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rogueddie · 2 years ago

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When Steve wakes up, he is very confused. His room looks very different and unfamiliar- but he knows it's his. It still has the plaid wallpaper his mom had picked out for him (he hadn't liked it, but there was a lot of lines and pretty colors).

The toy car his babysitter, Sarah, had gotten him for his fifth birthday isn't on his dresser anymore. He knows that she'd left it there for him last night, playfully insisting that he couldn't play with it until his actual birthday.

He'd been so excited to play with it. He wants to cry, and wail. He wants to run to his parents and scream until they give it back.

But they aren't home. That's why his babysitter had been over the previous night. They have a very important business trip that they aren't allowed to miss, not even for Steve's birthday.

The pictures in the hall look different too. Sarah had put up some cool pictures for him. She'd done the same for his fourth birthday. They had to take them down at the end of the day, but it had been nice to have family pictures up. Even if it was just for a day.

Sarah isn't downstairs.

He almost does scream this time. She'd promised that she'd stay the night, sleeping on the sofa, so he could have pancakes for breakfast. It's one of the many things that he can't, or isn't allowed, to make on his own.

His cake isn't in the fridge either. He even pulls a chair over so he can climb on it, to see if she'd hidden it on one of the higher shelves.

He sits on one of the dining chairs, watching the clock, and waiting.

After two hours pass, he gives up any hope he has.

Sarah, just like his parents, is probably too busy for him. He reasons that she probably just forgot to tell him. His mom had done that one time- it had stung, but he couldn't blame her. He forgot lots of stuff, even if it is important.

The only cereal in the pantry is some plain, corn brand that he doesn't recognise. It tastes just as bad as it looks, but there isn't a lot of food anymore.

At least, not a lot that he can make.

He has a second bowl, putting a few spoons of sugar in. It's not much better, but he doesn't feel so hungry anymore.

The TV looks different too. There's weird and new things playing. It's fun, interesting, and distracts him well enough that he's able to keep himself from worrying about how long he'll have to be alone again.

The next day goes the same.

The third day, he risks cooking. It ends up a little burnt, but it's better than cereal all the time.

The fourth day, he can't eat the food he tries to cook. It smells too nasty. He has to have cereal again. The sugar helps.

The fifth day, he doesn't risk cooking. His parents have never left him alone, without a babysitter, for more than a week, so he'll have a nice meal soon.

The sixth day, he checks their voicemail. There's a few odd messages from grown up sounding people, asking about how he's feeling, but he doesn't recognise any of their voices. He doesn't know what numbers he should try calling. He hopes they try calling again.

The seventh day, he sits at the bottom of the stairs. He stares at the front door, ready to jump up and give his mom and dad a warm welcome home.

The eighth day, he's starting to worry. Surely his parents will remember to call a different babysitter?

The ninth day, there's a key in the door. He almost misses it, sat in the kitchen, glaring at his cereal.

"Steve!" Someone calls. It sounds like one of the nice, unfamiliar grown ups who left a voicemail message. "Stevie! You here? How are- oh my god."

"Hi," Steve greets. He waves, tries giving his most polite smile. He almost forgets to keep his lips shut- his dad told him that his teeth don't look nice enough for a grin that big yet. "You're one of the nice people who left me a message, right?"

She stares at him for a long moment, mouth hanging open. "Steve?"

"That's me! What's your name?"

"Robin."

He sticks a hand out to her. "I's nice to meet you Miss Robin!"

"Yeah," she replies, voice high and thin. Her hand is trembling when she gently shakes his hand. "I'm... gonna need to use your phone. Real quick, ok?"

"Um... ok. But you can't make long distance calls, mommy will be very mad at me." He bites his thumb nail, following her into the hall. "Are you a babysitter? Is Sarah sick?"

"Sarah?" Robin echoes, questioningly. She's only half paying attention though, pushing in a phone number.

"My babysitter. She was supposed to be here for my birthday."

"It's your birthday?" She chokes out, spinning around so fast she stumbles. She looks heartbroken.

"Not anymore! It's ok, you don't need to be sad. She gave me my present early too, so it was good."

"Wait. How long have you been... what have you been eating?"

"Um. Cereal, mostly. All the food is different. It's weird."

"That's not- oh, hi," she turns away slightly, talking to whoever is on the phone. "Yeah, I'm at Steve's right now. Gather, like, everyone. We have a major emergency."

"No!" Steve quickly says. He tugs at the bottom of her top. "Not an emergency! You can't say that, you'll get me in trouble!"

"You don't understand, this is-"

"No, please," he pleads. He can only hope he won't get in trouble for talking back to her. "I'm sorry."

"Ok, ok, alright," she agrees. She pauses for a second, listening. "No, that was Steve. Yeah, exactly, that's why-"

"Tell them it isn't an emergency. Please. If dad hears, I'll be in big trouble."

"Ok, big guy. It's not an emergency. Just... yeah, do that. Yeah. Alright. No, I'll be fine. I can deal with it. Ok, see you soon."

She hangs up with a sigh, turning to look at him. She still looks sad.

"Are you ok, Miss Robin?"

Her laugh sounds strained, but she laughs. "I'm alright. How are you?"

"I'm ok. Do you know when mommy and daddy will be back?"

"I don't. I'm sorry, Stevie."

"It's ok. It's only, like... I can't really, uh, cook."

"I can make you something. What's your fave? It was your birthday, you said? Let's get you something special! How old are you?"

He stumbles a little, trying to keep up with her fast talking as well as he long strides. "I'm five. Sarah was going to make me pancakes."

"We can do pancakes." She searches the cupboards and fridge, frowning. "Where is anything?"

"I dunno. I looked but everything is all gone or weird."

"Well... we'll just have to have pancakes later. Special pancakes, for the special birthday boy."

"I guess."

She steps close, putting her hands on her hips as she looks him over. "Are you sure you're five? Did you hit your growth spurt early? You're getting real big."

"I dunno. Mommy says I'm gonna be tall and be a real ladies man, or something."

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Not really. Mommy thinks it's cool though."

"Hm. Are you too big to pick up?"

"Oh, you're not supposed to. Daddy says I'm a big boy now. Big boys don't get picked up."

"Your dad's an asshole."

Steve giggles, quickly covering his mouth with both hands. "You're not supposed to say that! It's a naughty word!"

"Supposed to do this, supposed to do that," she tutts. She leans down, scooping him up into her arms, resting him on her hip. "Your five, stop being so boring!"

Her hand feels so big on his back, like there's no way he could fall with her holding him. She doesn't even seem to mind his hand automatically grabbing the collar of her shirt.

"Daddy doesn't like it when people pick me up."

"What do you like? Hm? Do you want me to put you down?"

"... No."

"Then I'm not putting you down. Daddy isn't here to tell us off, is he? And what he doesn't know, can't hurt him."

She bounces him a few times, making him giggle. Judging by her satisfied grin, that was her aim.

It confuses him, a little. Mostly because she keeps doing that- little things, little comments, trying to make him laugh. Trying to make him smile. Even just listening to him talk about things. Little things. Silly things. Like she isn't annoyed when he goes on, and on, and on.

By the time another person comes in, he's decided that she's the best person in the whole wide world. If she puts him down or tries to leave, he's going to throw a tantrum.

He knows it's bad, but he doesn't want her to leave too. She's cool.

"Oh, God. Robin, please tell me that the baby isn't Steve."

"He's five," Robin corrects. "And yes, it's Steve. I checked, it's him."

"What the hell happened to him?"

"I don't know, I called you!"

"Is something wrong with me?" Steve asks, voice quiet and timid.

"No!" Robin quickly tries to say, at the same time the man says, "yes, obviously."

"Dustin!" Robin scolds.

"What? Lying to him won't help!"

"Neither will being a dick about it!" She tutts at him, adjusting Steve in her arms when she looks to him. "It's nothing, like, bad. It's just kinda weird. See, when we saw you, a week ago... you were a little bit older than me. And now you're five."

Steve stares at her for a moment. She looks too serious, too honest.

"Weird," he says.

"Exactly," she agrees. "From what you've said, though, it's not that bad. You're still you, and you're healthy. You're just... not so big."

"Maybe El can fix him," Dustin mutters, squinting at Steve. He leans close. "When did this happen?"

"He's been like this for a week," Robin tells him. Her voice is quiet, almost scared- it doesn't help that Dustin looks horrified too. "At least."

"Who's been taking care of him?"

"No one."

"What the hell," Dustin turns his frown on Steve. "Why didn't you call anyone?"

"Not supposed to unless it's a real emergency," Steve says. "Mommy says she has a repo... rep... rep-yuh-tay-shun. It's a big thing."

Dustin looks heartbroken, turning to Robin, who shrugs back at him. He groans after a pause, frowning at Robin. "Shit. You can't drive."

"Oh, shit."

"I'll call Eddie," Dustin sighs, already heading to the hall.

"Who's Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Eddie's a friend. He looks a little scary, but don't worry. He's a big softie, an absolute teddy bear." She leans close, whispering loudly with a grin. "Don't tell him I told you, though. He likes to pretend that he's all tough and mean."

"And he's... not mean?"

"Not a cruel bone in his body."

"Ok," he bites at his thumb, frowning when Robin gently pulls his hand out his mouth. "You won't leave though, right?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"You gotta promise, though! Pinky Promise!" He lifts a hand, sticking his pinky up- Robin almost immediately wraps her own around his.

"I promise I won't leave you. Who knows what could happen if I leave you alone with the gremlins." She pretends to shudder. "Oh, the horrors.."

"He'll be here in five minutes," Dustin announces.

"That's... quick."

"Yeah. I barely got out 'Steve is in trouble' before he hung up."

"Maybe don't start like that next time," Robin rolls her eyes. She adjusts Steve again, trying to sit him higher on her hip. "He's probably breaking at least, like, five speeding laws or something."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"Whatever." She huffs. "Jesus. Steve, bud, I might need to put you down for a sec."

"Oh... um... do you have to?"

"My arms are really starting to hurt, bud," she says. She looks as upset at the idea as he feels. "Maybe we could sit down together. Would that be a good compromise?"

"Yeah!" He grins. "What's a comp- compa-"

"Com-pruh-mise." She says it slowly, careful to sound it out, as she sits down on the sofa. She pulls Steve around so he's sat on her knees, facing her. She keeps one hand on his back, supporting him.

"Com-pa-mise," Steve repeats.

"Oh, that was great!" Robin encourages, laughing at how big and excited Steves responding grin is. "Well, compromise is when..."

Robin is so patient with him, taking her time with him, making sure he understands what she's saying- before easily jumping onto whatever tangent he brings up.

It feels like only a few minutes have passed by the time the doorbell rings. Dustin stands to answer- Steve had completely forgotten he was there the whole time, too caught up in his conversation with Robin.

He doesn't come back for a moment. Steve can hear muttering, straining to hear what they're saying, but the living room doors shut.

A man follows him inside. He's tall, with long hair and dark clothes. He looks different to anyone Steve has ever seen before. He looks scary.

"Oh god," he mumbles, frowning at Steve. "You're not joking."

Steve tugs at Robins sleeve, leaning close to her, whispering, "who's that?"

"Oh, right!" Robin groans when she stands, lifting Steve with her. "Steve, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve."

"This is Steve," Eddie repeats. "Jesus Christ."

"Why do you look so scary?" Steve blurts out. He slaps a hand over his mouth, horrified.

But Eddie just laughs. "Damn, Stevie, tell me what you really think."

"You do!" Steve snaps, face warming. "All the black and chains and stuff."

"Robin is wearing 'black and chains and stuff'."

"Yeah, but Robins cool."

"You wound me," Eddie gasps, slapping a hand to his chest. "I'm totally cooler than Robin."

"Nope," Robin quickly cuts in. "Steve said I'm cool, not you. It's been said, declared- no, decreed! Facts are facts, Eds, suck on it!"

"Ew," Steve and Eddie say in sync, grimacing.

"Alright," Dustin interrupts, hands on his hips. "You're introduced, now can we go? Now?"

Part two

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #ficlet #stevecentric #I've been trying to remember where I wanted to go with this but failing miserably so I'm just posting it #it's not great but I like it so 🤷‍♂️

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lsunstreakerl · 7 days ago

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i feel so honoured to have inspired this ficlet situation 😂 literally any dad!gp or dad!christian stuff you have in mind, young max or present day or whatever i am not picky 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you spoke what I'm sure several people were thinking lol. here's some famiglia dad!gp, 700 words.

"So he's... um."

Christian flounders, sitting across from Gianpiero at his desk, trying to find words.

"Um. A member of the nonspeaking community?"

Gianpiero can't hide his snort, palming his forehead.

"He's mute, yes."

Christian looks relieved, shoulders sagging.

"I can say mute? Thank god- these HR memos are getting out of hand."

Gianpiero rolls his eyes, leaning back into his chair. Christian is clearly trying, intrigued by the idea of having a teenager around the garage.

"He's a bit shy, fair warning. Until he gets comfortable, anyways- I get all sorts of sassy notes now."

Christian nods.

"Teenagers. You said he's not- it's just you and him, right? He's not biologically yours?"

Gianpiero drums his fingers against his thigh, trying to decide if he needs to be defensive or not.

"He's-"

He pauses, thinking of a few years back. Max had been so small, and Gianpiero had been so awkward- neither of them knew what they were doing.

He's had to learn to cook, because while it's perfectly acceptable for a single man in his thirties to eat ham sandwiches whenever he was home, it's frowned upon to put a child through it as well.

So he's bought a few cookbooks, their house has more spices than he knew existed, and he's been learning how to make a fulfilling plate while being judged by a mute teenager.

Sometimes Max helps, standing quietly by his side and carefully chopping vegetables. Or he'll turn down a burner when Gianpiero has forgotten to keep an eye on it, saving them both from the smoke alarm- it makes a truly terrible screeching noise.

He'll wait until Gianpiero is absorbed in work on his laptop before slinking into the living room, settling a few feet away on the couch and opening a book.

If Gianpiero waits patiently, he'll move a few inches at a time, stealthily creeping closer until his head droops sleepily onto his shoulder.

He hadn't understood it before- the way parents talked about how it felt when their children fell asleep on them.

He gets it now.

The first time it had happened he'd frozen, afraid to even breathe for fear of waking Max back up.

Now he's more used to it. It's part of their routine- Gianpiero pretends he doesn't notice Max creeping closer, Max pretends Gianpiero lifting his arm up to rest on the back of the couch is convenient, instead of calculated.

Max hasn't brought up anything about how Gianpiero carries him back up to his room each night, and Gianpiero's more muscular now than he was before, but-

He gets it now.

He'd lift a car for this kid, fight soldiers, get in trouble with the law- anything.

Max has brought a spark into his life he didn't even know he was missing- witty and insightful, deeply judgmental and surprisingly sweet, all without speaking a word.

He's made Gianpiero reevaluate how he looks at the world. People have asked him before if he's lonely, just him and Max- no partner or mother in the picture.

Gianpiero couldn't imagine anything else.

Sure, the house is a bit of motorsport enthusiasts bachelor pad, but it's perfect for them- workbooks and data packets scattered across the counters, mismatched shoes by the doorway.

So what if sometimes they have miniature competitions, trying to see who can flick the straw wrapper into the kitchen trash bin from across the living room.

Max's favorite movie being The Hangover is probably a bit immature, but it makes him so happy Gianpiero can't bear to shut it off- even if they've seen it a million times and he rolls his eyes every time.

Gianpiero would act out the stupid movie himself if it meant Max got to be that happy all the time. He knows Max has been through a lot- sees it every time Max flinches, or startles awake on the couch, pressing further into Gianpiero's side.

He wishes he could take that pain away. Wishes he could go back and time and change it, give Max a better life- even if it would mean removing him from Gianpiero's.

He's learning that this is what it means to be a parent.

Gianpiero smiles back at Christian.

"He's my son."

#famiglia familie #ficlet #dad!gp #prompt fill

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hibiscuslovecandles · 8 months ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 LOVER BOYᯓᡣ𐭩|Twst First Years

Genre:Fluff,crack,AU, GN!Reader Warnings: Smoking weed,Alcohol consumption,Might be ooc this was the first thing i wrote, not proofread, Let me know if there's any warning I missed! Note: I wrote this some time ago lol I'm just trying to get this out my notes

❤️Summer of 2003. The three months where you were sent to the Rose Kingdom to stay with your grandma and aunt because you didn't give them enough calls.

❤️So there you were following around your aunt, grandma, and your grandma's boyfriend around a barbecue because you literally didn't know anybody there due to not having visited since you were like what 11?You're pretty sure the entire neighborhood is present considering the amount of people here.

❤️The same 4 people were going in and out of the gate to the backyard they looked about your age, you could socialize with them but that'd be more work than it's worth, they've probably known eachother for years and have dynamics already so it's probably best not to intrude

❤️Absorbing in the atmosphere of this place filled you with a sense of nostalgia the smell of hotdogs, the fairylights hanging from the porch,the worn down paint of the fence, the chatter of neighborhood drama that you don't understand, the kids around with pixie sticks, the styrofoam cup of cold knock off Coca Cola in your hand, the famous foldable chairs, the fact that you know when you wake up the next day you'll be covered in mosquito bites, all these things brought a warm feeling to your chest. Maybe this summer won't be so bad you thought as you lay in the hammock.

❤️You were so in peace that you didn't hear the sound of the house next doors dog barking.

❤️Almost in a snap of a finger you fell off the hammock hitting the ground when a group of boys jumped over the fence and into the barbecue.One of the boys having knocked you off the hammock during his escape. You only saw the back of the head of the guy who threw you on the grass without even apologizing as you got up. Orange hair.

❤️Two red heads, A young man and a middle aged woman, yelled “ACE” at the orange haired boy but he didn't hear either or them because of adrenaline or he didn't care because he just hopped into the next backyard with his friends following.

❤️The two red heads along with your aunt,granny,and granny's boyfriend hurried over to you and asked if you were alright which you were, No concussion or anything still they were apologetic, The ginger man in the sense that he was trying to be polite and the ginger woman in the sense she was cussing out this Ace kid

❤️The next day while you were in your aunt's office updating your MySpace blog on her computer your grandma called you downstairs where the the three gingers were waiting in the living room with the middle aged woman grumbling, the ginger man looking tired, and the boy that knocked you over looking annoyed that he was being forced by his mom to apologize to you.

❤️And thats how you met your boyfriend.

❤️Not how you got with him though…

❤️You two actually became pretty good acquaintances after that, no real hostility towards eachother, the reason why he was hopping fences was because he was running away from his friends house after his friends dad walked in on them drinking beer….it wasn't even cold beer.

❤️Whenever your grandma would send you to the convenient store to get her some ointment you'd always pass the basketball court on your skateboard and wave to Ace and depending on what he was doing he'd notice and wave back

❤️On your way back to granny after getting her ointment with the money she gave you Ace stopped you and asked you about your skateboard and if you could teach him how to skateboard, considering the fact you had really nothing else to do other than play a singular game on your phone, Update your blog, Listen to your Grandma's weird ass lore, Watch your trash reality television, Deal with your aunt's bitchy complaining, and sit in awkward silence with your grandma's boyfriend,you agreed resulting in you two swapping emails, numbers and MySpace's.

❤️You both made arrangements to meet on Saturdays at the skatepark since he only stays with his mom and brother on the weekends, trying to help him balance on your skateboard but his stubborn ass being persistent that he could do it and didn't need you to hold his hand like a baby... he ate fucking dirt without using you as a rail he was dickhead but in a boyish dirtbag way where it was entertaining enough you didn't completely wanna murder him and still went back to your place and tossed a band aid at him whenever he'd scrap his knee.

❤️Because you're such a excellent teacher he actually got pretty decent at skateboarding and the two of you managed to convince his mom after alot of begging to buy him a skateboard. You helped him decorate the skateboard at his place almost immediately after it was bought and helped him paint and put a punch of stickers on it.

❤️A skateboard with a swirling black and white checkered stair case pattern, a heart at the center with “TRAPPOLA” across it in ransim letters and a bunch of stickers from childhood shows like Scooby-Doo,Rugrats,Pink Panther,etc. It was a fun thing! So fun infact you two still hung out even after he got the handle of skateboarding

❤️You’d let your Granny and aunt know that you were going to the basketball court they knew you were just going there to hang out with Ace since you've never shown any interest in basketball in the past,Your aunt was far more hesitant on letting you hang out with Ace than your Granny considering your first encounter with Ace, while your Grandma just didn't want you to grow up to be a old lonely hag and to be like her so she actively supported the idea of you hanging out with him and for you to stop being single like she used to. You'd just sit on the bench at the basketball court cheering him on and dodge the occasional basketball flung at you.

❤️“This ones for you!" Ace shouted as he pointed at you, going to shoot,….he missed completely causing you laugh your ass off and him flipping you off, just usual banter between the two you, you made it up to him by buying him some Cheetos with your own money at the local convince store. You had a crush on this guy…You don't know if you had a crush on a loser or if you were the loser for having a crush on him all you know is that you liked spending time with him to the point you spent the entire day with him doing dumb shit around the neighborhood. You two had to book it back home once the street lights were on since that meant you two were gonna get fucking yelled at for being out that late

❤️You ended up getting dropped off first and as you hurriedly pulled out the key to your Grandma's baby blue house you felt a pair of lips press against your cheek before running noises you whipped your head to see Ace rushing away. You call out to him “Date on Saturday?” “If I'm not grounded!”

❤️And that's how you got your boyfriend.

❤️When you found out he'd be attending Night Raven College in the fall you were nervous since you two already lived pretty far away from eachother with him being from the Rose Kingdom and you being from Port Jubilee and knowing how things ended with his ex but Ace reassured you that he likes you enough that he'll message you everyday after classes end and that he'll try to get permission to go to your town to go on proper dates.

❤️And he does message you! He updates you on how his school life is going, sends pictures of his friends and a weird cat monster thing, and complains about his housewarden to you.

❤️You managed to get into contact to his friends Deuce and Yuu on MySpace!They were suprised that Ace of all people had someone i mean look at you!You're a beauty then theres just some guy :/ but hey you guys would exchange school drama letting eachother know what was happening at eachothers schools and they'd update you on dumb shit Ace did that he left out of his story on how his housewarden was being “unreasonable”

❤️Missing Ace has got you scrolling through your blog and Ace's looking at photos taken at dates from over the summer and just hitting you with nostalgia like your first date at the arcade and desperately trying to best eachother at DDR, that one date where he tried teaching you basketball, the date at where you swam in the river where your aunt,granny, granny's boyfriend and his mom and brother were present, Oh! Then there was the date where you two just laying on his mom's couch sipping on cold beers his mom forgot to lock up watching COPS on her TV, then that's the photo of the date where the two of you were being a inconvenience to the 7/11 employee by making slushies and filling them up with candy and overall just dicking around that the two of you eventually calmed down from by just laying on your backs on the abandoned train tracks in the woods.God you need this again.

❤️You actually like this guy enough that you have polaroids of him and you not even on dates just doing regular shit like cooking,walking, him playing basketball, skateboarding, flipping eachother off, holding hands, kissing,etc. All of these polaroids you decided to post on your blog in a messy pile resulting in Ace jokingly calling you obsessed with him despite him having taken some of those polaroids, Yuu complimenting the photos and thinking they look cute, Deuce still being confused Ace managed to bag ya know YOU, and some of other Ace's friends like Epel, Jack, and Cater finding you through Ace's friend list on MySpace and seeing your blog post and asking you ALOT of questions

❤️When he visited your place during winter break for a date it was the first time your parents met Ace, the only way they knew about him was through you showing them pictures of him and your aunt and grandma telling them about him. He tried to make a good impression while also trying to add a bit of his own personality mixed in there causing you to cringe and your parents to be even more wary about him. You told Ace to go upstairs while you tried to explain to your parents that Ace is a good guy you swear!

❤️Maybe your parents had a right to be worried…You two smoked weed in the locked bathroom while Ace helped you dye your hair a pretty color with the new Eminem album that Ace brought in his baggy pants playing from your CD player on the toilet lid. You two kept updating eachother on eachothers lives despite you two already knowing what was going on due to the daily messages it was just nice to talk to eachother face to face again that you two were just saying things the other already knew.

❤️It was nice to just hold and kiss eachother on the now wet bathroom floor with Ace simply playing with your hair lovingly staring at you admiring the new color. The open bathroom window not helping with the weed smell, you know damn well your parents are gonna flip at the two of you so you just lean your head against his chest and ask him to stay with you in the bathroom and he agrees, the two of you just dozing off in the tiny cramped bathroom.

❤️You got grounded for the weed and your parents took away your stash and your parents didn't want you to be with Ace anymore…That didn't stop you from sneaking out with Granny as your alibi to continue seeing Ace.

❤️Thats your bitchass boyfriend Ace Trappola.

♠️Middle school in 2001. Your dad is stingy and sends you to a public schools even though he 100% could afford to send you to a private schools but you couldn't care too much since if you went to a private school you wouldn't have your elementary school crush Deuce!You've had a crush on him since first grade but you were too shy to tell him or have your friend send him flowers you picked on the playground during recess!You've never spoken to him but It's the first day of middle school you can't wait to finally talk to him and see him aga-

♠️Hes blond now? Is all you think as you saw him near a group of delinquents at the start of the year assembly staring at him strangely trying to get used to seeing him with blond hair now, this must be a new development since you lived across the street from him and didn't see him with blond hair until now, you didn't know he hung out with that crowd?Maybe it happened over the summer he just didn't seem like the type to hang out either these kind of kids hell he even had a customized jacket so he was in deep.

♠️This was all you and your friend could talk about the first few weeks into middle school, Deuce always seemed like a good kid with his little rabbit lunch box and Spiderman sketchers but now he's in a tween gang, It just was a suprise is all didn't stop you over swooning over him.

♠️Your friend not showing up to school was also new development, you did ask them if something was going on at home or if they were being bullied which they evidently denied and told you not to press them on the topic if you still wanted to be friends so you didn't push for details just letting them know you're there for them….and you may or may not have voiced your concerns to the school counselor. The next day your friend showed up covered in bruises some of which look infected yelling their head off at you in the school hallway you weren't raised to take this so naturally you yell right back at them causing a screaming match between the two of you making the teachers split you two up.

♠️During 3rd period you glanced out the window in the door and see your friend walk into the bathroom with a group of delinquents following behind them, this immediately caught your attention and asked the teacher to head to the bathroom, you walked into the bathroom and saw your friend being pushed head first into one of the bathrom sinks. You immediately stood between your friend and the person who pushed your friend…it was Deuce. You spat hurtful words at him and his eyes softened in guilt for a second before his hands became fists and he punched you in the face with his delinquent buddies behind him cheering but sadly for him your dad didn't raise no bitch and always told you to aim for the throat.

♠️This landed you both in the principal’s office covered in bruises with a snarl painted on your face and a pout on Deuce's with your dad and his mom. His mom trying to apologize to your dad and the principal for the trouble but your dad was still hyping you up and giving you advice for your next fight with someone. Deuce still got 2 weeks suspension and you didn't face any real consequences other than detention so you basically won the fight.

♠️You and Deuce were not allowed to be in the same clasees and the school factually made sure that the two of you didn't run into eachother but since the two of you lived across from eachother glares were exchanged between the two of you but not fights happened after school. Luckily Deuce and his gang stopped picking on your friend after the situation and if they did start doing to again they know damn well you are not afraid to swing.

♠️To say the least you hold grudges. You didn't have a crush on him after the situation.

♠️Not the best first impression from your boyfriend not how you got with him though:/

♠️2004 White Rabbit Festival, You and your friends decided to attend I mean you guys have nothing better to do so might as well go and have fun right?

♠️You greeted Deela,Deuce's mom, at the White Rabbit Delivery booth when you got there despite her asshole son she's a very kind woman you can't believe such a delinquent came from her must've been from his dad's side

♠️You and your friends ran off to dick around other places in the park before deciding to head on over to the folk museum and inside you run into none other than Deuce Spade in full Rabbit get up something you hadn't seen since elementary school,with some people that were presumably friends of him also wearing rabbit themed outfits. It wasn't Deuce's usual delinquent friends you've gotten used to seeing it was a whole new group of friends probably friends he made while at Night Raven College. You noticed that he wasn't blond anymore and went back to his natural hair color of dark navy blue. Your friends all know you hold grudges so when their eyes landed on Deuce they immediately looked at you worried that hands were gonna be flown, their worry elevated when you moved past them and towards Deuce who still hasn't noticed you yet.

♠️What suprised them is that instead of you tackling him to the ground you placed a firm hand on Deuce's shoulder with a bright smile “Hey Deuce buddy it's been awhile!” catching Deuce's attention and his friends. Deuce seemed suprised by your friendliness towards him but replied politely. You were still pissed at him absolutely but you thought it'd be way funnier to mess with him by being overly nice than just side eye him. Which is why your two friend groups ended up spending the entire festival together.

♠️Deela seemed ecstatic that you and Deuce seemed to be getting along which made you feel bad since now that you two spent almost the entire festival together. he seemed pretty decent compared to his middle school years, he's grown and changed and he's trying to be a honors student that's weirdly sweet, you paid close attention to Deuce and paid little attention to Deela,Deuce's friends, or even your friends! You'd only pay attention to Deuce's friends and Deela whenever they'd mention Deuce's name and would genuinely defend him whenever Grim would make a joke at Deuce's expense which would make Deuce flustered and he'd reassure you that everything was fine…Everyone was exchanging knowing glances even Ortho, a robot who can't experience crushes, knew. You even helped Silver with his alarm clock why? Maybe Deuce was rubbing off on you. Your friends were annoyed that you guys were basically hanging out with strangers now but you insisted that it was just to mess with Deuce's head little bit and totally not because you enjoyed spending time with him and like getting to know him as a person

♠️Even though most people don't eat with someone they've had beef with since middle school or share stories from elementary school to his friends and mom that Deuce doesn't even remember and refuse to explain how you knew those things despite only interacting with him in middle school. Epel decided to help Deuce out and nudge him closer to you and try to get Deuce to let some compliments about you slip but Deuce either got confused or flushed which annoyed your friends and Deuce's who know there's some sort of romantic tension going on its just that you two were in denial and your friendgroups were frustrated.

♠️Then a group of delinquents kicked Deela's booth and a bet was placed.

♠️You remember standing next to Deela with your friendgroup being antsy since if Deuce and his friends won the race. the delinquents would have to apologize to Deela if they won or theyd gave to give the delinquents money. You were genuinely worried not for Deuce but for those delinquents! Cauldron Deuce is what they called him in middle school he took on 100 armed guys completely unarmed. Those delinquents don't realize who their messing with. Just as you thought Deuce and his friends managed to run out the maze and won and the delinquents were fearfully forced to apologize.

♠️The sun setting and you said bye to Deela,Your friends,Deuce's friends,and Deuce. You were about to leave until Deuce hugged you…Deuce realizing what he just did leapt off of you and apologized for hugging you….and punching you in 6th grade. He says that he had a crush on you since 3rd grade and that because he became a delinquent he had to fit the mold and that he's sorry and if you two could start over. You hand him your phone and tell him to add his number and ask him if he wants to go on a date some time.

♠️Thats how you got with your boyfriend Deuce

♠️You two would call frequently, mostly from your end since he'd forget due to school work or hanging out with friends. You let Deuce plan your first date over a phone call, You'd come onto his campus and you guys would watch movies together,it was something really simple for a first date!So you didn't dress up too much just a simple outfit.

♠️Deuce was waiting for you by the mirror in a just as casual outfit and the two of you got told what you can and can't do on campus before being allowed to leave the mirror chamber. You kept asking Deuce where he was taking you as the two of you got further and further away from the main building, there's no way they put the dorms this far away from the actual school building right?Your confusion only enhanced when you and Deuce ended up infront of this beat up looking mansion…When the two of you went inside you realize the inside was pretty well furnished didn't mean you weren't worried about falling through the wooden floor. Deuce seemed nervous as he showed you the DVD's you could pick to watch, most of which were Adam Sandler films, you made sure to let Deuce know this was a completely first date and that whatever movie would be nice.

♠️The two of you sat on the beat up black and white striped couch watching a Adam Sandler movie on the dusty old TV, you try to make small talk by commenting on the movie and making jokes but Deuce only laughed and kept his eyes glued forwards, Deuce has been really tense this entire date. Slinging your arm over his shoulders you tell Deuce to loosen up and that the date is going perfectly. Deuce is just blushing at you before nodding firmly and letting his muscles relax. Deuce is engaging with you more now and is opening up more!Who knew Adam Sandler movies were the key to a great date!The two of you are cuddled up together making fun of the characters and their choices as if he wasn't just nervous seconds ago! Nothing can mess this up!

♠️“Deuce what are you doing?” is what comes immediately after the front door creaked open showing Yuu and Grim two people you haven't seen in a hot second. Upon hearing the voice all the color in Deuce's face drained as his turned to look at Yuu and he immediately began to apologize profusely to Yuu leaving you,Grim, and Yuu in confusion in two different ways. You in the sense of “Why are they here?” And them in the “Why are you guys in our home?”. Deuce sensing the confusion from both of you explained that he thought Ramshackle would be the perfect place to hold for the date since compared to the other dorms there wasn't exactly alot of people in Ramshackle to interrupt or disturb your date….still got interrupted. Deuce apologized to all of you and said he understood if you didn't want to continue going out with him after this. You hugged him and just said “This was perfect. Let me pick the next date.”

♠️The second date was also a casual one, you picked a simple mall date, You waited for Deuce at the entrance of the mall for about ten minutes before he came rushing in panting his sweat leading through hisshirt, his hands on his pants trying to catch his breath, Turns out the mirror was further away from the mall than both of you thought and he ran all the way here so you didn't think he flaked on you. That's actually really sweet. For his effort you treated him to some Wendy's in the food court and he insisted on getting you ice cream for you.

♠️You had to initiate hand holding as you guys were walking since Deuce was too scared to hold yours first. When you grabbed his hand everything disappeared for him all his eyes could focus on was your two hands conjoined. He holds your hand a bit tighter as a light blush covers his face a sense of joy washes over him as he stares at the two hands holding eachother.

♠️This date helped the two of you get to know eachother better! When going into FYE the two of you made fun of eachother for the CD’s you guys bought and mocking eachother for the others taste in music sure Britney Spears might be basic but Nelly isn't any less basic Deuce. Deuce was suprised that you wanted to take to your dad's country club for the second date but settled for the mall I mean wouldn't that had been alot for a second date?He's grateful you picked mall.

♠️Deuce and you laughing your asses off in the Yankee Candle at the stupid ass candle names. Who tf wants a bacon candle?You and Deuce apparently because now you this have matching bacon candles.

♠️By the end of the date you walked him back to the mirror and have him a little kiss on the cheek if this was a cartoon his eyes would be hearts and he'd have a comically wobbly smile and you both agreed you'd take turns planning dates and the third date would be his job.

♠️You’re boyfriend is a loser<3

🐺Winter break in 03 visiting your stepmother's family…Kinda sucked when your merfolk visiting a cold place during the coldest time of the year.

🐺Your stepmom practically begged your dad to visit her family during winter break, you and your dad were pretty okay with the idea having visited the place before during the summer, neither of you were ready for how cold it was during winter

🐺It was almost comical how bundled up you and your dad were compared to your stepmother. Sure she was dressed warmly but you and your dad looked like cartoons with the amount of layers you two had on. Sure it was still cold even in the summer but it was more a sweater and windbreaker cold not wearing two winter coats and five sweaters cold!

🐺The moment you guys stepped inside the ski lodge your step family owned you and your dad rushed to the fire place getting a good laugh from the family of deer beastmen.

🐺While you were unpacking in the room that your step family gave you one of them walked into the room and told you since you were family if you wanted to during winter break you could work at the family ski lodge.

🐺The only reason you agreed was because you were broke.

🐺That's how you ended up at the front desk with a gold yellow name tag pinned onto your red work vest.

🐺A older member of the family helped you with the ropes and stayed with you at the front desk the whole day to make sure you got the hang of things. It was pretty simple all you did was check people in, hand them their room key, sell tickets,and answering people questions. It did help that the older member of the family did take care of the more bitchy guests though.

🐺Not the most fun way to spend your winter break but it's better than being broke….and being chased by dolphins…..

🐺Whenever you could you pull out your phone and just mess around by letting your friends know what's up but the older family memeber eventually took your phone away. You would've put up a fight if there wasn't a chance that a guest could walk in at any moment.

🐺While your parents were doing God knows what you were putting on a fake cheery attitude towards every person that would walk towards the desk. Soon you finally got your break.

🐺Instead of doing what people usually do when they get a break, you grabbed a snack, set a timer, and practically booked it to your room to get any amount of sleep at all.

🐺A dream about a fish willingly being eaten by a wolf…Not the weirdest dream you've had.

🐺But that dream was cut short by the alarm piercing your ears letting you know that those 30 minutes of nap time was over!

🐺You rushed out of your room to make it to the desk in time and you made it on time!You just ended up running directly into a guest….

🐺Your older step family member just watched wide eyed as you and the guest you ran into collide eachother, with you being the only one to fall on the ground due to the person you ran into being way more built.

🐺You profusely apologized for ramming into the person before even looking at their face…A wolf beastmen around your age with beautiful brown skin and yellow eyes…

🐺Stop being down bad you're on the job.

🐺He was silent, almost stunned, just silently nodding his head as a way to say he acepted your apology

🐺You insisted on checking in the boy and his family and they agreed just laughing off your little run in with their oldest son though during the check in process you could feel your older step family member practically burning holes into the side of your head. You were gonna get a earful later this for sure.

��When the family of five walked off with their room key to the elevator you swear you could've sworn that guests tail wagging.

🐺And that's how you met your boyfriend

🐺Not how you ended up with him though…

🐺You've noticed that this guest after that incident would always stay a little longer than necessary in the lobby before heading out with his little sister and little brother.

🐺Hell you've even noticed his parents glance at you before giggling between themselves. Like damn you bumped into a guy once and his parents already are taking about you.

🐺Though you learned why when one day during a mini conversation you were having with a step family member/co-worker when a little girls voice shouted “Jack that's the worker you have a crush on right?” causing both you and family member to turn your heads and seeing the little beastmen girl, covered in snow from just having came inside, pointing her finger at you with her older brother laughing and the guy you bumped into ‘Jack’ looking frozen.

🐺Jack grabbed both his siblings hands and dragged both of his siblings to the elevator with his head down low and disappeared with shame before you could even crack a smile from this.

🐺He's cute. Why not lean into the whole crush thing?

🐺You tried to ask your friends in the sea on LiveJournal to ask what you should do but they were less than useful with suggesting things that most definitely wouldn't pass on land. Looks like you were on your own.

🐺He practically avoided you after this, you only know this because family members would tell you that he'd go through the lobby only when he knew he could avoid you, like when you weren't on your shift or that you were on your on break. He was just so embarrassed.

🐺Now being staff you couldn't exactly just walk up to him and start talking, you hypothetically could but like it'd just come off as being strange ya know? and it'd look pretty creepy if a staff member on ff their shift just walked up to you despite not knowing who they are plus whenever you were off your shift your stepmom and dad would want to spend time with you

🐺You had to wait for him to approach you but you knew that wasn't going to happen.

🐺The ski lodge stayed open during new years eve for a new year's party luckily for you they decided to give you the day off so that you could enjoy the party

🐺You spent your time in the lobby, filled with people entering and leaving, standing around talking to eachother, etc. Sitting by yourself on the couch near the fireplace was probably the best place to be right now.

🐺No wonder why in the confusion of the hustle and bustle that Jack accidentally found himself sitting right next to you.

🐺You were surprised that he sat near you so you tapped his shoulder to catch his attention when he turned his head to look at you his ears immediately went up into the air in alert. He didn't even notice that he sat next to you. That makes more sense.

🐺You kept the conversation light failing to mention how his little sister outed him and you actually get him to ease up to where the two of you were having a actual conversation with one another learning about eachother, he was suprised to find out you were merfolk you were suprised to find out he had magic, just two people getting to know eachother.

🐺It progressively got closer to the new year the longer you two kept talking.

🐺 "I promised I'd catch up to my family for when the clock hits twelve. I'm sorry.” Jack explained before standing up about to leave until you grab his hand and kiss the back of it.

🐺“How about a date next year?”

🐺And that's how you got your boyfriend yes jack made it back to his family in time

🐺Jack has a strict schedule so you know the exact time he texts you and are ready for the “I love you” text

🐺Jack does worry everytime you mention a run in with a whale or the such but you assure him that if you made it this far that he has no need to worry for you

🐺He always found it surreal whenever he'd vieit you under the sea using a potion and seeing how different life as merfolk is compared to life on land your stepmother assured him he'd get used to it, you took him out to a local restaurant to let him try merfolk cuisine! He mainly ate the fruit and you were both fascinated by eachother when you saw how the other ate. Jack had to explain that fruit on land is meant to be eaten without the peel…you've been eating land fruit the wrong way-

🐺Whenever Jack gets the chance he'll let you know just how much he loves your merfolk form not just verbally but by playing with your hair and caressing your skin

🐺Formally meeting his little siblings when he took you to his place, you gave his little sister a thank you for introducing the two of you making Jack flustered and he practically pushed you up to his room out of embarrassment, the embarrassment didn't end when his dad told him to leave the door to his room open. You two just rented movies from Blockbuster to watch in his room nothing happened😭

🐺When you visited him at his dorm his dormmates were surprised by this being the way they find out Jack is dating someone

🐺Word got out fast and suddenly you had a bunch of his friends and track teammates reaching out to you.

🐺Jack is not living this down.

🐺The picnic on the beach where you and Jack brought foods from your respective cultures. He set the blanket on the shoreline where he sat on the blanket with his food and your lower body still being in the water as you place your food on the blanket is the best date you've ever had with him.

🐺You two were there until sunset where you both had to leave and kissed goodbye.

🐺You love this dork.

🍎Imagine being a city kid. Too bad you don't have to imagine it because you are a city kid. Every weekend your mom sent you to stay with your grandpa's in Harvenston while she relaxed, this isn't a arrangement you're exactly mad about I mean not only because it's more quiet compared to the city but also you've been doing this childhood, you understood that since your mom had you during college and that she was single mom that she didn't have her shit together and still doesn't so at a young age you knew your family situation

🍎You're mom never really liked leaving you with grandpa but she doesn't trust strangers watching over you, something about him being misogynistic, something you didn't really get growing up but now completely understand looking back on it, He'd never let you outside the house and always grumble about sluts on the streets….Grandpa there's only elderly people in this town. What sluts?Ms.Smith?😀.

🍎To say the least you understood your mom's choice to not interact with grandpa much and you followed suit too when you were finally old enough to take care of yourself and didn't need your grandpa watching over you, you cut him off not wanting to hear…his thoughts on things, hell you take care of your baby brother on the weekends so mom can rest even just for Saturday. The call about your grandpa's death was conflicting to say the least, for both you and your mom, your mom was sobbing hysterically on the kitchen floor when she got the initial call you didn't find out why she was sobbing until the day after, you felt sad when you found out sure your grandpa hated your mom for her life choices for her moving to the city, for her getting pregnant before marriage, for her dropping out to raise you,etc. but he played a significant part of your childhood that you felt sad, you didn't cry but you felt sad. You took your baby brother with you to pick up his ashes mom probably isn't ready to go back to her childhood home but you are.

🍎You marched up the path that led up to Harvenston with your baby brother in the back carrier and a bag of baby supplies just in case in your right hand. You had a few of the elderly people in town stop and stare at you and a few of them stopped you to ask “Are you [———] ‘s child?” where they would tell you stories about your mom when she was younger growing up in Harvenston and ask about her…it'd also end with a “Sorry for your loss.” no matter who you were talking to

🍎You walked past your grandpa's old house and just stood there for awhile. It was strange not seeing him smoking a cigar on the porch swing. A singular tear ran down your cheek. You sighed and kept walking to the next house that made the call to your mother.

🍎You hesitate before knocking on the door to which a elderly woman opens the door and seems suprised to see you before her suprise disappears and is replaced with by a smile that warms you despite all the snow. She hands you a grey urn with a rose gold apple blossom on the lid. She invites you inside to which you delay your response before stepping in, You sit down on her couch and place the urn on the coffee table so you could take the opportunity to give your baby brother a bottle of milk while the old woman you learned was Ms.Felmier went to make to make tea, as you fed your baby brother almost one after another a new person walked into the living room. Two women and two men around your moms age sit in the living room and repeat questions you've already been asked. Yes, I'm [——-]’s child. No, I didn't grow up like my mom I'm not a teen parent. Yes, My mom is waiting at home. Turns out these four went to school with your mom and just wanted to know how their friend has been since she left for the city, huh sorry for assuming you're all just nosey pricks, Ms.Felmier finally walks in with the tea for you and takes your baby brother so that you can drink your tea. Turns out it was one of men that found out about your grandpa's death, when he went to check on the old man since he hadn't opened his flower shop for the day like usual he was worried about the wretched stench that came from your grandpa's home and he looked through his bedroom window and…

🍎That's why he's ashes now. Your tea was finished and you put your brother in the baby carrier before picking up the urn ready to leave. But one of the woman insisted that she have her son walk you back to the mirror you said no but she persisted until you relented to letting her son walk you to which she called him down from upstairs. You waited at the door before a boy with purple hair emerged in your line of sight to which he blinked at you before smirking

🍎“Why hello” oh this'll just be soooo fun of a walk back.

🍎And that's how you met your boyfriend.

🍎Not how you got with him though he was a misogynistic shit when you first met him.

🍎When your mom finally built the courage, you and your mom finally went to Grandpa’s house to collect his things and empty the house the Felmier family helped you guys especially when it got too much for your mom and she had to sit outside. Epel and Epel's mom, dad, aunt, uncle,and cousin helped you take alot of the things out of the house while his grandma and great grandma sat on the porch swing and would comfort your mom whenever she had to walk out crying. Epel during this always stayed firm on being near you, you asked him about this and he said he was the only kid in Harvenston so he's never interacted with someone his own age to which you tell him that you practically grew up in Harvenston just that your grandpa kept you locked up. He was suprised by this since apparently your grandpa never came off like that and that you two could've been friends.

🍎Over the days of clearing out the house you and Epel actually spoke alot and you congratulated him for getting into Night Raven College and dropped the news that you were also going to a magic academy too! Yeah…you didn't tell him you even had magic. Oops.

🍎The two of you exchanged a few spells when you weren't carrying your grandpa's bed, that he died in, out the house. Epel hesitantly asked how you felt and you just shrugged as if your eyes weren't watering from having to carry the bed that you slept in with your grandpa whenever you were scared of lightening. Epel told you not to cry or else your grandpa would haunt your ass which gave you a good chuckle. Because he's right, your grandpa would be fucking mocking you right now for crying.

🍎After the house was left bare and empty Epel gave you his phone number with a cheeky smile, you let him know that you don't have your own phone but you will call him over your home phone, he was a nice guy when he wasn't being fucking annoying, Not a guy you'd date or anything.

🍎When you had to go to your new school your mom made sure to give you your first phone! It wasn't the most fancy but it worked and it was fun whenever it flipped open so you weren't mad. You kept in touch with Epel giving him occasional calls and messages throughout the school year just to check in and him checking in on you due to your whole grandpa dying thing but then Song Dance Championship.

🍎A dance group from your school participated in the event so you got to attend! Never did you think you'd see Epel doing half moves he did on stage with his whole toxic masculinity shit. You're glad to see that he improved on that front, you might actually consider being friends with him after this, still though when you caught up to him after his performance you let it be known that you weren't gonna let him live down his toxic alpha male mindset to dancing prettily on stage transformation.

🍎Being the sly bastard that he is he said “You make fun of me or give me reward for the change in behavior you oh so complained about.” he said to be cheeky but he didn't actually expect you to kiss him on the lips and wave at him while walking away from doing a hand gesture to say ‘call me’ as a way to wipe that smug look off his face

🍎He was left red in the face watching you walk off, the sound of his friends hollering behind him fading away in the background

🍎Thats how you got your boyfriend?Lame corny🙄

🍎On his blastcycle late at night for the first date, half awake, just driving around with no destination in mind. Everything looked better under the moonlight, Epel looked better, the blastcycle looked better, the streetlights were brighter, the streets looked better, you looked better. The two of you shared a kiss after the date, this is a sweet high school romance you like.

🍎Getting a shitty movie from the bottom of the Walmart clearance bin, heading back to your dorm sitting under a pillow fort while eating some pizza your dorm mates made for you two,You kicked all them out of the living room letting them know that yeah they helped but please he doesn't need to know,As if your doormates weren't secretly watching the date happen and clowned on you afterwards.

🍎While messaging you found out that Epel never planned to have you visit his dorm since his vice housewarden would watch you guys and his housewarden is very nitpicky. Weird.

🍎You didn't get to go to his dorm but he did let you go over to his school to watch him during his spelldrive practice. Alot of his clubmates surrounded you with questions but Epel pushed them out of way and held your hand with a firm grip as he dragged you out annoyed. You made your way into school kitchen and sat down on the floor backs to the fridge while waiting for the brownies you guys made to finished baking in the oven while holding hands.

🍎Note to self. Don't take Epel bowling he will get competitive but hey it's fun to watch Epel grind his teeth together whenever he got pissed especially when he'd look at you and try to look a good this.

🍎The two of you chilling in your room showing eachother the spells you guys learned while at your two separate schools!The two of you were so hyped when you him showed your unique magic that the two of you celebrated; You two fell asleep in eachothers arms that night all cuddled up though when you woke up he was gone, he left a sticky note on your nightstand letting you know why “Vil will beat my ass if he finds out I snuck out to visit you,I'll call you in the morning!” And your flip phone started ringing

🍎Playing poker with him in his empty school cafeteria, trying to ignore his friends peaking into the cafeteria giving him thumbs-up, you found it more funny than anything but he seemed embarrassed, his embarrassment heightened when you turn towards his friends and wave at them letting them know you know their watching.

🍎Walking on the beach during a festival towards the end of the school year in May while holding chili fries he bought the two of you. The two you just talked and talked…You guys went to the beach at 4pm and are there at 11pm. Vil had spam called Epel but his flip phone was discarded on your beach towel and the ringing drowned out at the two of you splashing eachother.

🍎A nice little wholesome high school romance.

⚡️Summer of 04. The best and worst summer you've ever had.

⚡️Getting kicked out of your grandparents for coming home late house during spring fucking sucked. Towards the end of the freshmen year too?Yikes.

⚡️You thought it was just a temporary thing and they were just threatening this like usual and won't actually do anything but turns out your grandparents were genuinely actually kicking you out and selling all your stuff for a hot tub!

⚡️You managed to gather some of your things before staying at your friends house,then another friends, then another…..

⚡️Your friends would let you use their shower and give you food but that arrangement would usually only last for two days at minimum and a week at max before their parents would want you out the house

⚡️You couldn't get a real job due to the whole no stable home thing so whenever you needed money you'd just babysit,dogwalk,or mow lawns for a quick buck to buy yourself some things for basic survival

⚡️A solid few months of you couch surfing has passed and when you went to a friend's place to crash the night without alerting them before hand which is how you accidentally came across a party.

⚡️Your friend agreed to let you stay the night and let you put your bag of things in their attic where you'd be sleeping since the basement was filled with people,the living room is too crowded, and god forbid whatever is going on in the locked bedrooms.

⚡️So there you are leaning against the kitchen counter with a juice in your red cup, just soaking in the summer party energy going on but not participating in any of the dancing, the gossip, the smoking,the sex, or the drinking. You came to freeload off your friend not all this shit but when in Rome do what the Roman's do.

⚡️Get Busy blasting from the speakers, the disco ball bouncing light off of it, glitter that you know you'll still be finding on you months from now, confetti on the wet ground that's soaked in spilled drinks, water dragged inside from the pool, teenage tears, blood from a fight that took place before you got here, and only God knows what else is on the ground.

⚡️Weed,Cigarette smoke,Pizza,Candy,Beer,Sweat,Perfume,Cheap colone,chlorine, and popcorn. Those are the smells that attack your nostrils. A weird mixture of smells.

⚡️You were so tuned out of the party and your surroundings that you didn't notice a green haired boy your age stiffly march to your side and stand there with a firm grip on his red cup of…water.

⚡️You didn't notice the guy till he loudly said “Human!” to get your attention, which worked, and asked if you knew anything about Briar Valley with a smug look. He then proceeded to explain the entire history of Briar Valley to you. This is the weirdest way a guy has hit on you.

⚡️After he finished his mini history lesson he just stared at you before “Is this what flirting is?” Getting a good laugh from you actually being interested to see where the conversation between you and this guy will go with such a opener

⚡️You and this Sebek guy spoke exchanging your own personal history, nothing too personal that it'd make the other uncomfortable but open enough that you too could get closer, you did fail to mention to him though your living situation. He seemed really proud of his half fae-half human orgins!

⚡️His friends stood stunned that holy shit his history lesson actually pulled you

⚡️He flat out told you that he was dragged here against his will by his friends Ace and Epel and that he hated every second of the party but he knew he had to court you at first sight. Now this is the flirting you were used to!Not the whole courting thing most guys are more vulgar with it but close enough.

⚡️This is how you met him. Not how you got with him though.

⚡️You two have started writing letters nightly since Briar Valley doesn't really have phones or computers. He did question you about why your address would change on each letter but you just told you move around alot which isn't technically wrong.

⚡️You did receive a letter from… his mom!? She was happy for her son and told you she will hide your body if you break her son's heart. That letter was followed by one from Sebek telling you that his mom won't actually murder you

⚡️You flew on your broom to head over to Briar Valley to see Sebek and he was shocked to find out you had magic but he was upset you came to see him. He's supposed to he courting you know not the other way around! You just let him know that every relationship needs effort on both ends.

⚡️He taught you how to sword fight in his backyard and he did not hold back giving you a proper lesson in sword fighting that resulted with you on the grass with the tip of his sword at your chest and him on one knee and using his right hand on the back of your neck holding you up from falling on the ground. He dropped the sword on the ground blade first when you cupped his face and kissed him.

⚡️You ended up staying with him and his family for dinner and participate with his mom,dad,Sebek, and his older siblings with making preparing dinner. During dinner his parents and his siblings had all their focus on you and your relationship with Sebek confidentially answering for you, you didn't like that he was speaking for you instead of just letting you speak but the firm hold he had on your hand under the table tells you that he was just as nervous as you were.

⚡️His parents allowed you to stay over for the night. You and Sebek spoke back and forth about who got to sleep on his bed. He didn't want to hear you insisting on sleeping on the floor so he just picked you up, threw on his bed, and tucked you in with a goodnight kiss…You have to ignore the photo of Malleus Draconia on the foot of his bed to enjoy this moment

⚡️Waking up before the sun is up tired and barely alive, groggly dragging yourself downstairs and getting yourself a cup of water, once finishing your nice cool drink you waddled back up to Sebek’s. In your tired state you just stared at the sleeping Sebek on the floor with pillows and blankets snoring away and in your sleepy head you ended up laying down next to your not-really-boyfriend on the floor instead of sleeping on the bed that he demanded you slept in.

⚡️When he woke up to see your face next to his he lept back startled at the sight, immediately waking him up, but seeing your face next to him sound asleep with the sunlight peeking through the curtains hitting your facial features warmed his heart to see.

⚡️ “What are we?”

⚡️Your relationship with Sebek is….

⚡️With the fact that Sebek was a second year at night raven college meant that you couldn't spend too much time together but he still made sure to setup as many dates as possible with you, not like you had anything better to do, you got no job,no home,and definitely no education.

⚡️Being allowed onto his school campus and him teaching you how to ride a horse, he even introduced you to his horse Goldie, it was a fun yet messy date. Did you and Sebek get covered in mud?Yes. Did the two of you wash the mud out of eachothers hair?Also yes.

⚡️And even when he couldn't set up a date be it for school or knight duties he'd always sends you roses, well send them to your friends place since he still wasn't aware of your living situation.

⚡️He only found out when he wanted to suprise visit you and stood outside your friends house only to be told by your friend that you didn't live there. When he approached you about it and you told him the truth about being homeless and your grandparents he was determined to help you even if he didn't tell you.

⚡️While the two of you were slow dancing in a field with eachother you had no idea that he was sending letters to your older cousin to make arrangements for you stay with her

⚡️So imagine the shock you had when you took off the blindfold Sebek put on you for you to see a room with a bed and your cousin holding a sign saying “Welcome”

⚡️That night instead of going back to school Sebek spent the night with you and instead of sleeping on the floor you both slept in your new bed in eachothers arms

⚡️The warmth, the comfort, you could rest like this forever. Sebek loved having his face in your neck, inhaling your scent, being able to give you intimate kisses, being able to wake up in the arms of your lover.

⚡️You weren't sure if you were wanted to keep your relationship a open ended question anymore. After all this, after all he did for you, you knew what you two were. You two were dating

⚡️Your relationship with Sebek is dating.

I'll probably post my BSD x DDLC au here too since I need that out of my notes too

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buginateacup · 10 months ago

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Roxanne falls in love with Megamind on day ninety seven.

That might not seem like a lot. Most people would tell you "Love at first sight" and "I just knew"'s aside. Three months is not enough time to really know someone. What if they snore? What if you have diametrically opposed views on stacking the dishwasher? What if it turns out you really are as picky as your ex said about what kind of coffee mug is acceptable in the morning?

But ninety seven days happens slowly. Bit by bit, a week at a time, only a day of which is spent in his company. Somewhere between two years and three when he's got her tied to a chair again, rolled up close in his own, elbows on his knees, hands dancing between motes of dust in the air as he explains reverse electromagnetisation and conjoined power components and his eyes are so big and bright and his mouth is stretched wide as he makes another pun about something that only makes sense to someone with an advanced mathematics degree (which neither of them have) and that should make her roll her eyes and shoot back an even worse one about something like meganetic attraction.

But he's there and he's fun and he's silly and he talks to her and while she's still realising what this rising light blooming in her chest means she leans over and closes the distance between them.

She kisses him lightly, teasingly, just a soft brush of lips on the surprised slack sag of his mouth and Roxanne feels an odd urge to giggle that she's managed to catch him off guard for once.

She kisses him because she likes him, because he never makes her feel dumb when he explains how his inventions work, because she wants to know if his mouth is still as expressive when on hers, because his beard looks soft and she's always wondered, because she's wearing her favourite shoes, and because its a Tuesday and she always has better luck on Tuesdays

She kisses him for a hundred different reasons.

But mostly because she wants to. Megamind, for his part, when she sits back again, (kindapping chairs are not comfortable to lean sideways on), still sitting there dazed, a clicking sound coming from his throat like his voicebox has stalled and has to work its way through restarting, almost explodes out of his chair. "I- you- Miss Ritchi, what?"

Megamind falls in love with Roxanne on day five, and day thirteen, and day twenty nine and forty seven etc etc. He falls in love with her every time she asks a question and every time she laughs and every time she makes his brain work that little bit faster to keep their conversations going.

He dreams of kissing her. Wistful daydreams while he waits for her to wake, blurry fantasises as he puts finishing touches on giant robots and flaming death traps. He dreams of kissing her slow, fast, in between. He dreams of stolen kisses, shy kisses, kisses to her hair, her cheeks, her temples, her hands.

And then firmly tells himself he's being ridiculous and decides to chase any thought of love out of his brain again right up until he sees her again.

He never let himself dream of kissing her lips.

Roxanne drags her lower lip through her teeth, savouring the taste of salt and tilts her head at him, "Hi," She says, braver than she feels, "I think I like you."

That seems to throw him even more than the kiss, "You do?"

"Yeah," She wishes he'd sit down again, looking at him from this angle is really doing a number on her neck, "I really do."

"That," Megamind hesitates, "Could be a very bad idea."

"Why?"

"Because I definitely really like you."

"Oh."

#Megamind #Megarox #Roxanne Ritchi #ficlet #kisses #this mostly seems to be about prime numbers #again #help I don't know where it goes next #Megamind fanfic

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221beloved · 4 months ago

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Bonfire

(Link to ao3)

Brief warning: starts with unpleasant nightmare.

Darkness was surrounding Sherlock, the sky clear above him, stars shining down on him peacefully. Mocking him. They weren't even supposed to be there, the constant light from the city should drown their shining and gleaming, should fog the sky. Yet here they were, glowing little dots, dying giants of gas, millions and millions of miles away.

And Sherlock was running through the dark streets of London, the universe watching him.He wasn't running away this time. He was looking for John. He had to be somewhere.

He'd been in the flat, sitting in his chair. He'd thought John had been with him, but then there’d been this message.

John is dying.

And Sherlock was running, looking for John, searching for him.

Panic was surging through his veins. He'd tried calling John’s name, but it hadn't worked. There wasn't any sound coming from his throat.

He was turning around corners, passing sights and attractions, crossing streets, his eyes scanning every dark corner.

There was a faint shimmer of light, and he was running directly towards it. The light was flickering, making the shadows move as if they were dancing. It was fire, Sherlock realised when he turned the last corner.

It was an enormous bonfire like the ones they organised on Guy Fawkes Night in November.

Sherlock knew he'd found John. He started calling out his name again, shouting, screaming, causing people to turn and look at him. He wasn't paying them any mind, shoving them out of his way as he ran towards the flames. It was so bright, almost blinding him.

"Sherlock?"

John was in there, he had to get him out.Sherlock sank to his knees, desperately pushing and pulling burning logs aside, all the while screaming John's name.

"Sherlock, it's alright, I'm here."

Yes, John was here, that was the problem! Nothing was alright, why had John to be so dense at times?

"Sherlock, open your eyes love, you're fine, I'm fine."

John would not be dying, not now that Sherlock had finally found him.

There was a foot. Sherlock started pulling out logs, uncovering more and more of John's legs. The sheer brightness of the fire made it hard to see properly.

He felt like there was something missing, something important, but that had to wait. John first.

"Wake up," John was whispering. "Wake up love, I'm here."

Finally, finally Sherlock got hold of John's foot. He pulled, careful not to tear at him mindlessly. It was slow progress, but he managed to pull John out of the flames inch by inch.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock startled awake just before he could see John's face, his eyes snapping open.

Heat! The word flashed through his mind, mocking him. That's what had been missing. He would've burned himself to death sitting in front of that fire.

All the air escaped from his lungs and he started breathing again with a gasp.

"It's alright..."

John. John next to him, running gentle hands over his hip, his chest, brushing damp curls from his forehead.

"You're fine now, I'm here, we're safe."

Sherlock groaned and turned to press into John's body.

"I--" He cleared his throat. "I was screaming, wasn't I?"

John pressed a gentle kiss on his shoulder. "Yes. My name."

"I'm sorry," Sherlock murmured.

"Don't be," John soothed. "We all have dreams sometimes. And considering what we're dealing with on a daily basis, it's just to be expected."

Sherlock grumbled into John's skin.

They'd found bones in the fireplace of their last crime scene. Human bones. They'd merely been placed there, the fireplace discarded for decades, but the initial shock had been there. And stayed, apparently.

"It's ridiculous. Silly. Stupid," Sherlock sighed.

"Yeah," John hummed. "Tell this your brain. It's method of processing the experienced is highly unwelcome.

"They were silent for some time, just holding each other in the dark of their bedroom, in the warmth of each other under the blankets.

"Thank you," Sherlock whispered, searching for John's hand under the quilt and taking it in his.

"What for?"

"For being there."

"Don't thank me for that. We're there for each other. You wake me from my dreams when I have them, you hold me afterwards. You've been there for me long before we shared a bed.

"Sherlock hummed and snuggled closer to John.

"Can you see the stars from London?" he asked quietly.

"What makes you think of that now? The dream?"

Sherlock nodded.

"Well, I don't think you can see the stars normally. But I think when you get to a higher level, let's say Blythe Hill Fields, you should see some."

"Let's go there some time," Sherlock mumbled.John didn't ask why. He didn't tease about it either. Not now. Not when Sherlock was so fragile.

He just tightened his arms around him, burying his nose in the dark curls.

"Of course love."

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thehusbandoden · 1 year ago

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I love imagining that Kirishima would be even more excited to be a dad than to be a Pro Hero. But I also think he'd try to keep those parts of his life separated, to keep his kid(s) safe. You just KNOW the first time his child(ren) get caught up in some danger he'd go feral on some Villains.

A/n: I loved this idea and went a little overboard lol. I kinda want to write a drabble but I'm not too sure, but for now here are some headcannons!

Kirishima as a Dad Headcannons

General info:

Genre: slice of life (?) \\ wc: 1,625 \\ female reader

Warnings!: kidnapping, violence, Kiri losing it, kids being taken away/kidnapped, ummmm pls let me know if I miss any! <33 Anon, if any of these are triggering for you please reach out to me and I'll fix it!

Oh my goodness yes.

When you told him that you were pregnant he cried- happy tears of course. Manly happy tears.

He was so excited, and was instantly asking for paternal leave

Which was denied- but anyway

He loves to take care of you.

Foot massages, belly rubs, kisses wherever whenever, cuddles, weird cravings, manual labor, anything, you name it and it's yours.

Honestly you got a little spoiled lol

Though he's so excited for his gorgeous baby that will have the perfect mix of genes, he tires to drown out his thoughts of you and the angel you're growing in your womb.

He has work to do, and if he doesn't do his work you and baby will have a higher risk of harm befalling you.

He slowly masters the art of not thinking about his reason for existence, and solely focusing on work.

He already hides you pretty well from his fans, simply telling them that he was in a very happy, and very serious long term relationship.

The majority of his fans were super understanding about it all and were just glad he was happy, but the fake ones would still hit on him, try and guilt him into sharing more details, or even try stalking him to get a glimpse of Mrs. Perfect.

He didn't tell the public that you were expecting until he left on Paternity leave, and he didn't share anymore details outside of that.

The real and fake fans were clear to see by their reactions.

Once baby is born he's literally already so in love.

If you had a problematic delivery he'd be more worried about you, of course; but as soon as he knows you're okay he is immediately putting eighty percent of his attention on baby boy, and keeping the other twenty on you.

Crying manly tears as he watches you hold him, standing next to you as you feed him for the first time.

Once you two have had enough skin to skin time and you decide to rest, he takes your beautiful baby boy in awe before kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Thank you so much Pebble. He is just as perfect as you."

After making sure you're situated he sits on the chair closest to your bed, and simply watches sweet baby boy.

When he falls asleep he holds him to his bare chest, talking to him softly.

He doesn't dare rest until you're awake. He's read too many horror stories of the horrors of villains harming a pro hero's baby, or even having the baby purposely or accidentally swapped with another.

Once you do wake up, he's quick to reward you with a sweet kiss and your baby boy in your arms.

For the next while in the hospital you two take turns with baby boy, you mostly holding him while you're awake, and Kiri holding him while you rest.

Even though you tried to convince him to get some sleep, he wouldn't listen. He literally could not rest until the two of you were safely tucked into your home. There were too many dangers for you and baby, and he refused to make you wait on him.

Once he gets back to going to work he is absolutely miserable. He hates being away from his babies, and the worry kills him every time.

Luckily, nothing happened to you or baby, well at least for a few years.

Baby boy was seven, and you both had a daughter who just turned four.

Kiri was at work, and you were making dinner.

Your son had asked you if he could take his sister outside to play in the backyard; not seeing anything wrong with it, you agreed.

You even had a window above the sink looking over where they were playing, it was supposed to be safe.

A new organization of villains targeted your family due to Kiri stopping a robbery that would help them immensely.

Using their leader's quirk, they were able to find out a bunch of information about you and your precious babies.

All he needed was two men.

One to take you, and one to grab your kids.

Though you put up quite the fight, you stopped as they started to target your stomach.

There was something they didn't know; that you would make sure to keep hidden.

They ended up with you and your kids handcuffed in a dark room.

You were absolutely terrified of what was going to happen to your babies, but you put on a brave face, comforting your children with a smile.

They would cry and shuffle as close to you as possible, asking you where daddy was and asking if he wasn't coming for them.

"No no, darling. Your daddy is coming, he'll save us very soon!"

And that he did.

Like always, he came home to eat dinner with his gorgeous family.

Walking in, he let out a loud:

"Daddy's home! Kisses and hugs are in order~!"

He expected to hear giggles and the pattering of small footsteps sprinting towards him, a far more familiar set following close behind.

But, to his disappointment; the house was silent.

Walking toward he kitchen, he frowns at the mess by the island. Spilled food and cooking utensils scattered the floor.

"Y/n baby? What happened in the kitchen?!"

Walking outside, he panicked at the sight of a fallen off shoe and jacket.

Those were both signs of struggling..

Sprinting inside, Kiri yelled for you to come out as he scoured the mansion for another sight of his gorgeous family.

The lights were on- if you left you would have turn them off.

Calling your phone, his heart dropped at the sight of it's cracked screen lying on the floor of the kitchen, his contact name "Hubby 🥰😏" lighting up the screen.

Taking a second to collect his thoughts, rage filled his being as he studied the picture of him being hugged and kissed by his babies, huge smiles planted on their faces.

Hanging up the call, he quickly went to Bakugo's contact, calling the tsundere uncle.

"Ha? What do you need n-"

"They're gone."

"What?"

"Somebody decided to try and take my world from me. They're gone- and we need to find them."

The seriousness in Kiri's tone made the man shiver. Somebody was dead- so dead.

"I'll call the idiots. You get Rikona on the line."

Rikona was a fellow hero in the Bakusquad agency. Her quirk was related to her immense intelligence, and she was the one to call if you needed to get any kind of information quickly. She could easily find Kiri's family in mere minutes.

After calling her, Kiri followed her instructions, which eventually got him to a run down ware house.

After thanking the hero and sending his location in the Bakusquad groupchat, Kiri put his phone on silent and made his way inside.

He silently took down every villain he came across.

After a short while he found his way to a large room, where several men were.

Studying the scene closely, Kiri could only see red as he spotted you tied to a chair, cheek visibly reddened.

Your kids were on chairs near you, tears streaming down their cheeks as they watched the men hovering around them.

Moving to contact the Bakusquad, Kiri snapped at the sound of a slap.

Jerking his head towards the sound, uncontrollable anger pulsed through Eijiro as he lunged towards the villains, knocking down every single one that dared try and stop him.

Getting to the scum that dared touch you, Kiri hardened his arm before elbowing the villain in the face.

Hard.

Now that the path was cleared, Kiri wasted no time untying you and your angels, hugging the three of you comfortingly.

"Shhh it's okay. I've got you now, I've got you."

He stayed right next to you, glaring at any villain who dared take a step closer.

He was cornered. And there was no way he was going to leave your side- it would be too easy for someone to take you away again.

As a villain approached, Kiri hardened his arm a little more, sending out a warning.

Anyone stupid enough to get close enough to reach any of you received a harder-than-rock elbow to the face.

Just as five villains approached, Bakugo and the Bakusquad burst in, immediately setting to work to help.

Bakugo and Mina immediately started attacking the villains, while Denki and Jiro started tying up the knocked down villains.

Using his tape, Sero brought you and your kids to him and out of harm's way, much to Kiri's relief.

Now free to go all out, Kiri absolutely annihilated any for he could reach, not holding anything back, he pounded the villains into the ground, only stopping to attack the next one.

After all of the villains were defeated Kiri moved to the leader- the one that hurt his Pebble.

Bashing his elbow into the dude's face, Bakugo literally had to pry him off of the passed out villain to stop him from beating him to death.

After snapping out of it Kiri instantly hurried to the separate room Sero took you and his angels to.

Throwing open the door, he hugged the living daylight out of all three of you, apologizing and cooing words of comfort and reassurance.

After taking you three home Kiri spoiled the kids, playing any game they wanted.

And after reading them to sleep, he turned to you. Engulfing you in an embrace as you finally let yourself cry.

Kiri took the next three weeks off, finding ways to keep you all safer.

The first thing, would have to be a guard dog. A giant, beautiful German Shepherd.. yeah that sounded nice.

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A/n 2: I hope this was okay! If not feel free to reach out to me! <3

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crazycurly-77 · 9 months ago

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Like an old married couple - Chapter 13

Stepping into your room and seeing you there very pale, a lot of tubes and without any sign of life beside the beeping monitor he stopped dead in his tracks. His heart sank and he felt like it was being stabbed.

He walked cautiously and as silent as possible to your bed not to wake you, but he didn't knew why because after all you couldn't hear him.

Seeing you in this way made him sick to the stomach and he nearly lost all hope of you waking up ever again. Never to smile at him and laugh with him and bickering with him…he was sure that he wouldn't survive this.

So he grabbed the chair that was standing on the opposite side of the room and put it beside your bed.

He watched you sleep, stroked your hair, kissed you on your forehead, took your hand in his and sat down on the chair. Ready for waiting as long as it took until you woke up to open your eyes and look and smile at him again.

He spoke to you and pleaded with you to fight and to stay with him. He didn't know if you could hear him, but he very much hoped so. “I'm very proud of you and I'm very grateful that you saved us. We were in really bad trouble and hadn't made it out of there without you and your “little sheep”, but now you have to fight for yourself, please” he mused.

“You know, you have to wake up. I'm longing to kiss you again and hold you in my arms again, but you have to fight for us to make this happen.” He chuckled “I wanted to kiss you again since our first kiss and especially since our last, but I imagined it happening in a very different way and not doing CPR to you. But I'm sure you didn't imagined this circumstances either, didn't you?”

He sighed “I'm scared out of my mind and I can't lose you. Please don't do this to me.” And so he talked on and on with you while always holding your hand. Somehow it calmed him down to speak with you hoping you could hear him in any way.

After a while the team was allowed to visit you, too. They didn't know what to expect so they entered your chamber as cautiously as they could. What they saw shook them to their very core. “Boss?” Tony asked.

First he got no response, then Gibbs looked up at him, but didn't said anything and looked down at you again.

They never saw Gibbs so broken as in this moment, when he sat on the side of your bed holding your hand, waiting and praying for you to wake up, never leaving your side.

They all greeted you and spoke shortly with you saying they were all missing you and that you had to get well soon, but after a short while they left, because they felt like they were violating the privacy of the two of you.

An hour after they went home Jenny came into your room with Gibbs still sitting there “how's she doing?”

Gibbs didn't reacted in any way, he only stared at you.

“Jethro, please speak to me. I know you are scared and full of worry, but I am worried, too” she spoke to him.

“Leave” was his only answer, his eyes never leaving you.

"Jethro…" she pleaded with him.

"Leave!!" he was getting angry.

Jenny sighed and tried to calm him down “I'm glad that she's alive. She is a fighter, she will make it out alive and will get well again…Jethro, I had to do it.”

“NOOO!!!” he roared jumping from his seat, stomping to her and stared threateningly into her eyes.

“You were in trouble and needed help to get out of there alive” she argumented.

“Not at the cost of her life! How could you let her fly? We would have made it somehow” he shouted, but she was staying her ground and tried to reason with him “no you were not. Jethro, I know you care a lot about her, but it's her job. I'm so sorry for you.”

He sat down by your side again and didn't acknowledged her anymore and so Jenny left. He felt more horrible than before. Y/N was on the verge of dying because of him. He was in deep despair. How could this happen to you? He was the one responsible and now you are lying there and fighting for your life because of him. You had to make it. He'd couldn't bear if not.

Thankfully Ducky visited a little later after Jenny was gone.

“I'm sorry for you and Y/N. Is there any improvement?”

First Gibbs didn't reacted to him, but then he answered “thank you Ducky. There's still no change in her condition. The doctor said we need to be patient.” He hung his head.

“Jenny asked her to come to your help. She said she didn't know if she would be able to fly, but she insisted on trying and if it's the last thing she would do.”

With these words from Dr. Mallard Gibbs had to fight his tears and hung his head. She was so brave…and so stupid. That made him love her even more. If he would be in her position he would have done the same.

Ducky tried to reason with him to go home to sleep, to shower and change clothes, but to no avail. Gibbs insisted on staying with you. So his old friend brought him food, drinks, clothes and toiletries. He even stayed by your side and told you stories of his to convince him to take at least a nap.

This was going on for three days. The team occasionally said “hi” and Gibbs and Tony spoke about news on the job, Ducky came by to look after you and his friend and Jenny…was friends with you and was worried too, but she didn't wanted another discussion with Gibbs at the moment. They would talk about it later when you are getting well again - if you were getting well again. Simon had heard of your sickness too and came to visit and bring you flowers, but that was his only visit because he feared Gibbs who looked at him as if he wanted to throw him out of your room to never come back again.

In these three days nothing of your condition changed. Gibbs on the other hand was worn out. He had eaten nearly nothing and barely slept. All he did was sitting at your bed and beg you to wake up again and again. He was feeling horrible, but he couldn't help himself.

On the fourth day he was taking a short nap in his chair as he suddenly was woken up by a faint pressure on his hand. He looked up from your joined hands to your face. And yes, your eyes opened slowly and they locked with his. “Hi” he whispered to you smiling and you were smiling back.

(To be continued...)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story and the other stories I've written to date.

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These ES/LS snippets are truly saving my need for more of your fics.

You very quickly became my favorite wincest author, hitting every one of my favorite tropes(hurt/comfort is my bread and butter too!) And I'm excitedly(and impatiently lol) waiting for your next fics to come out.

Your writing is SO GOOD and I find myself going back to your fics all the time. My first was your love potion fic and that's still one of my absolute favorite samdean fics out there.

This isn’t really an ask so much as it is an appreciation lol. Can't wait for your next fic!

(If this was an ask though, I'd love more thoughts on your ES/LS universe and even MORE hurt/comfort and jealousy lol)

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i don't even know what to say! this is the nicest compliment!!!!! you're so incredibly kind, and i'm so unbelievably honoured that my work is special to you!

EEP! i can't even express how much this ask means to me!!!! there are literally no words!!!! the love potion fic was meant as a fun little add-on to that month's challenge, but i've been blown away by how much folks have liked it--i live for a little melodrama and H/C, lol!

every writer dreams of getting asks like this one, and just ARGH! i'm kissing you on both cheeks!!!!!

as for upcoming things, my next fic will probably be my teen!chesters piece for the wayward sons zine (it will be HEFTY). charlotte and i were outlining this fic, and it ended up being about five pages of outline. so def a larger one!

because this ask was so incredible and lovely and kind (so kind?? holy shit?? my hand in marriage??) i wrote a little thing for you! i hope you like!

dean rubs his hands on the sides of his jeans, before he catches himself doing it. shit.

he crosses his arms, then realizes that he looks awkward and posed, so he uncrosses them again. he pushes his hair back from his face--but fuck, what if his hair looks weird now? dean checks frantically around for a reflective surface, but the only thing even close to him is a giant telescope, and--even though he briefly considers it--there's no way he'd be able to crawl back up it and down in time.

"what are you doing?" he mutters to himself, able to at least recognize that he's acting like a preteen about to meet one of the jonas brothers.

it's just sam.

just sam, kind of, dean's brain quietly corrects. it's just sam, but fucking huge.

it's just sam, but his ridiculous hair has grown and curls softly around his ears, brushes his jaw when he ducks his head. it's just sam, except his arms are bigger than dean's head. dean didn't miss the show the other day when sam came to look for something and lifted a fucking stuffed armchair with one arm.

(dean tried it later, and it took him both hands and two tries to get it off the ground. that thing must be reinforced with some crazy cold war steel or something. definitely.)

dean eyes the main room again. he should just sit at the big table. he eyes the big sword on one of the shelves. no--focus. sam went into "library annex 3" to find a book that he thought dean should absolutely take a look at, and left dean, dazzled, in his wake. so dean is going to sit here and wait, because he's been running out of excuses to see sammy lately.

dean slumps into one of the chairs, sighing. what is wrong with him?

he gets so...easily distracted whenever sammy--future-sam or whatever--starts talking to him. and most of it isn't even his fault, okay? sammy always puffs up whenever either 2006 winchester gets close, a dick-measuring if dean's ever seen one. as soon as sam got a single inch on dean in height, dean's never heard the end of it. but this sammy, older sammy, straightens up and his chest gets all big and--fuck--arms! big arms!!

dean keeps trying to find plausible excuses for sammy to take off his shirt because dean is convinced he has a six-pack under there, and it's his right to know!

"i found it!" a muffled voice from down the hallway, so deep that dean's brain goes a little sideways. and dean feels his whole body lock up, like he's just been thrown out of an airplane.

sam--sammy steps through the doorway, holding up a book triumphantly. his eyes are bright, and he's got little wrinkles at the corners, barely there. his grin is radiant, and dean feels absurdly like he's looking directly at one of those religious frescos with the yellow circles behind everyone's heads. sam would get a kick out of that.

dean whimpers. he straight up fucking whimpers, covering it quickly with a cleared throat.

"great!" he says, too bright. it's not his fault! it's not! dean barely resists the urge to bash his own head in.

so sue him! sam is suddenly huge and old and glad to see dean? he lights up whenever dean walks into a room, greeting him warmly. he seems to find dean adorable, which dean kind of resents, but it's hard to stay mad at sammy when he clearly finds so much delight in seeing him.

and 'sammy' isn't helping. 'sammy' had always been a dean word. it had been an 'us' word, a 'they don't know you like i know you, they can't understand you like i can' word. as soon as dean's own sam--2006 sam--had shrugged off the word, and older sam had donned it, dean knew he was screwed. wires crossed. you can only call so many men 'sammy' before you start to tease them and want to be around them and give them shit and look at their huge fucking tits--wait...no. shit. focus!

"so get this," sammy says, and he slides into the chair next to dean, smooth and graceful and so in touch with every muscle in his body that dean has to catch his breath a little. and his chest does something funny, because sam shows him the book and starts babbling.

he starts babbling. like a two year old sam and an eight year old sam and a twelve and a fifteen and an eighteen year old sam.

it seems impossible that this person--this man, all poise and purpose and focus, whose eyes can cut and soothe, whose stubble scratches when he rubs a hand across his jaw--is still dean's sam. dean's sammy.

and he knows it. and he likes it. this sammy brushes his shoulder and doesn't recoil like it burns. he looks to dean first when something is wrong. dean saw, the other day, how his older self comforted sam after a nightmare, how easily sam contorted himself to fit the shape of older dean's arms. sam likes being dean's. or at least this version of dean.

"anyways, i think that this is probably our most comprehensive record of vampires--their habits, their physiology, their weaknesses. if you wanted to give it a read, i think it'll really come in handy." sam says, still talking like dean cares at all for vampires and not the exact shape of sam's mouth.

dean aches. he feels inadequate. there is something clearly in this dean that is worthy, something that sam finds lovable. or necessary. dean wants to be necessary. dean needs to be necessary.

"yeah." dean says, suddenly, when he realizes that sammy's looking for a response. "that--uh--that sounds great."

"you didn't hear a thing i said, did you?" sammy asks, eyebrow raised, teasing and knowing and fuck--dean's chest collapses. sam knows him.

it's so strange to be known by this...this man. this man who blots out the sun with his shoulders, and has callused hands, and looks at dean like he's proud of him. this man knows him. this man is sammy, and that's all dean every really needs.

"naw." he says, scrubbing a hand in the close-shorn hair at the back of his head, abashed and feeling strange. "'m sorry."

"don't be." sammy rolls his eyes, but it's in good humour. sam--2006 sam, and it's weird that dean has already made that distinction--would genuinely be put out. he thinks dean doesn't take him seriously.

both sams are alien to dean. sam, because his burden is eating him alive. he's terrified of himself, of his powers. furious at what he's becoming and increasingly furious at dean for not taking his own safety seriously. like sam could ever hurt him.

and this sammy, of course, is different. he's physically very different, but also...softer? that's the wrong word. he's easier, maybe. his smiles are soft and he thinks through things before he says them. he doesn't hurt to hold in your hand like sam does, all spikes and hard edges like rock that resents you for holding it. sammy is a stone worn smooth by a river, and dean doesn't know if that makes him a bad brother.

he doesn't want to know, because he can't think about this being another way of failing sam. dean's been failing sam since that first over-long look in 1995.

this sam, at least, dean has a reason for not understanding completely. time has made a stranger of his brother, not circumstance, and time is easier to blame.

"what?" sammy asks, and dean snaps back to the present, abashed again. god. it's like his first fumbling date a fourteen all over again. but wait, no it's not--why did dean think that?

"nothing. sorry. you're just--" dean can't find the words. sammy seems delighted at this, eyes sparking with a challenge like they're both in on a joke.

"i'm..." he prompts, drawing it out. dean sputters. he and sam give each other shit all the time. it shouldn't feel different with this sam, but...it does.

"hi."

dean jerks away, sitting up straight in his chair. sam stands in the doorway. he looks pissed. his hands are balled into fists at his sides, his jaw is set, and he's...not looking at dean.

dean looks to sammy, whose eyes widen. he seems surprised by something. proud of something.

"dean wants to know if we're ready for dinner. what are you doing?" sam asks, words loaded. dean's about to jump in, feeling weirdly guilty. they're just talking about a book, it's not like they were--

"just talking with my little brother." sam says, jostling dean's shoulder with his elbow, like this is all a big joke but what the fuck?? dean's spine melts and drips down his ribs. oh my fucking god.

little brother little brother little brother sam could pin dean down if he wanted to, dean looks down at sam's huge fucking hands oh my god, little brother--

"you--" sam starts, and sammy sits up straighter, tilting his head forward like he's coaching sam through something, but sam's eyes are suddenly on dean, and dean freezes.

he doesn't know what to do under sam's critical gaze. the weight in his stomach is definitely guilt, but dean doesn't know why. dean looks away first.

"we're just talking shop, sam." dean says to his hands. a pause. dean hears sam leave, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

he better not be going to see that old geezer. dean doesn't like he way he looks at sam.

"we almost had him," sammy says, thoughtful. dean looks up, and sammy is looking down at him with an expression so fond that dean's throat closes. "next time."

dean's heart beats faster.

oh man. he is so fucked.

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apocalypseornaw · 1 year ago

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Prove It (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Advice from a friend leads you to calling Dean

You were grateful to always have a place to go that wasn't Jody's or Donna's. You loved both of them, don't get it wrong but they loved Dean as much as they loved you which meant they would call him the moment you showed or at the very least text.

Alicia on the other hand? She was good with Dean but she was your friend first and firmly in your corner. She didn't even ask when you called to see if you could stay with her for a couple days, and didn't push when you told her it was a planned trip you made with Dean.

You were sitting on her porch, curled up in the swing under a blanket with a cup of chamomile tea in your hands watching the rain fall down. You'd left the bunker just two days ago. There was about a hundred missed calls and texts from Dean. You didn't even want to check how many voicemails there was.

You knew you needed to talk to him, he didn't deserve radio silence but you didn't want to speak when fueled by anger and pain. You needed to have a clear head to talk to him. You wanted to believe Dean loved you the way you loved him, but the way you'd felt sitting there alone waiting for him to come back only to learn he'd chosen to go to a bar instead? Yeah it hurt.

"Y/N?" You heard Alicia's voice and glanced up to see she was standing at the door with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a cup of tea as well. A small smile worked its way onto your face so you moved over and patted the swing next to you. She walked over to join you, getting comfortable before she finally spoke "You're hurting and I want to help but I don't want to stick my nose into something that's none of my business"

You swallowed hard, looking out across the field next to her house. It was gorgeous here, Asia's mother had made sure her and Max had solid places to call home when they weren't hunting. What was that like? "He didn't cheat" you spoke quietly and she nodded "I pretty much knew that but the question remains what happened?" Before you knew it you were spilling your heart out to Alicia.

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She let you get it all out, only interacting when she saw you needed it. Once it was off your chest you felt better. She watched you for a few moments before asking "Can I say something without sounding like I'm taking anyone's side but yours?" You nodded "Of course" she smiled slightly "You love Dean and no matter the mistakes he's made he loves you. He can't even try to make it up to you or even explain himself if you won't talk to him" You knew she was right, she knew that you knew she was right. Instead of rubbing it in she simply grabbed your mug "I'll go make more tea"

Dean hadn't slept since you left. He couldn't. He was used to you being next to him, used to feeling you reach for him in your sleep, used to waking up next to you.

He'd gone down the list of people you would stay with. You weren't at Garths, Jody's or Donna's. Him and Sam had checked every cabin within a five hundred mile radius either themselves or gotten someone to check it. He was starting to panic, what if something had happened? What if you were hurt? What if the last thought you had of him was that he hadn't bothered to come home for your anniversary?

He let out a breath and leaned back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling. He'd just allowed his eyes a moment to close when his phone rang. He nearly flipped the chair when he stood up to grab it "Hello?"

The sound of rain on a tin roof hit his ears first followed by your voice, a sound that put his very soul at ease "Dean, I'm at Alicia's" "So you're ok?" He asked and felt a wave of relief when you laughed lightly "For the most part. I don't want to come home but I want to talk but not over the phone please"

He nodded then kicked himself, he was on the phone you couldn't see him "Can I come there sweetheart?" He held his breath the few seconds it took you to finally answer "Yeah" he sat down in the chair again, letting himself feel the relief of knowing you were safe "I'll be there soon. Baby I am sorry and I love you" it felt like a knife in his chest when you simply said "See you soon" before hanging up.

He stared at the phone for a moment before hollering "SAMMY I'M GOING TO ALICIA'S"

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farity · 1 year ago

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Obsession, part 18

When you walked by the room Alicent had been given your jaw almost dropped. There was a rack with an array of dresses, all in shades of green, a shelf with several pairs of heels, another shelf with what looked a boutique's worth of hair and cosmetic products.

Alicent Hightower might be crying and worried, but she was going to look good doing it.

Helaena had brought her laptop over last night - she usually arranged to have a set of clothes for everyone in the family, as well as the basic necessities, ready to go whenever needed, so she'd left two neat piles on the bed in your room. One with clothes, the other one with electronics and toiletries.

"We might be here a couple of days, I can have something ordered and it will be here within a couple of hours."

You looked down at your sweater and leggings. "If it's okay, can you get me some more of these? As long as they're comfortable so I can sleep in them, I'm good."

Helaena smiled. "Of course. Any particular colors? I know you like soft pinks."

"Blue, maybe. Thank you, Hel." You hugged her and she kissed your cheek.

* * * * *

You returned to Aemond's room to find Alicent praying at his side. As you turned to let her have her privacy, you heard the chair move.

"It's fine, I'm finished."

"If you need more time, I can wait outside."

Alicent smiled at you, "you're the wife. You take precedence over me."

"Alicent, I don't believe in that," you said, "your son is hurt, you take all the time you need. I would never kick you out because I 'take precedence'," you added, making quote signs with your fingers. "I'll be back in a minute."

You went to grab a bottle of water and when you returned, she was holding Aemond's hand. "Your wife is back, I will return later." She leaned down to kiss his forehead and gave you a small smile as she left.

"Aemond," you said gently, sitting next to his bed. "It's time to wake up, my love." You felt tears beginning to gather behind your eyes. "I miss you," you whispered. "Please come back to me."

You grabbed his hand, threaded your fingers through his, kissed the wedding ring he wore. There was a bruise on his elbow where he'd probably landed when he was thrown to the ground, and there was a larger bruise forming beyond the edges of the bandage over the surgery site.

So close to his heart, you thought.

You pressed your forehead against the back of his hand. "Aemond, I love you. Please wake up. None of this means anything to me if you're not with me."

You started to cry, afraid and exhausted, wanting nothing more than for him to come back to you.

* * * * *

"He was lucky in that the collapsed area was small, and that he was flown over quickly," the surgeon was saying.

"Why hasn't he woken up, is there anything else going on?"

"No," the surgeon said, "he is in excellent health. Sometimes it takes a little longer to wake. I wouldn't worry too much about it for the next few hours, Mrs. Targaryen. Excuse me."

You watched him walk away, and once again resisted the urge to start Googling partially collapsed lungs because you were sure to find the worst case scenarios.

"Here."

You turned as Helaena pressed a pastry into your hand. It was some kind of apple thing and it smelled amazing.

"Have you or Aegon ever been hurt?"

"Um, someone shot at Aegon once but Aemond got him out of the way. And of course, you saved me," she smiled at you. "Dad was shot at a few times, he was hit in the hand once, but other than that, nothing major."

By the motherfucking Seven, just about everyone in this family had been shot at.

You took a bite of the pastry.

"Where did you get those, I want one," Aegon said, coming up to take a bite of Helaena's pastry.

"Hey!"

"That's good shit," he said through a mouth full of food, then took another bite and ran off before Helaena could smack him.

"Daeron is on the way. You'll like him, he's so nice. He's the baby of the family."

You smiled at her. "I've seen pictures, it will be nice to meet him. Thank you for breakfast," you said, heading back into Aemond's room.

You sat next to him, finishing up your pastry, and then took his hand again. "Daeron is coming to see you. We are all here, Aemond."

You wouldn't cry again. You knew that sometimes people were still able to hear those around him, and you didn't want him to just hear you cry over and over. "I was thinking about what you said, going somewhere? That would be nice. I know we need to take guards, but maybe when you're all healed up we can take a little trip?"

You rubbed his hand between yours, kissed the back of his fingers. "I was thinking of getting back into drawing. I used to do it a long time ago and I saw this online course I could take. Your mom has been here a lot, we've had some good conversations. So has Aegon, he really does love you, Aemond," you said against his hand."

"And you?"

His voice was so faint and so raspy that you thought you'd imagined it, but when you looked up, he was looking right at you.

You let out a breath, all words forgotten. You started laughing and crying as you rose and kissed his cheek, trying not to move him too much. You kissed his cheek, his lips, his hair, his hand going up to take yours. "I love you," you said against his mouth, "I love you so much."

* * * * *

Alicent was the first to run into the room when you called out that Aemond was awake, her killer heels no impediment as she rushed in and took his other hand.

You moved aside to let the doctor look at the surgery site. "It's healing very well," he said. "If you're feeling up to it, you can go home in a couple of days. With a lot of restrictions," he warned. "I will leave you to your family.

You watched as Aegon, uncharacteristically emotional, ran his hand through Aemond's hair, nodding silently at his brother.

"I see the party started without me."

You turned to the doorway to see a young man you knew to be Daeron, who stood with a backpack hanging off one shoulder.

Daeron hugged his mother, let himself be engulfed by Aegon, and got a kiss on the cheek from Helaena before he made it to Aemond's side. "Glad to see you awake, Aem."

"Glad to be awake."

You took a step back, letting Daeron through. "Hey, nice to meet you, new sister," he said, hugging you before he leaned over and pressed his forehead to his brother's.

You watched the usually composed Alicent crying as all her children gathered. Helaena linked her arm through her mother's, placing her head on Alicent's shoulder. You watched Aegon pull Daeron into a hug, slapping his brother's back.

And you watched Aemond watching his family with a smile on his face.

* * * * *

Two days later, as you walked down the concrete hallway, you felt your heart pounding in your ears. You had gotten a few pointers from Aegon, but still, you were nervous.

The door opened and you saw an empty space with a single chair in the center and a man tied to it.

You nearly ran over to punch him in the face.

"Steady, sis," Aegon whispered beside you. "You'll get your chance."

"Where is my daughter?" Borros Baratheon bellowed.

"Dead" Aegon snapped at him, and Borros roared. "Your own fucking fault, old man."

Borros kept screaming and for a moment you felt badly for him. Floris had died amidst the volleys of gunfire and Borros had been swiftly taken by Aemond's men.

Helaena and Daeron walked in and Borros looked at everyone facing him. His eyes, the renowned Baratheon blue, landed on you. "And who the fuck are you?"

You felt Aegon's hand on your back.

"I'm Aemond's wife."

Borros looked you up and down. "Wife?" he asked, "or widow?"

"Wife."

He snapped his eyes to the doorway, where Aemond stood. Daeron had pushed the wheelchair the surgeon had insisted he use until he left Tarth, down the hallway, but Aemond had insisted on facing Borros on his own two feet.

"I am sorry for your loss," he said gently.

"You'll see her again soon, you sick fuck," Aegon added. "Lets get this over with, I want to go home."

He pulled out a gun and handed it to you. He looked at you and nodded.

"Tarth!" Borros screamed, hoping for rescue.

You'd practiced a little but there was no way you were remotely comfortable holding a gun. You held it securely and aimed at Borros's chest.

"Borros Baratheon," you said, "know that you didn't take him from me, but we will take everything from you, and make House Baratheon a memory."

You pulled the trigger, your arms ready for the kickback, and saw the moment blood started to bloom below Borros's shoulder. He jerked back, growling in pain.

"I will pay you," he gritted out, panting heavily.

"You already have," Aemond said, and took the gun from you. He raised his hand and shot him through the forehead.

Borros's head fell back and his mouth went slack, and Aemond gave the gun back to Aegon.

"Let's go home."

* * * * *

You hadn't let go of Aemond since he'd woken up, other than to use the bathroom or when the doctor was examining him. And you didn't let go of him on the way home, sitting next to him on the plane, and then in the car.

"You did well."

"I meant to shoot him where he shot you," you said sheepishly. "I should take lessons."

Aemond kissed your hair. "First self defense, then shooting."

You leaned into him, his hand in yours. He squeezed your hand, then turned it over. "About time I get you an engagement ring, don't you think?"

"I don't care," you replied.

He rolled his eye at you. "Then maybe, an 'I took my first shot' ring since you did so well."

You laughed. "That is so morbid."

He leaned over to kiss you, his lips gentle. You remembered how you had looked at him while he was on the hospital bed, so still, his skin so pale, and you cupped his cheek.

When he pulled back he looked at you. "I'm here," he murmured, reading your thoughts. You nodded at him. You were almost home and you wanted nothing more than to know you were both safe and sound.

* * * * *

"I heard you, you know."

She was arranging pillows behind his back, tucking a blanket over his legs, making sure his water and pills were within reach. When she heard him, she looked up.

"When?"

"Before I woke up."

She looked around, remembering, and then she smiled. "Which part?"

"You told me to come back to you."

She nodded and went to sit next to him, her legs tucked under her. "I did."

"Don't ever say I don't listen to you."

She laughed, and then her lips pressed together and she buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," she said as she broke down. "I really don't mean to be so weak."

He pulled her in, "you're not weak," he kissed the top of her head as she sobbed, "the last fucking thing you are is weak."

When she stopped crying, he kissed her cheek. "You know, I thought I'd never find someone. Between what I do, my family, that fact that I didn't want a fucking mafia princess which ruled out 90% of my options, I just didn't think it would happen."

"But then you appeared," he continued, "and you wanted nothing to do with me."

She smiled, remembering well their first meeting.

"And then I saw you at the wedding and I thought you were a goddess-"

She scoffed, shaking her head.

"You were. And then I followed you, and then I kissed you. And whether you knew it - whether I knew it - I was yours."

She pulled him in for a kiss, leaning over so he wouldn't have to turn.

"And I came to you, covered in blood, thinking I could frighten you and then you'd push me out of your life and that would be it."

"Aemond," she said softly.

"Because if you couldn't handle it, I had no business pulling you into this life. But instead I found I didn't want to leave your side."

"I'm with you," she replied. "I love you."

"I love you," he whispered, pulling her in, breathing the scent of her hair, her skin, smiling when she repeated I love you over and over. It was the sound that had pulled him back.

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Omg "Touch me. Feel my skin. I'm real, see?" promt for cowboy Saeran? :(♡

I miss him dearly

It wasn’t all that often you were graced with your outlaw’s presence. He had work to do that couldn’t stop for nothing. You were just as busy as he was, but you had the illusion of taking a break when he didn’t have that luxury. You could sit down on a bar chair and wax poetic to a crook without a second thought to get him to say what you needed to hear, but he couldn’t slow down and catch his breath to save his life.

You understood just how important it was for him to get his work done. His ass was on the line. He had to do what he had to do. The life of a criminal wasn't an easy one, but it was the life he had to live. Even if you didn't know the devil in the details, you knew he decided to walk down this path for a reason.

That reason mattered to you, and you trusted him to tell you when he was ready to talk about it, but until that day? You were okay to wait in the wings. It wasn't as if the moments in between weren't worth it. A day with your boss was the same as a day of fresh air, and that was all the more reason to enjoy the feeling of being cozied up in bed with an outlaw you called your own.

You could tell that Unknown hadn't slept in days when he showed up at your front door, and despite the wary look in his eyes, he decided to come inside anyway. It wasn't like Zen was around to kick him out. Your best friend was out of town for the week because he had some business to take care of in another city. You preferred to have visitors anyway, especially visitors who made you feel safe.

After you helped him wash up and clean his face, he huddled down in bed with you for God knows how long before you dozed off after him. He needed the rest and he needed the reminder that you trusted him enough to be vulnerable around him.

He didn't have to stay armed to feel safe, and you didn't have to hold onto a knife to feel comfortable around him.

Unknown was warm.

His breath was soft against your throat as you stirred out of sleep and found yourself staring at the dark walls of your cabin. You didn't have the energy to untangle yourself from him to find a candle, but it was dark enough outside to let you know he'd been there longer than just a little afternoon nap. You weren't upset about it, but you knew that it might upset him a little to have put you at risk of someone seeing his horse nearby.

You sighed, absentmindedly running your digits through his messy curls.

However, your moment of peace was destroyed in a heartbeat as Unknown's gentle breaths turned ragged. His peaceful slumber all but burned to terror as his body tensed and his lungs fought to stay in control of his fears. You knew he was having a nightmare, but also knew better than to wake someone from their nightmare knowing it could lead them to be more frightened than anything else.

You had to wait, holding your breath as his only grew worse, trying to coax him to a gentle valley of flowers far, far away from whatever set him off in the first place. It took a moment for you to find his hand in the sheets, but once you did, you cupped it against your cheek. Even if he wasn't awake, you knew he would respond to touch. He... always did.

For a man who let people believe he hated anything closer to him than twenty miles away, he was starved for a single touch.

You breathed a gentle instruction for his sake. He needed to know his dreams weren't doomed. He could save them. "Touch me. Feel my skin. I'm real, see?"

Unknown felt small in your embrace as he fought with his demons to maintain control of his dreams. He wasn't the tall outlaw who had to growl to survive when he was with you... he was a boy who never had a choice in what he had to do to survive. But, you refused to let go of his hand. You wanted him to know you could protect him, too, only if he would allow it.

It took a few minutes, but his breath began to even out again, and he sighed in response to your promise to protect him. You let go of his hand, but he kept it there against your cheek as if the only lifeline he had to stay at peace, making it much easier for you to cradle his head against your heart.

His heart... forevermore.

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salaapaoo · 1 year ago

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i would like to see a calver angst fic...

**implied major chara death

Cale wakes up, his legs strewn over the armrest of the sofa in Alver's office and a crick in his neck. Sleeping on the couch was never the best. The papers he had held onto his chest in his sleep are creased, he must have had it in a death grip in his sleep, somehow managing to keep it rather than dropping them all over the carpeted floor. His eyes are sticky with sleep and he's staring blankly at the wide block of sunlight painting the wall across from him, trying to blink himself into awareness.

He must've passed out on the crown prince's couch again. It wasn't out of the norm when they did paperwork together.

(For someone who swears he'd become a slacker, Cale sure works a lot, plopping down across from his sworn brother to join him as time creeps on into the early hours of the morning. They'd each have their own sets of papers in their hands, working in a comfortable silence that's only broken by the flipping of pages or the scratching of a nib).

Cale looks over towards Alver's desk, wincing as his neck protested at the movement. The sunlight has always been awfully bright around lunch time, bleeding in through the curtains to illuminate the crown of gold on Alver's head. His desk sat right in the center of the window and usually, it was Alver that saved him from the light, sitting right in the way to block it so he could turn over to sleep in longer.

A part of him expects to see the man's stupidly perfect smile, his lips curled with something just on the cusp of breaking into something more free. He'd say something dumb about waiting an eternity for Cale to finally wake up, or maybe bemoan how cruel of a sworn brother he was for giving him so much work after running around and causing trouble.

But there is no flipping of papers and there is no scribbles and sighs. There is no Alver sitting in that leather chair, grumbling about how unbelievably greedy the nobles could be under his breath.

But he isn't there and he won't be coming back.

(Cale's never thought he'd miss that uncomfortably pleasant smile or the man's glib tongue remarks like he did now).

#this some soft stuff ig #alver crossman #cale henituse #lout of count's family #salaapaoo fic ideas #feels like its been a while!!! since writing !!

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 7 months ago

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 42

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2561

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of assault and death

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Grave One Thing Right

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Hangman

Jake heard the steady, incessant beeping first. The soft murmurs of voices in the distance followed, but they were too far away to understand anything. Who was speaking, though? And where was he? He tried to lift his head, but while his brain sent the signals to his muscles to do so, nothing happened. His body refused to move.

Maybe opening my eyes is a better first step. Hangman thought, realizing he could not, in fact, see anything. He winced at the effort it took to do such a simple task, and his vision spun violently; it took all of his willpower not to succumb to the sleep that called him to return, but he had to figure out where Ghost was, if she was okay-

"Jake?" A familiar voice whispered, although not Ghost's soft and sweet one. It wasn't Maverick because of the slight Texan drawl. What about Kyle or Nick? But why would they be there? They would've killed him already if they were. Unless they wanted him to be awake before they committed the act, which Jake wouldn't put past either of them. The thought sent a surge of newfound strength, and with every ounce of willpower he could muster, he opened his eyes and struggled to sit up to confront them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, brother," insisted the man calmly, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him back onto a bed. "It's Matt."

"Matt? " Hangman echoed, blinking in surprise. He started scanning the room, noticing the sterile, neutral interior, the barely-disturbed white bedsheets covering his lower half, and the pale blue hospital gown he wore. "What—how are—wait. Ghost. Where's Ghost?"

"She's fine. Just went to grab something to drink with Coyote. She'll be upset she missed you waking up the one time she leaves."

"Leaves? What are you- what are you talking about? Where am I?" Hangman looked his brother up and down in confusion, taking in his unusually bedraggled appearance. His normally perfectly styled hair- a trait he and Jake shared- stuck in different directions like he'd rolled out of bed only moments ago. "What are you doing here?"

Matt sat down in a chair next to the bed Hangman resided in. "Ghost called me. Guess she saved my number after all these years. Got here as fast as I could. Truth be told, it was uncanny timing. I was already heading to California because I got a tip that Nick was out here. As for you, you're in the hospital. You got out of surgery a while ago and have been sleeping the anesthesia off the last few hours."

"Surgery?" Jake repeated incredulously. "What for?"

His brother leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. "You don't remember?"

"No, I-" Jake rubbed his face, cringing at the pain in his shoulder when he did so. He wracked his brain for the memories, replaying the evening over, and talked himself through it aloud. "Uh, Ghost and I got a call from Rooster and Juliette to watch their dogs while they went to the hospital. Maverick came over shortly after searching for Ghost. They talked. Ghost excused herself to grab something from her backpack, which was... was in my living room. That left me and Mav to chat. A noise, like a- like a bang, caught our attention, and when we went to check on Ghost, she..."

An image of Kyle with his hand wrapped around Ghost's throat, a bright red mark on her cheek in the shape of a handprint, the red haze that descended over his vision at the sight of her in peril...

And Nick.

Nick had been there. Had been pointing a gun at them, one Hangman had no doubt was fully loaded.

Jake's nostrils flared, a snarl involuntarily curling his lips. "Where are they?"

"Jail. I've already alerted the police in Texas about their whereabouts, so if California tries to release them, Texas authorities will have them extradited to stand trial down there."

"You think there's a chance they won't try them for attempted murder?"

"There's always a chance. Nick and Kyle are already trying to blame the attack on you and Maverick, saying they were trying to talk to Ghost, and you two started the brawl. Obviously, she's defending you two, and all the damage on you three supports your side of the story."

"Are they hurt?"

"Yeah. Since they were armed, they did worse damage to y'all, but you did a number on them. Especially whoever hit Nick in the back of the head."

Hangman started to laugh but winced at the pain in his back and abdomen. "That- that was Juliette. Finally took down the asshole. Don't know how he or Kyle kept going with the punches we were throwing at them."

"Drugs. Both had it in their system. Not sure which one. Or ones."

"Not surprising. So why am I in the hospital?"

Matt leaned back in his chair, his knees bouncing up and down. "When I say they did a number on you, I mean specifically you. Ghost and Maverick didn't escape unscathed by any means, but you took the brunt of it from Kyle. They counted about a dozen stab wounds. The fact you're alive, man... they had to staunch the bleeding, stitch you up, and give you a blood transfusion. We weren't sure you were going to make it," he said, his voice softening at the end.

Hangman gulped, only one question coming to mind. "Will I be able to fly again?"

"Once you recover, yeah, I think so. I don't see any reason why you wouldn't be able to, but I also may not be the best person to ask that."

A slight relief then. "What are Ghost's injuries? And Mav-"

A crash of something dropping to the floor behind him interrupted the conversation. Hangman turned to look at the newcomer in the doorway, and his heart practically stopped at the sight of Ghost. She rushed to his side with Coyote on her heels. Neither of them appeared like they'd gotten a lick of rest.

"Jake!" she breathed, taking his hand in hers and lifting it to her lips to press a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

"Hell, man, it's good to see you," Coyote said, running a hand through his too-shirt hair. "How are you feeling?"

Hangman didn't respond, his eyes assessing the damage done to Ghost and his mind formulating what pain he'd inflict upon Kyle for doing this to her. He removed his hand from hers and, ever so carefully, traced the outline of the bruise on her cheek before dragging it down to her neck, where his thumb- feather light to the touch- brushed over a thin, angry red line.

"Kyle's knife cut me when I pretended to pass out," Ghost explained, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Barely hurts."

"I'm going to kill him. Next time I see him, I'll kill him," Hangman said with such deadly quiet that no one in the room doubted the truth of his words.

"He's not worth the jail time."

"But you are."

The corners of her mouth quirked upward. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. How are you? How badly were you hurt? How are Mav and Bradshaw?"

"I'm better seeing you awake. I have a bad concussion, but other than some scrapes and a couple bruised ribs, I'm okay. Mav and Rooster have some scrapes and bruises, but they're fine."

"Princess... why do I remember something being wrong with her? Is she okay?"

Ghost pursed her lips and dropped her gaze to their intertwined hands, now resting on the white sheets. Coyote coughed and said, "Hey, Matt, can you help me find the Blackwoods and Maverick? They wanted to know when Jake woke up."

His brother nodded and exited the room with Coyote, leaving Ghost and Jake alone. The latter prompted, "How's Juliette?"

"She's alive."

Something about Ghost's tone set him on edge. "What happened?"

"If I tell you, I need you to promise me you won't blame it on yourself. I need you to understand that what happened to her would've happened whether you were here or not."

"Annalise-"

"Promise me."

"I-I promise."

Taking an unsteady breath, Ghost explained what all had happened since the attack, how Juliette seized because of her high blood pressure, how she'd had an emergency C-section, had coded in the middle of it due to AFE- amniotic fluid embolism. Because the doctors were concerned her symptoms prior to arrival may have been related to AFE, they were already prepared in case it occurred. They'd stabilized her relatively quickly, and both babies were in the NICU under careful observation to ensure no damage had been done to their health when Juliette coded.

Hangman had promised Ghost he wouldn't blame himself for the situation, but all he could think about was- regardless that Juliette was resuscitated- how he could add yet another person to the list of who had died in the hospital in his presence. Surely this couldn't be some grim and grisly coincidence? "How's Bradshaw holding up?"

"You could ask me yourself, you know." Ghost whirled around at the sound of Rooster's voice from the entryway. Coyote stood behind him. "I heard you were up. Thought I'd come see how you're doing."

"I'm alive. How are you holding up?"

"I haven't snapped, if that's what you're wondering, but I have your girlfriend to thank for that."

Bradshaw- pale and with dark bags under his eyes- shuffled behind Ghost and pulled her into a side hug. At some point in time, seeing the affection the two shared for each other would've bothered Jake, but knowing they were practically siblings now, knowing that Rooster had no eyes but for Juliette, and that Jake himself had Ghost, all he felt was relief that his girlfriend had had support from Rooster during this.

"All I did was sit with you," Ghost pointed out, eyes briefly darting over to Coyote, who took residence in the chair Matt had previously occupied.

Rooster shrugged. "Yeah, but that's what I needed. You recognized that."

"How's Juliette? Any updates?"

Rooster rubbed his eyes with his hands, a silent but unmistakable sign of his stress. "No. Sarah's with her right now. Jack is watching the dogs for us, and Joey is on his way back from Hawaii as we speak."

"Whatever we can do to help-"

"Just get better. That's an order."

"You're not my Captain, Bradshaw. You can't give me orders."

"He's not-" Maverick stepped into the room with Charlotte and Jackie Blackwood behind him- "but I can."

Hangman grinned. "Hey, Pops. You look the best out of all of us."

Rooster rolled his eyes. "All right, Kiss-Ass. I'm going to return to Jules, but let me know if you need anything. Enjoy the peace and quiet before the Daggers come visit."

Bidding the group goodbye, Rooster exited the room; Charlie, Jackie, and Maverick immediately surrounded the bed, and Coyote got up to move next to Ghost, keeping a careful eye on her as she swayed a little on the bed. Hangman would be forever grateful for his wingman's acute awareness.

Ghost's grip tightened on his hand, and he suddenly remembered that everyone in this room knew Ghost's true parentage. I really thought this meeting would be more awkward.

"I did, too, if we're being honest," Coyote agreed.

The realization struck Jake hard, and the heart monitor betrayed his embarrassment. "I- I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but you've still got anesthesia in your system, so we'll let it slide," Charlie replied, giving him a small yet playful smile. "Thank you for protecting my-" she glanced at Maverick out of the corner of her eye- "our daughter."

Maverick nodded in agreement, seemingly unable to speak. His gaze kept drifting to Ghost, who remained uncharacteristically silent, even for her. Jackie must've noticed, too, because she casually sidled away from her mom and next to her sister, gently bumping shoulders with Ghost. The female aviator returned it lightly but didn't look up, keeping her eyes on hers and Hangman's intertwined hands.

"We're so relieved to see you up and talking," Charlie continued, "and whatever you need, I'm here for you."

"Thank you," Hangman said sincerely.

"I need to make a few calls, but text me if you need me. Both of you, okay?"

Hangman and Ghost nodded. Charlie, Jackie, and Maverick hugged the two aviators, Coyote gently squeezed his friends' shoulders, and then they exited the room, leaving Hangman and Ghost wholly alone.

"Talk to me, Ghost. What's wrong?" he prodded softly.

Her voice was all but a whisper. "I'm so sorry, Jake. This is all my fault. If I hadn't- I never should've started anything with him."

Hangman's heartstrings tugged in agony at the sight of tears welling in his girlfriend's eyes and her desperate, silent fight to keep them at bay. With a painful effort, he braced himself on his elbow so he could reach up and lift Ghost's chin with his knuckle. "Annie, look at me. You are not responsible for this. You cannot control his reaction to your actions. He could've handled your rejection by not losing his shit and coming after you with Nick. Kyle's the problem, not you."

"I know, but what did I ever see in him? Why did I-" Ghost's voice broke, tears of guilt and shame flooding silently down her cheeks.

"Because as I remember you telling me, you thought he'd changed, and he gave you no other reason besides his troubled past to make you believe he remained the same person he'd been back then."

"It was a mistake. A horrible mistake-"

"We all make mistakes, Annie; it's ok-"

"It's not when it nearly got you killed!" she burst. Ghost trembled and furiously wiped away tears. "I nearly lost you last night, and it made me realize how close I came to losing you all those years ago, and logically, I know... I know I can't control other people's actions, but this never would've happened if I hadn't fallen for his stupid lie and charms. I thought I was a better judge of character than that. I don't care if my bad judgment inflicts painful repercussions on myself, but it's not okay when it drags in other people, especially when they nearly get killed because of it."

Hangman had been in her position before. He understood the self-loathing running through her mind for guilt over something she had no control over. Even if she had made a bad judgment call, it wasn't Ghost's fault for Kyle's reaction. And in that moment, Hangman suddenly had an epiphany of his own. He'd made a bad judgment call during his training exercise that ended in Ghoul's demise, but it hadn't been his fault that her parachute didn't open. However, he'd have to come to terms with that later because he had to focus on Ghost right now. She needed him.

"Come here," he ordered, opening up his free arm and motioning for Ghost to embrace him. She did, being careful to avoid hurting him. Wrapping his arm tightly around her shoulders, Hangman said, "I do not blame you for any of this. You have me forever."

He could feel Ghost smile into the crook of his neck. "And always.

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