going at the moment.

Bora Bora agrees with you, Terry can see that as he sits on the veranda watching as you collect sea shells on the private beach with a bucket. You’re wearing a yellow bikini top that laces at the back and navy blue bottoms with lemons printed on the fabric. A pair of red heart shaped sunglasses rests upon your pretty features. Your skin is sunkissed, your hair flowing loose in the breeze as you smile to yourself before picking up another seashell.

Terry’s supposed to be working but his tablet rests in his lap instead because you, you captivate him, you always have.

That night you sit at the table as he cooks dinner, arranging your treasures into different colours and sizes.

“What will you do with them?” He asks you, tilting his head to one side as he surveys your project.

“I don’t know yet.” You tell him, the edges of your mouth tipping up as your fingers caress the indentations of a chocolate brown shell. “That’s the fun of it.”

It’s the next day that you ask him to source you some tile, adhesive and resin. They’re delivered within a couple of hours and you spend the evening arranging patterns, fixing shells onto the tiles in complex formations. If there’s a methodology to your work, he can’t see it, you just go with the flow, seeming to know where each piece fits.

“It’s beautiful.” He tells you once you’ve finished the design.

You crafted nine tiles with the seashells from the beach, placing them in a square formation on the table and the result, it’s stunning. This, he thinks, is one of the reasons he fell in love with you, the way you see the world, the way you immerse yourself in it, it’s breath taking.

It’s a month later you return to Los Angeles, the tile art carefully packed away into the baggage hold of Terry’s private jet.

You’re scrolling through the pictures of your trip with your boss from the gallery when his eyes fasten on the tile art you've created. He falls in love with the design immediately, telling you he’s been looking for something with this level of authenticity for his beach house in Malibu.

When you return to Terry's that night, you’re walking on air. You launch yourself into his arms as soon as you step through the door and he gathers you up close, planting light kisses on the top of your head.

“What brought this on?” He asks you and you tilt your face up to look at him, your eyes bright with exhileration.

“I sold something.” You tell him and suddenly Terry understands the joy in you. “I sold my first piece.”

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#terry silver #terry silver x reader #cobra kai

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cheemscakecat · 1 year ago

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Found some more Pain for y’all

So, spoilers for the Tf2 comics that might never be completed.

Ya’ll remember what happened with Sniper and his parents?

So first his parents die, which is terrible enough because he called them every week and trusted them. But on top of that, he finds out they adopted him, and he can’t find answers on where he came from. And he spent six months dealing with that emotional baggage.

But thankfully, he’s right about Pauling knowing where to look, and go to New Zealand and meet his birth “parents”.

But his father is a national embarrassment that destroyed the country. His birth parents can’t stand each other. And on top of that, his imbecile father has the gall to ask him for money.

The lab was the only place that didn’t flood, and when “mom” leaves, she breaks a hole in the roof. And she left without her son or any of the people who came with him.

Something else important is that other teammates are there, including Spy. This was important enough to Sniper that the other teammates could know what was happening [Pauling could have lied to them]. Spy’s instinct when the room starts filling with sea water is to snap Pauling out of her Administrator disapproval panic.

If Medic hadn’t brought Sniper back with his mad science, this would have been it. A terrible demise after being left to drown by his garbage biological “parents”.

In my bucket scene analysis, I talked about how Spy wanted to do one last good thing for his team when they thought they were going to die. He wanted them to write down everyone’s last wish and fulfill them, so nobody died as depressingly.

I imagine it impacted his decision to lie about Tom Jones being Scout’s father. He saw what happened to Sniper here and didn’t want his son to die confused, disappointed and angry. Because he cares about Scout more than those two crappy New Zealanders cared about their lost boy.

#angst #tf2 #tf2 comics #tf2 sniper #dadspy #character analysis

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thestarfishface · 1 month ago

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What is something you always wanted to mention but no one asked yet about blorbitos?

I have gotten some questions about something mentioned in my many doodles so I am using this opportunity to talk about The Botched Proposal (mentioned in this post)

SO BASICALLY what happened goes like this:

Verity and Rodin knew each other and were Blacksmith Buddies (TM) for several years pre-adventuring, and started dating once they left town to quest and such. Verity kicked the bucket 2-3 months into Questing, after which the rest of the group spent a few years trying to revive her. Nothing worked* and they eventually gave up.

Rodin, later in life, started building up his political influence, eventually becoming a Very Big Deal and getting the title of Lord. He did end up getting married to a dwarvish woman as part of this, but it was very much a political marriage and it didn't last long bc his (now ex) wife "didn't like playing second fiddle to a dead woman". There's some baggage there. Yikeronis.

Part of dwarvish custom is that you can symbolically pass on titles to the deceased to honor their memory. Rodin wanted Verity to be honored and share his lordly title, so (assuming she was Super Dead And Never Coming Back) he did a post-mortem symbolic marriage to her to pass on his rank and title.

*Turns out, one of their resurrection attempts DID work, it just took 200 years to kick in.

Several decades after marrying her post-mortem, Verity shows up, unexpected and very much alive, on Rodin's doorstep. And he has to explain all that to her. It is awkward as hell.

The Most Awkward Proposal In The World happened not long after Rodin explained all this to her. He was super flustered and defensive and told her he would NEVER have gone through with what he did if he had known she was going to come back someday, and says that they can get the marriage annulled. Verity DOES like Rodin, but marriage was a bit much, and she needed some time to waffle over her feelings. There was A Quest she and the current party had to go do and she said they'd talk when she got back.

So she gets back after the quest a day or two later and goes up to his room to talk things over. She manages to surprise him and, as she walks in, sees him chuck something shiny across the room. There's some awkward stammering conversation wherein Rodin understands if she wants to get the marriage annulled, and has already had the paperwork drawn up- all she has to do is sign it. BUT if she thinks she DOES want to keep the marriage, he wants to propose for real. With some fancy engagement jewelry he has already made. And threw across the room in surprise when she came in. So. That's. Awkward.

Verity says she still cares about him but things are real awkward and weird now and she needs time to adjust and figure out her feelings. She likes him, but marriage is too much too fast. Rodin is disappointed but understands (he's just grateful she doesn't hate him after All That), then manages to... exit the conversation by leaving the room and skedaddling away. Despite the fact that they were in his private quarters when they had this conversation. So he just. Left her. In his own room. As a way to escape the awkward convo. (Cue Mira and Willow's ghosts screaeeeaaaaaming, not that anyone can hear them.)

Anyway Verity was nosy and went digging for the jewelry after he left and found out it was a platinum and amethyst armband. Very pretty and matched the crystal of her horns. She ends up leaving it on his desk.

And thus begins The Situationship (and many many divorced jokes).

#star talks #star plays dnd #asks #honestly I had forgotten about the “chucking the engagement jewelry across the room” part of this scene until after I made that comic #verity and rodin are awkwardly circling each other forever now #I'd say queerplatonic is a good word for what they have going on at the moment #but The Situationship is funnier to say #bc Rodin has Very Big Feelings #meanwhile Verity wants to take things slow and not rush into something just to match his emotions #'he's had 200 years to fall in love with me- I need time to catch up' sort of vibe #except now Rodin's in danger of dying of old age BUT IT'S SO FINE EVERYTHING'S FINE #we're gonna 'power of love' our way into immortal love story everybody get on the motorcycle vroom vroom

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jackiefruitfreezedried · 2 months ago

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(M)ist(y)’s Bloody Valentine

- main one-sided Mistyjackie with a side of Jackieshauna (more than I initially intended)

- warnings: death (very mild brutal description), unhappy ending, writer’s first (kinda) story, fast pace cutting of scenes, pee/pee bucket mentions.

- summary: Misty’s been obsessed with Jackie ever since she gave her a Valentine.

- rating: PG 13

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Misty Quigley, the school weirdo.

The kind of girl no one wanted. The kind of girl who never once got a Valentine’s card—at least, not until this year.

Because this year, Misty’s Valentine’s folder wasn’t empty.

A single card slipped out onto her desk, causing her already bug eyes to widen further. The card wasn’t homemade—just a cheap, store-bought thing from one of those grocery store packs. But that didn’t matter.

It had her name on it.

Misty’s fingers trembled as she ripped it open.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Misty.”

Next to the words, a small yellow heart.

Signed, Jackie.

Jackie Taylor.

The fresh new team captain of the school’s girls soccer team, the Yellowjackets.

Misty Quigley realized two things that Valentine’s Day:

1: She was going to become a Yellowjacket.

2: She was the kind of girl someone wants.

Jackie has been struggling since the crash. She’s thinner now—thanks to often offering her food to Shauna—The hunger has hollowed out her cheeks, she’s weaker and the cold has stolen the glow from her skin. But to Misty, she’s still perfect.

More than that—she needs help.

No one else seems to see it. Too concerned with themselves.

They whisper behind Jackie’s back. Complain that she doesn’t pull her weight, that she wastes food. Even Shauna has started to pull away.

But Misty?

Misty will help.

She watches for any sign of discomfort or illness in their captain, always right there to nurse her back to health.

“Jackie you’re hurt!”

Jackie glances down at her knee. The scrape is small, barely bleeding. She lets out a short, breathy laugh that angelic laugh. “Misty, it’s fine. I’ve had worse injuries in practice.”

“It could still get infected out here,” Misty insists. “I’ll clean it.”

Jackie sighs but lets her.

Misty works carefully, hands lingering just a little too long.

Jackie is coming back with water from the lake when she notices Misty’s hands.

They’re stained red. Jackie didn’t know if she was more worried at the thought that Misty got hurt—or that she hurt someone.

She doesn’t want to believe them but she’s heard the rumors about the girl.

Her voice is sharp. “Misty, what the hell happened?”

Misty blinks down at them. “Oh. It’s not mine.”

Jackie’s stomach turns, now even more worried that her ladder thought was correct. “Then whose is it?”

Misty just smiles.

“I was helping Shauna butcher the rabbit for dinner,” she says lightly. “I saved you the biggest piece.”

Jackie exhales, a little shaky. “Jesus, Misty. Warn a girl.”

Misty tilts her head.

“You don’t have to worry,” she says softly. “I know how to butcher a lil’ ol’ rabbit.”

Jackie forces a laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

The blood is still on Misty’s hands.

Jackie doesn’t like how comfortable she looks with it.

It was during the fight with Shauna that Jackie realized she’s utterly alone out here.

None of her team chose her, they rejected her as their captain. She’s useless baggage.

At least… that’s what she thinks.

Until the cabin door creaks open.

“Jackie, I heard what happened.”

Misty.

She steps closer, voice gentle, unwavering. “I won’t turn on you.”

Jackie swallows. She wants to be relieved yet she can’t help but feel slightly annoyed at the intrusion—she was hoping for someone else.

“Misty…”

“I mean it,” Misty says, voice even softer now. “I’d never hurt you like she did. Like they all do.”

Jackie sighs. “Misty, that’s really sweet, but—”

“I’m here for you, Jackie.” Misty steps closer. “Anything you need.”

Jackie forces a smile.

Misty is just being kind.

Jackie should be more grateful.

But she can’t help but feel she already lost her support system.

Jackie is cold.

It’s a biting, relentless kind of cold that seeps into her bones no matter how tightly she wraps herself up.

She doesn’t complain—not out loud. Complaining just gets her glares now.

But Misty notices.

One night, as Jackie curls up near the fire, shivering, she feels something soft and warm drape over her shoulders.

She looks up.

Misty is kneeling beside her, smiling. “You should take my blanket.”

Jackie frowns. “What? No. You need it.”

“I don’t mind,” Misty insists.

Jackie hesitates, glancing around the cabin.

No one else is paying attention.

She doesn’t want to take it from the girl. But she’s so tired. So cold.

“…Okay,” she mutters. “Thanks, Misty.”

Misty beams.

Jackie doesn’t think much of that look in her eyes.

Not yet.

Jackie is mindlessly fixing her hair in the reflection of an icy pot when Misty suddenly appears behind her.

“You should let me do it,” Misty says.

Jackie blinks. “Do what?”

Misty grins. “Your hair.”

Jackie hesitates. “Uh… I don’t know, Shauna used to usually...”

Misty’s smile falters, just slightly.

“Just let me try,” she says, voice light. “You did so good with my makeup, even though you didn’t know my exact melanin density.”

Jackie bites her lip.

She misses brushing her hair—or having it done for her. Misses looking like herself.

“…Alright,” Jackie sighs, handing Misty the comb. “Just don’t pull too hard.”

Misty’s eyes light up.

She sits behind Jackie, working slow, careful strokes through the tangles.

Jackie sighs, closing her eyes.

It feels… nice.

She almost forgets where she is. Who this is. Who it’s not.

Almost.

Then she feels Misty’s fingers linger a little too long at the nape of her neck.

She tenses.

Misty quickly pulls back, clearing her throat. “Sorry! Just a little knot.”

Jackie forces a smile. “Right. No big deal.”

She shakes it off.

It’s nothing.

Right?

Jackie tries not to think too much about the way Misty is always there. Always watching. Always helping her, always touching her, always complementing her…

But it’s hard not to notice when it keeps happening.

Again. And again.

“I don’t get why everyone listens to Lottie now,” Misty whispers one night. “You’re the real leader.”

Jackie laughs. It’s short, bitter. “Yeah, well, no one else thinks so.”

“But I do,” Misty says, eyes shining. “I think you’re amazing.”

Jackie smiles, brushing it off yet again, but something about Misty’s expression lingers.

Something too intense.

…giving her gifts…

Jackie wakes up to something prickly on her pillow.

She blinks, groggy, fingers brushing over the texture of small, dried flowers.

Jackie frowns.

Flowers? In the middle of winter?

She sits up, glancing around the cabin. Everyone is asleep.

Almost everyone.

Across the room, Misty is watching her.

Jackie holds up the flowers. “Where’d you get these?”

Misty smiles. “I found them a few weeks ago, before the snow really hit. Thought they’d cheer you up.”

Jackie hesitates, then smiles back.

“That’s… really sweet,” she admits. “Thanks.”

Misty’s face lights up.

“You like them?” she asks, too eagerly.

Jackie shrugs, tucking the flowers beside her bedroll. “Yeah. It’s nice to get something pretty.”

Misty nods, pleased.

Jackie doesn’t see the way Misty’s eyes flicker to the flowers like they’re a promise.

She’s just glad Misty isn’t staring at her again.

For now.

…sleeping with her…

It’s one of the worst nights yet. The coldest they’ve endured.

And Jackie can’t stop shaking.

Her fingers feel like ice.

She barely notices Misty slipping into her bedroll until she feels warm arms wrapping around her.

Jackie jerks. “Misty—”

“You’re freezing,” Misty murmurs. “We need to share body heat. It’ll help.”

Jackie stiffens.

But Misty is warm.

And Jackie is so, so cold.

Shauna has been sleeping by Tai.

Jackie has been in a corner by herself until now.

She forces herself to relax.

“…Fine,” she mutters.

Misty smiles against her shoulder.

Jackie doesn’t fully feel the way Misty’s lips press against it.

Jackie wakes up too warm.

For the first time since the snow fell, she isn’t shivering. There’s heat pressed all along her back, arms wrapped too tightly around her waist.

It takes a second to remember—Misty.

Jackie tenses.

Misty’s breath is warm against her neck. Her grip isn’t just close—it’s tight. One of her hands is clutching Jackie’s like a lifeline, fingers intertwined.

Jackie slowly shifts, trying to pull away.

Misty makes a soft noise, tightening her hold even more.

Jackie’s breath catches.

“Don’t go,” Misty murmurs, still half-asleep. “You need warmth.”

Jackie freezes.

Her pulse pounds. Misty’s voice is too soft. Too intimate.

It’s not normal.

Jackie forces a laugh. “Yeah, well, body heat works. But it’s morning now, so—”

She shoves Misty’s arms off. Not too hard. But enough.

Misty blinks awake, looking at her with something like hurt. Like a kicked poodle.

Jackie forces herself to act casual.

“I gotta pee,” she mutters, already knowing the bucket is full, she grabs her coat. She doesn’t look back as she steps outside.

When Jackie steps outside, she’s hugging her jacket tight. The cold is sharp, bracing, real.

She still feels the ghost of Misty’s arms around her, the press of her breath against her neck.

Jackie shudders—from the cold, she tells herself.

She moves far enough away from the cabin to pee, knees wobbling from both the freezing air and the uneasy weight in her chest.

She’s barely finished pulling her pants up when she hears it—the crunch of snow behind her.

Jackie’s shoulders snap up. She whirls around, expecting to see Misty.

Instead, it’s Shauna.

Jackie goes still.

Shauna hesitates, just a few feet away. The angle of the trees casting long shadows over her face.

Neither of them speaks.

Jackie should say something. She’s been waiting for Shauna to say something.

But now, standing here, face-to-face after days of silence, she doesn’t know what she wants to hear.

So she just sniffs, folding her arms. “What, are you following me now?”

Shauna rolls her eyes. “Yeah, because I really missed you that much Jackie.”

Jackie scoffs, looking away. Shauna should miss her. She should & shouldn’t have done a lot of things.

Shauna shifts her weight, arms tucked close for warmth.

Something is there, in her face. Not quite regret. Not quite anger, either.

Jackie doesn’t know what to do with it.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Shauna mutters. “It’s freezing.”

Jackie lets out a bitter laugh.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she says. “Misty’s got me covered.”

She doesn’t mean for it to come out like that—sharp, uneasy, bitter, flaunting.

But it does.

Shauna’s brows furrow. “Misty?”

Jackie waves a hand, like it’s nothing. “Yeah. She’s been really… attentive lately.”

Something about the way Shauna looks at her then makes Jackie’s stomach twist.

Like she’s seeing something Jackie isn’t ready to.

After a beat, Shauna just says, “You coming back in?”

Jackie exhales, glancing toward the cabin. She knows if she walks in now, Misty will be waiting.

Watching.

Jackie swallows. “In a minute.”

Shauna lingers for half a second more before nodding and heading inside.

Jackie doesn’t follow.

She just stares down at the snow, heart pounding, telling herself it’s just from the cold.

Letting herself get lost in the empty white color.

Misty has been watching Jackie—not watching her pee, of course, she turned away for most of that.

When someone else steps into view.

Misty stiffens.

Shauna.

A rush of heat flares in Misty’s chest, flashing hot, then icy.

She can’t hear what they’re saying, but it doesn’t matter.

It’s Shauna.

Again.

Shauna, who hurt Jackie. Shauna, who abandoned her.

And yet, there she is, standing too close, still thinking she has the right to talk to her.

To take her away.

Misty grips the bedroll so hard her knuckles ache.

Jackie was with her tonight. Misty had taken care of her, kept her warm, held her.

Jackie needed her.

But now, Shauna is out there. With her.

And Jackie isn’t walking away.

Misty’s pulse pounds in her ears.

She watches as Shauna turns back toward the cabin, Jackie lingering.

Why isn’t she coming in?

Jackie doesn’t want to go inside yet.

Misty sees that thoughtful look Jackie gets when she’s deciding on soccer plays. She’s thinking about something.

Or maybe… someone.

Misty lets out a slow breath.

Maybe Jackie is thinking about her.

How warm it was, how safe she felt, how much she liked being held.

She’ll come in soon.

And Misty will be right there waiting. But until then she’ll just keep watching.

Jackie is curled up near the fire, she had fallen asleep.

Misty is sitting beside her, watching her sleep, touching her hair.

Not brushing it. Not fixing it.

Just stroking it.

Shauna sees Jackie’s fingers twitch.

A tiny movement. A flinch.

Like some part of Jackie knows something is wrong. Even in her sleep.

Shauna steps forward.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Misty’s head jerks up.

“Shauna?”

Shauna’s eyes are on Misty. “I asked you a question.”

Misty blinks, smiling. “Oh. Jackie likes it.”

Shauna tenses.

Misty tilts her head, like she doesn’t understand. Like Shauna is the weird one.

“She lets me, I’ve been doing her hair” Misty says happily.

“While she’s asleep?” Shauna glares.

Misty reluctantly stops and drops her smile as she meets Shauna’s glare.

“Goodnight, Shauna”

Outside, the wind is brutal, but Shauna barely notices.

Jackie crosses her arms, wanting to make a remark about how Shauna is pervy for always being there when she’s peeing, but she doesn’t have the energy. “What, Shauna?”

Shauna takes a breath. Doesn’t sugarcoat it.

“Misty is obsessed with you.”

Jackie rolls her eyes. “Oh my God, not this. Jealous much?”

Shauna huffs. She’s not jealous that Jackie has a new bff or whatever—she concerned. “I’m serious, Jackie. She’s always there. She’s always—touching you. And you let her.”

Jackie bristles. “She’s been nice to me. What do you care?”

Shauna’s chest tightens. “I care because it’s not normal. And I think you know that.”

Jackie exhales sharply. “She’s not obsessed, Shauna. She’s just—”

She hesitates.

Because what is she supposed to say?

That Misty comforted her after their fight?

That she let Misty hold her when she was too cold to care?

That Misty might make her a bit uneasy but at least she’s there for her?

Jackie shakes her head. “You’re being dramatic.”

Shauna’s jaw clenches. “Jackie, just listen to me—”

“No, you listen.” Jackie steps closer. “Not everyone here hates me. Misty actually gives a shit about me. Maybe that bothers you, but I don’t care.”

Shauna grits her teeth. “Jackie, she doesn’t just ‘care.’ She—”

Jackie cuts her off.

“I’m done talking about this.”

She turns and walks back toward the cabin.

Shauna watches her go, frustration burning in her chest.

She knows Jackie sees it. But she won’t admit it.

Not yet. Not until it’s too late.

Misty had been out there too—gathering some twigs for Mari’s breakfast stew. She had heard the accusatory words out of Shauna’s mouth. But what really stuck with her was the way Jackie defended her from them.

The care in Jackie’s voice that was for her.

Shauna’s pulse kicks up when she nearly walked into Misty on her way back to the cabin.

“Misty,” she says carefully.

Misty tilts her head. “You really don’t like me, do you?”

Shauna exhales. “I don’t trust you.”

Misty’s smile widens. “That’s okay. Jackie does.”

Shauna’s stomach tightens.

Misty leans in, voice too soft.

“She doesn’t believe you,” Misty whispers. “She thinks you’re just jealous.”

Shauna tenses. “I’m not—”

“I don’t blame you.” Misty’s voice is so gentle, so rehearsed. “You had her first. But she’s mine now.”

Shauna’s breath catches.

Misty leans back, still smiling.

“Almost breakfast time” she waves the twigs and heads inside.

The moment Jackie finds the old Valentine tucked into Misty’s bedroll, her stomach drops.

She stares at it, running her thumb over the faded paper. The edges are soft, worn down, like someone has touched them constantly.

Jackie barely remembers giving it to Misty.

But Misty never forgot.

Jackie glances up, uneasy, and finds Misty watching her.

“You kept this?” Jackie asks, trying to sound casual.

Misty nods, smiling. “Of course.”

Jackie lets out a breathy laugh. “Wow. That’s… crazy.”

Misty tilts her head. “Crazy?”

Jackie hesitates, she regretted her wording. “Not you I just mean wow—barely even remember giving it to you.” She feels like her foot is halfway down her throat.

Misty’s smile flickers. “But you did. You gave it to me.”

Jackie nods quickly, sensing a shift in Misty’s mood. “Yeah. I did.”

Misty smiles again. “And it meant something.”

Something cold settles in Jackie’s gut.

“Yeah.. it was really sweet that you kept it Misty”

Sweet. Misty replays the word over and over in her mind. Jackie keeps calling her that. Jackie thinks she’s sweet…

…Jackie thinks she’s funny…

Misty remembers telling some stupid joke—something about Coach Ben being secretly in love with Nat.

And Jackie laughed.

A real, genuine laugh.

Misty didn’t expect that reaction—she was half-serious after all—but still she beams. Jackie’s laugh is so holy, Laura Lee would’ve probably labeled her a false prophet.

…Jackie wants her…

Misty remembers the Valentine’s Day card like a prayer. A sign from the universe. Jackie had chosen her.

And Misty had proven herself worthy. She became a Yellowjacket, she fought to be closer, to be useful, to be needed.

Now, in the wreckage of their lives, Jackie needs her more than ever. Misty made that happen.

Misty sees it when Jackie shivers, when she presses her hands together to warm them, she needs Misty’s warmth.

And when she looks at Shauna like she’s drowning.

Misty knows Shauna isn’t going to save her.

She will.

And inside Jackie knows it too.

She must.

Why else would she let Misty touch her, brush her hair, hold her through the night?

How else would she make her laugh and keep her warm?

Jackie likes it. Jackie likes her.

Even if she doesn’t say it.

But she says Misty’s sweet. And that’s all the confirmation Misty needs to hear.

Jackie is so sick of this.

It’s bad enough that everyone has turned on her—ignoring her, muttering about her, acting like she’s dead weight.

But now? Now Mari is complaining about the damn pee bucket?

“It’s disgusting, Jackie,” Mari snaps, arms crossed as she stands near the bucket like it personally offended her. “You’re the one who’s like, never dumped it. So it’s well past your turn”

Jackie’s hands clench into fists. “Seriously? But I ‘like, never’ use it!”

Mari shrugs. “Yeah, well, you haven’t done much else, so…”

Jackie feels the eyes on her. Some of the girls agree with Mari. Others—like Shauna—just look away. Do nothing.

It’s not worth fighting.

With a huff, she grabs the bucket, the warm, rancid liquid sloshing against the sides, and storms toward the door.

Before she can even step outside, a chirpy voice cuts through the tension.

“I’ll go with you!”

Jackie stops.

Of course.

Of course Misty would volunteer to accompany her on this humiliating little chore.

Jackie exhales, exhausted. “You really don’t have to.”

Misty smiles. “I don’t mind!”

Jackie doesn’t argue.

They walk in silence, the snow crunching beneath their feet, the bitter cold biting through Jackie’s coat.

The cliff isn’t too far. But it’s far enough away for Jackie’s legs to feel like they’re going to freeze off. Misty however, actually looks happy to be there. Walking alongside Jackie in the frostbite inducing cold.

Jackie exhales, staring down at the icy drop as she sets the bucket down.

She’s put this off long enough. She should’ve probably listened to Shauna sooner—as hard as that is to admit.

She turns to Misty, arms crossed, steeling herself.

“Misty… I know.”

Misty blinks. “Know what?”

Jackie sighs. “That you have… some sort of.. feelings for me.”

Misty doesn’t even try to deny it.

Instead, she smiles.

“I do,” she says simply. “I think you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”

Jackie’s breath catches. She expected awkward denial, maybe defensiveness or even anger—it is the 90s after all. But Misty’s voice is steady, confident.

Misty takes a small step closer.

“Jackie, I know you’ve been struggling. I see how they treat you, how Shauna abandoned you. But I haven’t.” Her eyes shine with something raw, desperate, reverent. “I never will.”

Jackie swallows hard. She knew this conversation would be uncomfortable, but the sheer intensity of Misty’s words makes her stomach twist.

“I… Misty, that’s really sweet, but…” She sighs, trying to be gentle. “I don’t feel the same way.”

Misty freezes.

For a moment, the only sound is the wind howling through the trees.

Jackie waits, bracing herself. For Misty to cry, get upset, something.

Instead, Misty lets out a small, breathy laugh.

“You don’t mean that,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I know you care about me, too. You let me hold you. You let me keep you warm. You let me in. You gave me your feelings in that card”

Jackie takes a step back.

“Misty, I—”

“You don’t have to be scared,” Misty reaches for her. “I’ll always take care of you, Jackie. I—”

Jackie pulls away.

“Misty, stop,” she says, firmer this time.

“It was just a Valentine”

Misty shakes her head quickly, sharply. “No. No, it was more than that. You meant it.”

Jackie takes a step back. “Misty…”

Misty’s eyes soften, pleading now. “We should take care of each other. We could be… close.”

Misty isn’t getting it.

“That’s not what this is. I—God, I was just being nice. I didn’t want you to feel alone—I didn’t want to be alone, but that doesn’t mean—”

She interrupts, stepping closer. “I know you’re scared, because Shauna hurt you, and everyone else turned their backs on you, and you don’t know who to trust anymore, but—”

Her fingers graze Jackie’s wrist.

Jackie instinctively pulls back.

Misty freezes.

Something in her eyes flickers—just for a second.

Jackie exhales. “Misty, please. I just—I don’t want you to waste your energy on me, okay? You deserve someone who actually feels the same way.”

Misty stares at her.

Like she’s waiting for Jackie to take it back.

Like this is just another one of Jackie’s mistakes—one Misty is willing fix.

But Jackie doesn’t. So Misty can’t.

So something in Misty snaps.

Her eyes finally go wet, wild. “No, no, you don’t—” She steps closer, hands reaching out, voice rising. “You don’t mean that, Jackie, you just don’t see it yet—”

Jackie steps back. “Misty, stop—”

And suddenly there was a scream. Misty didn’t know where it came from until she realized Jackie wasn’t in front of her anymore. She had fallen.

Misty had just reached out to try and hug her, that’s all she did…

Jackie lies in a crumpled heap at the base of the cliff, limbs bent at angles that don’t look right, hair splayed around her like a golden brown halo.

Misty’s chest seizes.

For a moment, she just stares.

Her mind refuses to accept what she’s looking at.

Then she’s moving—stumbling forward, dropping to her knees beside Jackie’s broken body.

“Jackie,” she tries, gently shaking her shoulder. “Come on, you’re okay. You’re okay.”

Jackie doesn’t move.

Misty feels something crack inside her.

Her breathing turns ragged, uneven.

“No, no, no, no—”

She presses both hands to Jackie’s chest. Maybe she can—maybe if she just—

But Jackie’s ribs are wrong. Beneath the tattered layers of her coat, something feels too sharp, too shattered.

Misty pulls her hands back like she’s been burned.

She suddenly has blood on her hands, Jackie looks butchered with the red staining the snow around her.

This isn’t happening.

This can’t be happening.

Jackie was supposed to fall in love with her, not to her death.

Misty just sits there, legs going limp, staring into red.

All Misty wanted was for Jackie to see her. Really see her the way she saw Jackie.

But all Jackie saw in her was a sweet treat, a pleasure to indulge in before going back to her regular diet. But it was too late, Jackie’s teeth had already rotted.

The cabin is silent.

The kind of silence that settles deep, that presses down, that doesn’t lift.

The fire has burned low, casting flickering shadows along the wooden walls. Everyone is in their own world—too hungry, too exhausted, too consumed by the cold to speak.

But Shauna can’t move.

Can’t blink.

Can’t breathe.

Jackie is gone. “Missing”.

Her hands tremble as she reaches into the pocket of her coat, fingers brushing against crumpled paper.

A Valentine’s card.

Jackie gave it to her a couple years ago.

It’s still in good condition despite being in the wilderness. Shauna took good care of her books and that’s what she considered this, the words she loves put to paper by her most important person.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Shauna.”

“I don’t say it enough, but you’re my favorite person. I’d be lost without you.”

Shauna closes her eyes.

Her chest aches.

Jackie had been lost—and Shauna let her go.

Shauna presses the card to her chest, as if that can bring Jackie back.

As if that can undo what’s been done.

Tears blur her vision, but she doesn’t wipe them away.

She just sits there, alone in the dark, holding on to the only piece of Jackie she has left.

She knows she didn’t just go missing—Misty Fucking Quigley is responsible, she’ll take care of her soon—but right now she just needs to mourn.

Butchering Misty will have to wait until her mind is done carving her own heart out and squishing it. It’s what she deserves. What Misty deserves.

Her and Quigley were never Jackie’s knights, never her protectors.

Combined they were like the big bad dragon who charred the princess’s skin off.

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Note 1: this is my first story (in years) so I’d like it if you could leave some critiques (:

Note 2: my criticisms: I have a problem with mischaracterization, I’m still learning how to connect with characters through my writing, but I’m trying. This also gives me trouble with internal dialogue.

Note 3: missed opportunity not doing something with the mining shaft theory given the title of the fic, I know.

Note 4: Even if you don’t like the story you gotta appreciate that I spent HOURS making it look like this😭 seriously why does the coloring ‘an shit take so long (anyone know a way to do it faster?)

Note 5: I wanted to make the text yellow but I didn’t have that option so orange it was.

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