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crush-itis · 1 day ago

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HALLOOOO GURRRLL !! HOWW ARE YOUU ?? I'M HEREEE TO REQUEST !! AND IT'S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE ! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

SOOO i saw a lot of lilia x human!reader but not lilia x fae!reader(i saw a few of them) SO! Lilia and reader have been married ever since lilia was a general! they have been taking care of the boys together ever since the boys were little (Silver, malleus and sebak) Silver see reader as his mother and malleus kinda see reader the same way like silver (?), and sebak respect her just like lilia! Soo the story is the reader secretly visit the boys and snuck in the diasomnia like it's been years they haven't seen each other but still keep in contact by latters~! And when the boys find out about this, lilia was excited to see her only for reader to have all her attention to the boys(her children-) and babying them instead of him! and only got scolded by the reader(she's a bossy wife) for giving her children his homemade foods all this years(silver complain about it to reader) and his kinda sulking about it and being dramatic a little

Sorry for my bad English since it's not my first language and I also hopee my request isn't too much !! (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

ㆍ 𓎟𓎟 ⑅ ⠀FAMILY REUNION !

tags ⠀short, fluffy + few suggestive themes, fae!reader

w.c ⠀1031

a/n ⠀thank youu for the ask!! im so sorry if i didnt make the characters act accurately (idk how to write a happy family) but also im doing okayyy, thank you ^ - ^ 🤍

songs coming home, flaming hot cheetos, puppy love, melting

Browning love letters, stamped with outdated, faerie imperial insignias, they crumple, and collect dust from the top shelf they’re stacked in.

You traced a finger against a special love letter from Lilia, brushing your fingertips against the cursive letters, and the wacky doodled picture of you.

You had been resting in the drawing room on the left wing of your hearty mansion.

Your servant had prepared an ornate, gold tray filled with the love letters exchanged with your beloved.

You usually reread your favourites in your free time.

It was something to remember Lilia for.

Although the two of you were still married, and still very much in love, the distance between you two made it harder for you to cope in your stuffy, lonely, and cold manor.

You couldn’t even call it your home anymore ever since Lilia had left.

“Lilia” was what you truly considered your home.

Perhaps it was time to finally visit him for all these years.

With your engagement ring strapped snugly around your finger, you swooped into your carriage, dolled up, gown and all.

The carriage rattled off to your destination: Night Raven College.

It was one… odd school.

When you stepped inside, your heels clacking against the hardened gravel, you felt the eyes of young students pour on you.

It was an academy full of eccentric pupils…

They must be wondering who you were.

Silver had fallen asleep (again) on school grounds.

Specifically, the green fields just next to Diasomina.

His head rested on the hard, jagged planes of tree bark, and the fluffy, tallish grass he laid on served as a comforting blanket, and mattress.

A bit of sunlight feathered on his sleeping face, slumbering away under the shade with no care for his stacking homework.

He’ll get it done in a jiffy anyway.

With Silver still asleep, you spotted your once baby boy lying comfortably on a bed of grass.

Silver felt a tickle on his side.

His brows knitted close together, and in the middle of his dreams drew away.

He stirred awake, and found himself gasping at the appearance of his mother.

“Boo!” you chuckled, and booped his nose.

“Mother?” Silver let out a shaky breath.

“Shh! We have to surprise your father.” you hushed his mouth before gently grabbing his arm, standing him up.

You removed the leaves caught on his silver-chrome hair, grinning at the timid youngster.

You also couldn’t help but squish, and squeeze his cheeks, cooing at his now grown face.

“You look just like a flower!” You were still babying Silver in his big age.

Silver blushed, abashed by your antics.

He was definitely not expecting your sudden visit.

It felt like Mother’s Day.

Silver led you to the dormitory—the glum, dark shades a stark contrast between your bright, sunny smile.

It took a lot of convincing for you to finally get Silver to help you sneak into Diasomnia.

It was your first time here, and you were getting so much attention again.

You didn’t mind the sea of eyes on you, but you most definitely minded the retchy smell stuffing the halls.

You did not see a female in sight.

There were only male students walking about in sweaty uniforms.

They all caught an unpleasant aroma.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, reaching a gloved hand to cover your nose.

It was a great thing Lilia had taught Silver proper hygiene.

Still walking away, you began to hear the footsteps of a peculiar young man.

Silver also heard a loud, screechy voice along with it.

A snarky silhouette followed, and there goes the familiar, bright green hair.

“Sil-“ the loud, beaming voice suddenly lowered as his eyes turned to the lady next to Silver.

His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped wide open. “Lady Vanrouge!” He squeaked.

“Sebek,” you smiled softly at the boy. He was still the same after all those years.

He always stuck close with Silver, and your husband, Lilia. You remember him being one of Lilia’s pupils.

“How old are you now?” you chuckled, ruffling Sebek’s hair.

“I am sixteen now, and I have grown into a respectable gentleman!” He still had that loud, prideful voice.

You smiled at that, nodding. “That’s amazing!” you applauded him.

“But may I ask, what are you doing here, miss?” Sebek blinked, and Silver hummed in curiosity as well.

“Well, I missed you guys, silly! And of course his father too.” you reached to playfully pinch Silver’s nose, making him squeal.

“Ah, yes. I still remember your wedding.” Sebek nodded vigorously. He respected you just as much as he respected Lilia.

Sebek’s heart hammered away in his chest from happiness.

With the trio now off to surprise Lilia, they found Malleus along the way.

His nose was stuck between the pages of a non fiction.

“Your Highness,” you poked Malleus’ side. He shivered, his attention quickly steering away from his book.

He was still ticklish as ever.

“Y/N?” He blinked.

He was more confused than shocked.

It was adorable.

You pinched his nose.

With the whole group now, they finally arrived at Lilia's door.

Malleus knocked, waiting for a pair of scarlet red eyes to peek behind the door.

The door creaked open,

“Boo!” You twinkled your hands for a crazier effect.

Lilia was just as surprised as the boys were.

Even more when you decided to spend more time with the kids rather than him.

Lilia pawed at your waist, trying to grab your attention like a flimsy, irritating bat going through its breeding season.

The whole family hung around in Lilia’s dorm, skipping class as they watched a comedy.

It was the only time the students relented in attending classes.

The sun began to lower, and the stars began to shimmer, the kids had gone back to their dorms, leaving just the couple alone.

It felt like the two of you were back in your teen years.

Lilia nipped at your ear, whispering sweet nothings.

He bit his lip, yearning for you.

You felt the warmth radiating from his body, and you couldn’t help but giggle sheepishly.

With his hand now snaking for your hip, pulling you closer, Lilia reached to suckle on your throat.

#twst lilia x reader #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #fem reader #fae reader #twst fluff #suggestive #i love you #yehe

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cbeargyu · 2 days ago

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im not sure if your comfortable w this trope but... stepbrother!taehyun 😔

𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍

summary: five years ago, your dad married his mom. you were never close. not really. but the tension, the kind that lingered in your glances and accidental touches... was always there, waiting. one summer night, you catch him in a moment of private pleasure... and neither of you are able to pretend anymore.

pairing: stepbrother!taehyun x stepsister!reader

genre: smut, angst, stepbrother!au, slow burn, forbidden romance, power struggle, unresolved tension.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), masturbation, voyeurism, rough sex, dom/sub power struggle, use of protection, spanking (light), strong language, taboo themes (step-siblings, but no blood relation), sexual tension, minor exhibitionism, suggestive dialogue, awkward morning after

wc: 2,2k

notes: wow, thanks anon, honestly, i’m comfortable with this. i actually have a similar fanfic with soobin that i never dared to post because i was scared it might make people uncomfortable or be poorly received. please read all the way to the end if you want to hear more about my thoughts on the theme.

five years ago, your father married taehyun’s mother. it was a small ceremony, nothing extravagant, just close family and friends gathered under a blush-colored sunset. everyone smiled. everyone said it was beautiful, that you were now a family.

family.

the word always tasted foreign on your tongue whenever you looked at taehyun. it didn’t matter how many dinners you sat through, how many family vacations you forced yourselves to smile for. the truth lingered just under the surface—he never felt like your brother. not really.

your dad and his mom were head over heels in love, and tried so hard to make you two feel like a happy little blended family. but you and taehyun? never siblings. never even close.

there were rules, of course. unspoken ones. you would both pretend. you would play along for your parents’ sake, acting like siblings when necessary. but behind closed doors, when the charade dropped, it was something different. it wasn’t family. it wasn’t hate either. it was something heavier. something that lived in stolen glances across the dinner table, in the way your fingers would brush when you passed each other in the hallway, in the too-long eye contact when no one else was watching.

you tried, at first, to ignore it. god, you tried. but some things grow wild when you starve them, and the tension between you and taehyun was one of them. it twisted and stretched over the years, thickening every time he slung his arm too casually over the couch where you sat, or when you caught him looking at you like he was memorizing every inch of your skin. you never talked about it. you never named it. but it was there, pulsing and alive, hiding just underneath the way he would call you “sis” with a smirk that never reached his eyes.

summer in your house was unbearable. not because of the heat, although the humidity clung to your skin like a second layer, heavy and suffocating. but because of him. because taehyun was always there—shirtless, loud, smug—and every corner of that damn house seemed to vibrate with the memory of your fights, your glares, your unsaid words.

if anything, you were rivals.

your personalities clashed constantly—both of you stubborn, both too sharp for your own good, both used to getting the last word. your parents called it banter. you called it warfare.

and still… there were moments. fleeting seconds when the air got too thick between you. when you brushed past each other in the hallway and his hand lingered a little too long on your waist. when you fought about the remote and he leaned in too close, the curve of his smirk brushing your cheek. when he called you princess in that mocking tone, and your stomach twisted in ways it shouldn't.

you never spoke of it. never acknowledged the heat. it simmered quietly, dangerously, waiting.

and then came that night.

you can’t sleep.

you're wearing his hoodie, one you stole from the laundry days ago, pretending it doesn’t still smell like him. you wander the dark hallway, heart thudding, feet silent on the cold floor.

it was past midnight. the house was silent, your parents long asleep. you'd been tossing in bed, craving something cold, something sweet—maybe the popsicles hidden in the freezer behind your stepmom’s meal preps. you padded barefoot into the hallway in the big hoodie and cotton panties, yawning, eyes half-closed.

and then you heard it.

a low, sharp gasp. the creak of a bed. a muffled curse.

you paused at the end of the hallway, heart stuttering.

his door was open. just a crack—but enough.

enough for you to see him.

taehyun, sprawled on his bed, shirtless, bathed in moonlight. sweat-slicked chest rising and falling. eyes half-lidded, jaw clenched, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself with slow, angry precision.

you froze.

his head tilted back, a broken sound escaping his throat.

“fuck…” he muttered, breathless. “just like that…”

your knees almost gave out.

you should’ve turned around. you should’ve walked back to your room and pretended you never saw a thing. but your body betrayed you, burning from the inside out, and your mouth moved before your brain caught up.

“you left the damn door open, idiot.”

his whole body jolted. he sat up abruptly, hand still around his cock, wild eyes meeting yours. his expression twisted in horror and frustration and—something else.

“shit!” he hissed. “what the fuck, are you spying on me?”

you stepped into the room, fire rising in your chest. “you wish. i came down for a snack, not to watch you jerk off.”

“then go back to your fucking room!” he snapped, yanking the sheet over his lap too late. his cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide, lips parted.

you didn’t move.

his jaw flexed. “get out.”

he threw the blanket off, stood, and you could see the line of his muscles, the tension coiled in his body, the fact that he was still hard.

“i said—”

“make me,” you whispered.

“always fucking arguing,” he muttered. “can’t even let me jerk off in peace.”

“you wanted me to see you.”

you folded your arms, leaning against the doorframe, deliberately not looking away.

“i won't tell you again.”

“why would i? you don’t seem to mind the audience.”

his gaze dropped to your legs, the hoodie, the way it barely covered your thighs. when he looked back up, something had shifted.

you felt it—like a snap in the air.

“you’re always running your mouth,” he said quietly, rising from the bed without breaking eye contact. “acting like you’re in control. like you can handle shit you don’t even understand.”

“oh, and you do?” you shot back, heat pooling between your legs. “you think jerking off in the dark makes you some kind of expert?”

he laughed. low. dangerous.

“i think it means i know exactly what i want,” he said. “and how to take it.”

you scoffed. “you wish you could take me.”

in a heartbeat, he crossed the room, chest to chest with you, body radiating heat. his breath was all over your lips, your cheeks, your throat. you refused to back down, tilting your chin defiantly.

“try me,” you whispered.

his hand caught your wrist. tight. his other hand gripped your waist.

it was too much.

too much heat. too much tension. too many years of pretending, of ignoring, of brushing past each other in narrow hallways and acting like neither of you felt the static.

taehyun was still holding you against the wall, breath ragged against your ear, fingers pressing bruises into your hips.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured, but his grip tightened.

you swallowed, breathless. “no.”

his forehead dropped against yours. his body was burning, chest rising and falling against you. he wasn’t smirking now. wasn’t playing games.

“fuck,” he muttered, like he hated himself. “i don’t—i don’t think i can stop.”

you exhaled shakily, threading your fingers into his hair.

“i don’t want you to.”

a harsh, sharp breath left him. his thumb dragged along your jaw, down your throat, over the racing pulse there.

“you—” his voice broke. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

your knees went weak. “taehyun…”

he lifted you onto the bed, lips ghosting over your collarbone, your shoulder, your jaw.

and then—softly, desperately—

“tell me you’ve thought about it too.”

your stomach tightened. you forced yourself to meet his gaze, the way his pupils were blown wide, his lips parted.

you could lie. you could keep up the game.

but you were too far gone.

“i think about you when i touch myself,” you admitted, voice raw.

taehyun let out a sharp exhale, like you had just wrecked him.

“fuck.”

his fingers dug into the sheets beside your head, body trembling as he stared down at you like he wanted to devour you whole.

his hand slid up your thigh, slow, deliberate.

“say it again,” he whispered.

your cheeks burned, but there was no going back now.

“i think about you,” you repeated, fingers gripping his shoulders, dragging him closer. “about your hands. your mouth. about how bad i want you.”

his breath stuttered. his forehead dropped to your shoulder, a soft, wrecked groan escaping him.

then he kissed you. hard.

like he was claiming you.

his fingers curled into your hair, his other hand slipping under your waistband, finding just how wet you were.

he let out a low, dangerous chuckle against your lips.

“you really have been thinking about me, huh?”

you clenched your jaw. “don’t get cocky.”

he kissed the corner of your mouth, then lower, trailing down your throat.

“don’t start what you can’t finish,” he growled.

“then shut up and finish it.”

and when his fingers dipped inside you, slow and teasing, you knew you were fucked.

he pulled back only enough to look at you—his lips red, his breathing shaky.

"i need to fuck you," he whispered, like it physically hurt to hold it in. "need to feel you lose control under me."

you clenched around nothing, nodding before your pride could get in the way.

"then do it."

and that was all it took.

his mouth was back on yours, hungry, biting, tongue fucking your lips open as his hands dragged down to tear at your shorts. you lifted your hips, eager, desperate, and he growled when he felt how wet your underwear was.

"fuck, baby," he hissed, dragging the soaked fabric down your thighs. "you’re dripping. did just confessing turn you on this much?"

"shut up," you breathed, tugging at his shirt, nails scratching up his back. "less talking, more fucking."

he smirked against your neck, then you heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper being torn open—he'd had one in his drawer. you felt his cock, hard and heavy, brush against your thigh as he rolled it on. you raised an eyebrow.

“what, you just keep those around?”

he didn’t even blink. “you live here, don’t you?”

you were breathless at that. angry and turned on and god, you hated how much you liked that answer.

“fuck you,” you whispered.

“that’s the plan.” he tore the foil open with his teeth. “you’re lucky i’m responsible,” he muttered, pressing the blunt head against your entrance.

you bit your lip, eyes fluttering.

“you’re lucky i’m letting you.”

that made him groan.

"fuck, you’re perfect."

he slid in slow, watching every inch disappear inside you like he wanted to burn the sight into memory. you gasped, legs wrapping around him, arms pulling him closer.

and when he pushed inside you, slow and thick and unforgiving, you saw stars.

he wasn’t gentle.

he wasn’t rough.

he was intense.

every thrust was a dare. every moan a power play.

you tried to take control, to ride his rhythm, to drag him under your pace—he resisted, holding your wrists down, pinning you by the hips.

"you like thinking you're in charge, huh?" he growled against your throat.

"i am in charge," you spat, pushing your hips up hard, making him stutter mid-thrust.

his eyes darkened.

"not tonight."

he fucked you deeper, harder, making your back arch off the bed, your voice rising.

"say it," he hissed. "say you want me in control."

you refused.

so he angled just right.

and that was it.

you broke.

"taehyun—fuck—yes, okay, yes, yes."

he kissed you, like he was sealing a deal.

and when you came, shaking, crying out his name, he didn’t stop. he chased his own release like a man possessed, groaning your name when he finally let go, collapsing over you, breathless and trembling.

you lay there for a long minute, tangled, sticky, ruined.

neither of you said a word.

because saying something meant admitting what had just happened.

and admitting it meant figuring out what came next.

the clink of dishes. the sound of the news playing quietly from the living room. the smell of coffee and peanut butter.

your parents were already seated at the table, sipping tea and chatting about some neighbor’s new garden.

you stood at the kitchen counter, still in pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt, trying to spread peanut butter over a stubborn piece of toast without thinking about how your thighs still ached.

taehyun walked in.

you didn’t even have to look to know. you felt him—his heat, his presence, the weight of what you'd done.

he walked right behind you, headed for the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

but as he passed, his palm landed on your ass. not hard. not loud.

just enough.

your breath hitched and you gasped, body jolting forward slightly, the knife nearly slipping from your fingers.

"everything okay, honey?" your dad asked from the table.

you blinked. blinked again.

"i—uh. almost dropped the jam," you stammered, holding up the glass jar. "it’s slippery."

your mom smiled politely and went back to her tea.

behind you, taehyun popped open the bottle of water and chuckled, quietly.

the bastard.

you turned slightly, eyes narrowed.

he just raised an eyebrow, took a sip, and leaned in close enough that only you could hear:

"you moaned so pretty last night."

your face burned.

you wanted to punch him. or fuck him again.

or both.

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psformybss · 13 hours ago

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hey, back again. btw LOVED the last one.

this request is for hidden vows (im obsessed with the series)

yn gets stormed by paparazzi and drew tells them to bakc off this happens 4 times so much that it affect yn and it just has to be stopped so they do something about maybe his team or drew personally

thanks lovely xx

Under Watchful Eyes

series masterlist

warnings: mentions of paparazzi, anxiety, mild harassment, protective behavior, emotional conversations, established relationship

an: im so glad you loved the last one, i hope you like this one too 🫶🏼

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They were supposed to be in Los Angeles for a few months, just long enough for Drew to finish shooting, maybe squeeze in some meetings. They had a plan, one that left plenty of space for beach mornings with Teddy and quiet nights on the balcony. A way to stay them in the middle of a city that demanded to be watched.

At first, it worked.

They kept to themselves, slipped in and out of coffee shops, found tucked-away restaurants no one seemed to care about.

Drew told her once, back when he first started seeing his name on billboards, that the trick was simple.

Keep walking.

Ignore it.

Let it roll off you.

The first time she got spotted alone, she remembered that.

It was a Sunday morning.

She had Teddy with her, leash in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other.

When she heard the click of the shutter, she stiffened but didn’t stop.

“Hey, Mrs. Starkey, smile for us!” a voice called.

She kept her face forward, her pace steady. Teddy, sensing her tension, stayed close to her side.

Her heart raced all the way back to their rental apartment, but she made it through.

When Drew came home that evening, she mentioned it in passing, a small shrug to brush it off.

He kissed her forehead, murmured, “You did good, baby.”

And she believed him.

For a while, she managed to shake it off.

Until it happened again.

This time she was alone, just a quick coffee run a few blocks away. She stepped out of the shop into a wall of cameras.

Two men this time, lenses flashing, voices sharp and quick.

“Where’s Drew?”

“Are you guys fighting?”

“Pregnant yet?”

The questions were personal without being cruel, but it was the way they boxed her in that made her skin crawl.

She kept moving, head down, remembering Drew’s voice in her head.

Still, when she got back to the apartment, her hands were trembling so badly she spilled the coffee across the counter.

She wiped it up before Drew got home, but the knot in her chest stayed.

It came out later over dinner.

They were eating takeout on the couch, Teddy sprawled at their feet.

“You sure you’re okay, baby?” Drew asked, nudging her with his foot.

She hesitated, poking at her food.

“I hate being watched like that,” she admitted finally.

“I can handle it once or twice, but it feels like they are… waiting for me now. Like I can’t even grab a coffee without someone watching.”

Drew set down his container, giving her his full attention.

“You don’t deserve that,” he said quietly.

“I don’t care what anyone says, being with me doesn’t mean you signed up for this shit.”

“I’m not weak,” she said, needing him to hear it.

His expression softened.

“I know you’re not. You’re the strongest person I know,” he said, leaning in.

“But strong or not, you’re still mine to protect.”

She swallowed hard at that, blinking quickly.

He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering against her cheek.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said. “Promise.”

A few days later, they went to dinner together, thinking it would be safer if they stuck close.

They were laughing about something stupid when the flashes started.

Three men, cameras up, voices rising over each other.

“Look this way, Drew!”

“Is your wife jealous of your co-stars?”

“How does she feel about all the kissing scenes?”

Drew moved fast.

One hand slid around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, shielding her from the flashes.

He said nothing at first, just leveled a look at the nearest guy that could have stopped a moving car.

“Move,” Drew said, voice low and dangerous.

There was no shouting, no scene. Just a command. And for a second, they listened.

He tucked her into the car, slamming the door closed, the sharp click cutting through the noise.

Inside, she pressed her forehead against the window, heart hammering.

Drew reached over, pulling her hand into his.

“I got you, baby,” he said quietly. “I got you.”

Her fingers curled tightly around his. She breathed in the familiar scent of him, the safety he wrapped around her so easily.

“I hate feeling like this,” she said when they were pulling out of the lot.

“Like I have to think about every step I take.”

“You should never have to,” Drew said. His voice was hard in a way it rarely was with her.

“You deserve to live your life without looking over your shoulder.”

He meant it.

Within the week, things started changing.

The paparazzi sightings slowed. Some of the more aggressive photographers disappeared entirely.

When she asked Drew about it, he only shrugged, a quiet smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Handled it,” he said simply.

What she did not know until later was that Drew had moved his team into action behind the scenes.

Threats of harassment lawsuits were sent out.

Certain agencies found themselves banned from events, their access quietly revoked.

A few meetings with local security firms had made it clear that if they wanted to keep working in this town, they would steer clear of Drew Starkey’s wife.

No statement. No drama.

Just quiet, unwavering protection.

Exactly the way she needed it.

There were still moments.

Small things.

A flash across the street.

A man pretending to scroll through his phone a little too close to where she and Teddy sat outside a coffee shop.

But the pressure had lifted.

It was not perfect, but it was livable again.

And the difference showed.

One night, they sat on the balcony, Teddy snoring at their feet, the city buzzing soft and low beyond them.

Drew leaned back in his chair, one arm draped around her shoulders.

“You’re getting your spark back,” he said, voice low against her ear.

She smiled, feeling it too. That lightness that had been missing for weeks.

“You made it possible,” she said, turning to kiss his jaw.

He caught her chin in his hand, pulling her closer.

“I would do anything for you,” he said, so simply it rooted into her bones.

“Anything.”

Teddy snorted at their feet, shifting in his sleep.

She laughed softly and tucked herself closer into Drew’s side, the city humming, the world feeling wide and open again.

Not because it was easy.

Not because it was perfect.

But because it was theirs.

And they had fought for it together.

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aanxiousangel · 1 day ago

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happy endings ༄ Portgas D Ace .MDNI. AANXIOUSANGEL ©

synopsis ༄ you saved ace that day but nearly lost yourself in the process content ༄ mentions of death, the war at marineford (pre-timeskip), mentions of kid!reader bullied, uh…semi-described smut(?),… wc ༄ 2.5k author's note ༄ this actually is another request on ao3! i love ace so much and i ended up sobbing because this sweet boy deserved to live. actually, crying over whitebeard rn too LMAO im very sensitive rn SORRY!

No one knew why you were a part of the crew. Not why Whitebeard kept you around. No one knew you were the captain’s blood daughter. His one and only. His dream come true. Well…mostly. It wasn’t all that complete once your mother had passed giving birth to you. He’d never say it, but that broke him inside. Just a little.

After he’d collected so many ‘brothers,’ you had lost track of who was who at some point. Mostly, you stuck around the fleet commanders, recognizing them with ease. Marco, Jozu, Thatch… The list goes on. Honestly, they were all pretty sensitive about your slight forgetfulness so you had resorted to calling everyone ‘bro.’

Years and years had passed when you’d met Ace. At first, you really didn’t like him. He kept trying to fight your father, attempting to kick his ass and get the jump on him.

It never worked of course.

And finally one evening, he quit. You were at Marco’s side, hand on your katana’s handle. He carried a bowl of fresh soup, still warm and steaming. And all alone, you saw it. Well, you saw him.

Ace sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, head low as he wallowed. You tensed and stayed just a few feet back as Marco walked over, setting the bowl beside him. For the first time, you heard this man’s voice low and serious.

“Tell me… Why does everyone on this ship call him Pops?”

“You don’t get it? Because he calls us ‘sons.’”

You watched Ace’s brows knit ever so slightly, staring at Marco.

“None of us have any family left. Hell, the whole world hates us.” Marco continues, still smiling, “So, it’s nice, right? I mean, I know it’s just a word… But it still feels nice.”

Ace doesn’t speak. He drops his head, clenching his teeth as he fights off tears. Marco walks over, kneeling before him. You sigh, stepping closer to the two.

“What’s the deal? Are you really gonna keep on doing this even after he spared your life? You can’t keep this up.”

Your voice is quiet and gentle, making Ace’s shoulders tense, “Hate to break it to ya, but you’re not strong enough to kill him.”

“You can either get off this ship and start over,” Marco sighs, “or you can stay here and wear the mark of Whitebeard on your back.”

From that night on, Ace changed. He was a bubbly, fiery spirit. You ended up learning more about him and becoming closer. He had this kid brother he was so insanely proud of. Luffy. He was strong and ruthless, all with a smile on his face.

Eventually, Ace was granted the title of Commander over the second division. The party and feast prepared for the night he accepted was magnificent, courtesy of Thatch and his division. Into the night, while everyone danced and drank, you got a moment alone with Ace.

“Congrats, Fire Fist,” you bump his hip with yours.

“Thanks, princess,” he chuckles, leaning back against the rail while your elbows rest on it.

“Think you can handle it?” You glance up at him, watching the way his head tilts to look at you.

“I can handle anything.” He smiles, his arms folded against his chest.

Your eyes roll, smiling as you let your eyes drift back to the sea, “Always so cocky.”

“Nah,” Ace chuckles quietly, still staring at you all googly-eyed. “Maybe I just wanna impress ya.”

“And if I told you that you do?” You prop your chin on your palm, looking over at him.

“I’d…” Ace’s cheeks grow warm, a pink hue dusting his skin. “I’d ask you out. Duh.”

“Hm, cute.”

You laugh under your breath. He was the most attractive man you’d ever seen on these seas, but that didn’t say much.

Most people you’d witnessed were old pirates and gross. You know, scurvy and whatnot. Guess they’d gotten tired of taking pride in more than their strength and egos.

The townies you met were just stuck to their islands. Families married with kids who always wanted to play with you, begging you to tell them all about your adventures. The people around your age were just scared because you were a part of the most infamous crew. Adults of the town were just as wary, not even wanting the town’s kids to look at a criminal.

And you? You wanted your own son or daughter one day. You wanted your own family just like your pops wanted all those years ago. Well, now you did anyway. You used to hate the families of the islands, their children a bunch of bullies when you’d come to town. They’d run with their tails tucked when your dad’s crew would come along, scaring them away.

“Don’t worry, kid! We’ll play whatever games ya want back on the ship!”

“Yeah, Y/N! We’re way cooler than those little brats!”

You didn’t let them know how much it actually hurt though. You were…all alone. No kids to hang out with, no mom to hold you and tell you it was okay, no sense of childhood endeavors. Just…a kid having to keep it a secret that her dad was truly her blood. Eventually, you gave up and trained with everyone else.

You trained until you couldn’t take it. Sometimes wiping you out for days at a time.

When Ace came along, you finally had someone your age. Someone who made you feel like you could breathe. Like you could be free.

That only made it so much worse when Ace left in search of Marshall D Teach. And you took it even harder when he was captured by the government and set to be executed at Marineford. But everyone banded together and your father had come through. You finally met Luffy and swore that you’d kill anyone who dared get in your way to help Ace. Luffy definitely took a liking to you for that.

Even more so when Ace was rescued rather than killed. You fought yourself into a coma before you could see his freedom though. For weeks, Ace was a wreck. Beaten and bruised, he stayed at your side, desperate for you to wake up.

After sixty-seven days, your hand twitched around his fingers, clenching. He nearly passed out from the excitement, burying his face in your stomach as he sobbed. Something in you realized it was time to finally give in to his antics. To stop teasing and dragging him along.

“I love you, Ace.”

Those were the first words you croaked, throat dry and sore.

“What?”

“I love you.”

A loud thud hit the floor, making the door burst open. Marco was right there, panic wide in his eyes. He looked at you, mouth hanging open, and then at Ace laying on the floor.

“What the fuck happened?” Marco pointed to the male groaning on the ground.

“He fainted,” you wince as you speak, reaching for the glass pitcher on the nightstand.

“You’re awake…” Marco breathes out, walking over to you.

Marco called in a nurse, getting her to check on your vitals. Meanwhile, he helped Ace back into a chair, making sure his bandages weren’t off of his healing wounds. You watched Ace, watching him rub his head. His hat… His necklace… They were gone… You didn’t like that. His signature looks stolen by the war raging on. It wasn’t even close to over.

“Is…is Luffy okay?” You ask quietly, brows pinched in worry.

“He’s okay. Little brat is more resilient than anything,” Ace smiles softly, looking over at you.

Marco grinned, “Runs in the family, huh?”

You relax, finally getting cleared by the nurse. She gave Ace a quick once over before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. You dip your toes to the floor, finding your footing. Ace got up quickly as you stood, clearing the path with two steps. His arms find their way around you, holding you close.

“My girl,” he breathes against your hair. “My pretty girl. Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again. Ya hear me?”

“I hear you,” you laugh against his chest, wrapping your arms around him weakly.

Eventually, the night falls, leaving you and Ace encased in the dark room. He cradles you almost all night, playing with the ends of your hair. You trace little patterns against his chest softly, listening to his breathing even out.

“I love you,” Ace says quietly and you hear his heartbeat speed up in his chest.

“I love you more,” you smile, moving to look at him.

The moonlight casts a soft glow across his bruised face, softening his features under the gentle light. He seems so peaceful even if only for a night. You find yourself hoping for this to last forever.

“I’m sorry…about your dad,” he brushes a strand from your face, frowning softly.

“He didn’t die in vain,” you whisper, swallowing thickly.

“He was your real dad though,” Ace murmurs, finally having learned about the bloodline.

“All those years… He taught me family is more than just blood,” your hand reaches up, brushing through his hair. “He loved us all more than anything.”

“I love you more than anything.”

His voice, quiet and timid, trembles ever so slightly. He meant it with all of his heart. Ace had nearly lost you, terrified half to death on that battlefield. Too much had already been lost in his life. You? He wasn’t letting go without all hell breaking loose.

“I want to live.”

Those words send a bone-chilling ache throughout your entire being, eyes widening.

“You mean it?”

“I do.”

“...I’ll hold you to that, you know. I won’t ever let you die.”

“Promise?”

His grin makes you roll your eyes, swatting at him softly. Ace can’t stop the laugh that slips past his lips and grabs your wrist to press a swift kiss to your palm. The kisses don’t stop, continuing along your arm until he reaches all the way to your jaw. He hesitates, breathing heavily against your jaw.

“Sweet girl,” Ace breathes out, screwing his eyes shut.

“Mhm?” You murmur, head tilted back.

“Can I kiss you?” His teeth scrape softly against your skin, desperate and fighting the urge to capture your lips without permission.

“I could never say no to you, could I?” You murmur, reaching under his chin to tilt his head.

Your lips meet, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. He straddles you, cupping your face like he couldn’t get enough. The kiss turned from something innocent and sweet to carnal and desperate. You claw at his shoulders, noises escaping you as your thighs tighten.

“Ace, please,” you mumble against his lips.

Ace grins against you, pulling away for a moment, “I’ll never get tired of your voice, you know that?”

“Don’t start being all cute,” you murmur, looking up at him.

“I can’t help it,” he pecks your lips through a laugh. “It’s just natural.”

“You’re so lame,” you grin, pulling him back to you.

Deeper into the night, he took his time with you, slow and patient. Ace pressed against you after his movements slowed, growing uneven from his rhythm. You were in tears, sweat coating the both of you when you felt something drip onto your cheek.

He hovered over you, panting. You weren’t expecting to see tears in his eyes.

“Ace? What’s wrong?” You rasp, reaching to cup his face.

“I didn’t think…” He sniffles, looking down at you, “I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to be with you. I was so scared…”

“You don’t think I’d go out so easily, huh?” You smile, wiping his tears.

“I wouldn’t let you,” he leans down, resting his forehead against yours.

What would he do without you? His pretty girl. His other half. Thinking about it was the last thing he needed at this moment. He couldn’t let your first time go to waste now, could he?

Ace pressed a kiss to your dampened skin, rolling his hips against yours. Your breath hitched at the contact. Goddamn, he loved this side of you. One that belonged to him and him alone. How could he ever let you go?

Once he graced that weak spot that blew stars behind your eyes, he repeated it over and over and over. With half-lidded eyes, he watched your reactions to keep his movements in rhythm, careful and methodical.

But at this rate, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with the way your walls were squeezing the life out of him.

“A-Ace, I-”

“I know,” he grunts, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

Your legs found their way around his hips, locking at your ankles. Your teeth sink into the flesh of his shoulder, somehow keeping you tethered to the earth. His hips stutter again with a grunt before he…

“F-fuck!” Ace buries his face into the crook of your neck, hands grasping at your plush hips.

It wasn’t immediately obvious to you, but he buried himself so deep within you that you didn’t stand a chance to avoid this new future. You blinked, panting as he collapsed on top of you.

“Did you…”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs tiredly against your skin, taking the time to catch his breath. “Promise I’ll make it up to ya.”

And you, poor thing, were so exhausted that you didn’t give a damn about any repercussions that might come of this. You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his temple before passing out.

Several years later

“Uncle Luffy!”

“Rouge!”

“Rouge! Don’t run off like that!”

Your sweet little girl giggled as her uncle snatched her up, spinning her. You shake your head, smiling at their antics. Ace stuck by your side, arm always wrapped around you as the two of you walk over to the Strawhat crew.

“She gets that from you, you know,” you nudge Ace’s side.

He grins, ruffling your hair, “Yeah, yeah, so she’s a little rebellious. You sayin’ you weren’t a troublemaker back in the day?”

“Not what I’m saying,” you roll your eyes but still can’t help the smile ghosting your lips. “I’m saying that neither of you listen.”

“Just wait,” he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “she’ll give that damn government a run for their money.”

Rouge gets all the attention from her ‘aunts and uncles,’ telling them all about your last little trip to Sphinx. You take your time, greeting everyone almost in tears. It felt far too long since the last time you saw everyone. Since you saw your family.

“Can’t believe you’re already three! You’re growing up so fast, Rouge!” Nami squished her cheek just as Sanji was bringing out a cake, decorated with pink hibiscus flowers.

“Happy birthday, Rouge!”

Ace held you from behind, chin resting atop your head. He thought back to all those years ago, to the battlefield where he nearly lost you and himself in the process. His sweet girls, safe and sound once again… He wouldn’t trade this for the world. Not now, not ever.

author's note ༄ sorry, gotta yap more rq! uh idk why i added in that tidbit about it being 'secret' you were the blood daughter of whitebeard and am now realizing that was probably dumb LMAO

dividers used: sister-lucifer. cafekitsune. anitalenia.

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sowwy but im absolutely in love with your concept of Yuu!Parent and the Yuus from the manga being siblings, so if you dont mind me i would love to share some random thoughts i have about it <333

Is just, i was thinking that the Yuu siblings after reuniting with Yuu!Parent everyone would be like extra caring because of all the time they have been separated and how Yuu!Parent would be wanting to care of their childs, but would be the Yuu siblings the one taking care and teaching Yuu!Parent everything about Twisted wonderland

And just imagine that now that they parent is in Twisted Wonderland too they would end up showing them up A LOT! But, like, they didn't even mean to bragg about their parent so much, they are just too excited

Alsoooo since Grim refuses to be treaten like the cat he is the he becomes an unoficial son >:3c

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR WRITING WORK FOR SEVERAL OF MY FAVORITE FANDOMS😍. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR IDEAS.

They mean this work here

And yes! Totally! I already have this mental image that when a new sibling arrived in Twisted Wonderland, the other previous Yuus would stick to them like glue (either worried about how to adapt the new Yuu to this world, knowing why specific family members kept appearing, if their mom/dad was okay, if they were looking for them in their world, etc.), so when Yuu! Parent enters the mix, the kids stick to him like ticks.

Yuu!Parent is so confused about so many things in the world of Twisted Wonderland. What do you mean the coin is different? What is Magicam? WHY IS THERE A TALKING CAT WITH FIRE EARS IN THE HOUSE?!

Yuu!Parent is definitely scared of several things at first (Lilia tried to greet them in her typical head-first way and got hit in the face with a frying pan). As much as Yuu!Parent wants to protect their children now that they has them within reach again, they'll have to accept that they's not even qualified to be in that world. They do, they have the experience, so the children will have to guide them little by little.

The first thing Yuu!Parent becomes familiar with is money, laws, etc. Things to be able to be a "normal" citizen within TWST, and at least give their children a hand in academics. Speaking of which, the Yuus can't stop talking about their parent, so much so that it's almost exhausting, whether it's about how the dormitory has never been cleaner, or when one of them gets a good grade after a study session with Yuu!Parent, or bringing homemade bento boxes to the cafeteria that Yuu!Parent clearly made. They're just so happy to have a sense of normalcy back.

Grim definitely scared Yuu!Parent a lot the first time. Afterward, they thought he was a house cat (much to his outrage), and now he's officially getting the son treatment—no more tuna after 11, he must be in bed before 12, he must wear a sweater in the winter to avoid catching a cold, and in return, he'll get their homemade food. Grim may act tough, but he loves the attention and cuddles.

Yuuken still tries to be the man of the house, but he's relaxed considerably, on the one hand, not being as strict with himself, and on the other hand, being much more protective of Yuu!Parent due to the context. This is an even more dangerous world than the ones they come from. Not only that, but Yuu!Parent has no idea where they stand, so Yuuken is quite vigilant in case anyone tries to take advantage of that.

Yuuka, similar to Yuuken, relaxes considerably when Yuu!Parent is around; it's almost like a switch. When Yuu!Parent isn't around, she reverts to her almost intimidating self, but it's never like that when her parent is around for some reason. She definitely tries to help with errands and teaches Yuu!Parent a few things about TWST culture.

Yuuta is so happy to be cooking with Yuu!Parent again after so many months of heartache that the first time they do it while in TWST, they probably both cry, simply overwhelmed by the joy of being together again. Yuuta probably tells Yuu!Parent about several of the adventures they had (with Yuuna), even if he tries to leave out the scariest details so as not to scare Yuu!Parent shitless (or make them kill Crowley too soon...).

Yuuna bursts into tears as soon as she sees Yuu!Parent at NRC. She's so happy to see them, but on the other hand, she feels it's unfair that whatever brought them to TWST also stole her parent, but she's quickly comforted by Yuu!Parent. They usually spend their time wandering around NRC/Twisted Wonderland in general, shopping for clothes, trying food, practicing tricks with Grim, and trying to catch up on their lives.

When they first arrived at Twisted Wonderland, the shabby dorm had never felt so homey, even after all the siblings arrived, but now it does, filled with laughter, jokes, and noise. NOW IT'S A HOME.

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OH POR DIOS AMO TUS TRABAJOS DE ESCRITURA DE VARIOS DE MIS FANDOMS FAVORITOS MUCHAS GRACIAS POR TUS IDEAS

¡Y si! ¡Totalmente! De por si tengo esta imagen mental de que cuando llegaba un nuevo hermano a Twisted Wonderland, los otros Yuus anteriores se le pegaban como pegamento (ya sea preocupados sobre cómo adaptar al nuevo Yuu a este mundo, saber porque seguían apareciendo miembros de su familia en específico, si su mama/papa estaba bien, si los estaban buscando en su mundo, etc.), por lo que cuando llega Yuu! Parent a la mezcla, los niños se le pegan como garrapatas.

Yuu!Parent esta tan confundido sobre tantas cosas del mundo de Twisted Wonderland ¿Cómo que la moneda es diferente? ¿Qué es Magicam? ¡¿PORQUE HAY UN GATO CON OREJAS DE FUEGO QUE HABLA EN LA CASA?!

Definitivamente Yuu!Parent se asusta de varias cosas al principio (Lilia quiso ir a saludarlos de su forma típica, de cabeza, y recibió un golpe de sarten en toda la cara), por más que Yuu!Parent quiera proteger a sus hijos ahora que los vuelve a tener al alcance, tendrá que aceptar que no está capacitado para siquiera estar en ese mundo, ellos si, tienen la experiencia, por lo que los niños tendrán que guiarle de poquito a poquito.

El primer aspecto con el que Yuu!Parent se hace familiar es con el dinero, las leyes, etc. Cosas para poder ser un ciudadano “normal” dentro de TWST, y por lo menos darle una mano a sus hijos en aspectos académicos. Hablando de eso, los Yuus no dejan de hablar de su padre/madre, tanto que es casi agotador, ya sea de como el dormitorio nunca había estado tan limpio, o cuando uno de ellos saca una buena nota después de una sesión de estudio con Yuu!Parent, o trayendo a la cafetería bentos caseros que claramente Yuu!Parent hizo. Simplemente están tan felices de volver a tener un sentido de normalidad.

Grim definitivamente asusto mucho la primera vez a Yuu!Parent. Después pensaron que era un gato doméstico (para su indignación), y ahora oficialmente está recibiendo el tratamiento de hijo, ósea, no mas atún después de las 11, debe estar en su cama antes de las 12, debe ponerse un suéter en temporada de invierno para no resfriarse, y a cambio recibirá su comida casera. Grim actuara rudo, pero ama la atención y los mimos.

Yuuken sigue tratando de ser el hombre de la casa, pero se ha relajado considerablemente en un extremo, no siendo tan estricto consigo mismo, y por otro lado siendo mucho mas protector con Yuu!Parent debido al contexto. Este es un mundo aun mas peligroso del que vienen, no solo eso, sino que Yuu!Parent no tiene idea de donde están parados, por lo que Yuuken es bastante atento en caso de que alguien intente aprovecharse de eso.

Yuuka, de forma similar a Yuuken, se relaja considerablemente cuando Yuu!Parent esta cerca, es casi como un interruptor, cuando Yuu!Parent no esta, vuelve a su yo casi intimidante, pero nunca es asi cuando su padre/madre esta cerca por alguna razón. Definitivamente quien trata de ayudar con los mandados y le enseña a Yuu!Parent algunas cosas de la cultura de TWST.

Yuuta esta tan feliz de volver a cocinar con Yuu!Parent después de tantos meses de angustia, que probablemente la primera vez que lo hacen estando en TWST ambos lloran, simplemente muy abrumados por la felicidad de estar todos juntos otra vez. Yuuta probablemente le cuenta a Yuu!Parent varias de las aventuras que tuvieron (junto a Yuuna), aun si trata de quitar los detalles mas aterradores para no espantar a Yuu!Parent (o hacer que mate a Crowley tan pronto…).

Yuuna directamente llora en cuanto ve a Yuu!Parent en NRC, esta tan feliz de verle, pero por otra parte siente que es injusto que lo que sea que los haya traído a TWST también haya robado a su padre/madre, pero es consolada rápidamente por Yuu!Parent. Suelen pasar el tiempo paseándose por NRC/Twisted Wonderland en general, comprando ropa, probando comida, practicando trucos con Grim y tratando de ponerse al día con sus vidas.

Cuando llegaron a Twisted Wonderland, el dormitorio destartalado nunca se había sentido tan hogareño, incluso cuando legaron todos los hermanos, pero ahora sí, lleno de risas, chistes, ruido. AHORA SI es un hogar.

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to the moon [2] | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: bumping into seunghyun unexpectedly yet again leads to a night under the stars. ・❥・word count: 1.5k ・❥・warnings: none ・❥・ authors note: this kinda sucks and i didn’t proofread bc im tired but hopefully you enjoy 😭 im sorry part two took so long.

PART ONE

Why aren’t astronauts hungry when they get to space? They had a big launch.

The flash of your screen lighting up caught your attention, making you pause the words you were typing up on your computer. An almost giddy feeling filled you, knowing immediately who the text was from. Work could wait; this was more important. You slid your finger across the screen to unlock your phone, grinning like a cheshire cat when you read the text. The giggle that burst from your lips should’ve been embarrassing but you didn’t care. You loved corny jokes – you’d especially come to love corny space jokes from Seunghyun.

It had only been a week since you had met him in the bar but he had made sure to text you every single day. It had first started out with just one or two texts but it got to the middle of the week and you found yourselves texting each other almost all day long. He’d tell you some space facts, some corny jokes and tell you what was going on with his space mission. He always seemed so passionate about it. The way he talked about stars and space was so endearing.

Quickly, your fingers tapped along the screen typing up a reply. Knowing Seunghyun, if he wasn’t busy, he’d reply straight away. You’d done enough work for the day – it was mostly catching up with assignments you’d set yourself. Being an author meant that you could at least pick and choose when you worked. As long as you met your publisher’s deadline then you were fine.

Shutting your laptop, you leaned back on the couch, stretching your arms above your head. You could really go for some chocolate ice cream right now. But, you remembered that you’d ran out last week when you had a breakdown over your latest novel, deciding to stuff your face with ice cream to eat away your feelings.

It seemed like a visit to the grocery store was in order.

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Being at the grocery store at 9pm on an evening felt weird. The aisles were mostly empty, only a few cashiers on the registers eagerly waiting for their shifts to end. The buzz of the refrigerators filled your ears as you walked down the frozen food aisle. There were only a couple of other people in the store. Most of them probably needing some last minute items like you or on their way to get their drinks for the weekend. It was a Friday night after all.

Reaching the freezer where your favourite ice cream was, you pulled it up but just as you were about to grab a tub – the last one, actually – another hot shot out too, brushing against yours to grab it.

“Hey,” you huffed. With blazing eyes you turned to give the person a telling off before you saw who it was. “Seunghyun?”

“Y/N?” His face lit up instantly. “Fan of the chocolate ice cream, too, huh?”

“Yep and I’m sorry but this is mine.”

“Says who? We both grabbed it at the same time.”

“Yeah, but I opened the freezer door so by default, I was first.”

“That's how it works?” His lips turned up in a smirk, both your hands still holding the tub.

“Yeah, so, let go of it,” you tried to sound stern but it wasn’t hard to notice the small giggle you were holding back.

“Alright, you little ice cream goblin, how about we share?” Seunghyun suggested. “We can go outside right now and dig in. Only catch is you have to hang out with me to do it.”

“Oh no, how will I ever survive?” You sarcastically rolled your eyes. Truth was, you were elated to spend time with him. Through all the days you’d been texting, you’d wanted to ask him if he wanted to hang out but could never get the guts to do it. He was busy, you hadn’t wanted to interrupt that but by the way he was smiling, fingers twitching against yours, he seemed just as eager.

“You’re a brat,” he laughed. Before you could even react, he snatched the ice cream from you, running to the cashier with you chasing after him.

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Before you had met Seunghyun, you hadn’t appreciated just how beautiful the stars were but now as you sat here on the hood of your car with him beside you sharing the chocolate ice cream he’d bought, you couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty. They way they dazzled in the night sky, how some seemed to shine brighter than others. You’d have to ask the space nerd why that happened. Space had never interested you before but now you found your thoughts constantly drifting to wonder what actually went on in the universe. What other secrets did the stars hold?

You dug the plastic spoon into the half eaten tub of ice cream, savouring the flavour as you put it into your mouth. Seunghyun beside you had momentarily gone quiet after a rant about Star Trek. The second you had told him you’d never watched it, he launched into telling you all the lore. You had just sat there, listening, nodding when needed. Seeing his little face light up as he spoke about these characters made your heart beat a little faster. That all too familiar feeling of butterflies threatening to come to life in the pit of your stomach.

“So, I have to admit something,” you said once you’d swallowed down the ice cream. “I googled you.”

Seunghyun stiffened. “What? Why?”

“I saw an article about the DearMoon project and it said you were a Korean celebrity which you never told me by the way so… I got curious,” you glanced sideways at him, noticing how he had visibly tensed, his hand clutching at the spoon in his hand.

“Oh.” That was all he said. The way he refused to look at you made your heart ache. In Seunghyun’s mind, he thought now that you knew who he was and his past, you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. His mind was his biggest enemy, always telling him he wasn’t good enough. He couldn’t be further from the truth.

Carefully, as if you were approaching a scared animal, you placed your hand on top of his that was resting on the hood. Your voice was soft as you spoke. “It doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t change anything. Your past is your past and, from what I saw, you were treated incredibly unfairly anyway. I don’t care about any of it. To me, you’re that nerd from the bar who texts me awful space jokes everyday.”

Seunghyun let out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding. His body relaxing at your soothing words. Well, almost. Maybe he was panicking inside a little bit at the fact your were basically holding his hand but that was a problem for future Seunghyun to deal with. “Thank you.”

“Now, show me another one of those constellations,” you smiled at him, giving his hand a soft squeeze but not letting go. Not just yet. The contact was nice. You leaned back against the window of your car, Seunghyun following suit. He raised his free hand, finger pointing out one of the constellations.

“See those three star in a row? That’s Orion’s belt,” his eyes gazed up at the night sky to admire the beauty of the stars. It was calming. Especially being here with you.

“Oh yeah, I see it,” you said, raising your own hand to trace the stars with your own finger. “That’s pretty cool.”

The ice cream had been forgotten about as Seunghyun pointed out another constellation, telling you all about it. You listened intently, hands still joined. It wasn’t until his phone started buzzing that both of you were brought out of your stargazing haze. He frowned as he looked at the text telling him they needed him at the training complex. With a heavy sigh, he jumped off the hood, holding his hand out to help you down.

“I gotta go.”

“I know.”

The silence settled between you. It was evident to anyone that neither of you wanted to leave each other. Seunghyun was stalling, trying to soak up as much time with you as he could. You were about to open your mouth to speak when he beat you to it. “Hey, a couple of us are going to check out that fair in town so… if you want to come… with me, that’d be cool.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You rushed the words out. It should’ve been embarrassing how eager you sounded but the radiant smile on Seunghyun’s made it impossible to.

“Cool, cool. Meet you there at 7 tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

Seunghyun said his goodbye and left you alone with your thoughts. At first his had just been a friendship but now, you could see the small fragments of something else seeping through the cracks. It was just a matter if you wanted to lose yourself in those feelings or keep it strictly friendly.

Regardless, you couldn’t help but be excited to see Seunghyun again tomorrow. Maybe you’d have to come prepared with some corny space jokes of your own just for him.

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mugiwara-rosewolf · 2 days ago

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HELLO! im your new follower, Can you make headcanons where Luffy's big sister,with Ace, Luffy and Saboy grow up together in the same place???? By the way, Ace is loving(romantically)us.

HELLO!! Absolutely, that sounds like a wonderful idea!

(To be honest, I’ve been working on a long-fic outside of tumblr with a similar premise. So needless to say, when I saw your request, I got *very* excited)

Hope you enjoy!

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Family of Four

Portgas D Ace x F!Reader (ASL + 1)

Family Dynamic:

Luffy’s big sister Y/N was always the older, more responsible one in the group.

While Luffy was energetic and carefree, Y/N kept a careful eye on her little brother, making sure he didn’t get into too much trouble.

She was the one who bandaged his scraped knees after his wild adventures, and Luffy always admired her for it.

Ace’s Protective Nature:

Ace’s feelings for Y/N developed slowly but surely as they spent more time together.

At first, he was protective of her like he was with Luffy, but as they grew older, he realized he cared for her in a different way.

Ace often took every chance he could to be close to her, whether it was helping her out when she was overwhelmed or simply sharing quiet moments watching the sunset together.

He would sometimes catch himself getting flustered around her, especially when she smiled at him.

Luffy’s Bluntness:

Luffy, as usual, is oblivious to the feelings between Ace and Y/N.

He’s just happy that his sister is always there to look after him, and he loves seeing Ace around because it means more people to enjoy food and adventures with.

One of his favorite things to do was drag everyone into his latest schemes, even if it meant putting Ace and Y/N in awkward situations together.

He might even jokingly tease Ace about his “secret crush” on Y/N, though Ace would always deny it, blushing furiously.

Sabo’s Quiet Support:

Sabo, being the more observant and level-headed one, notices the growing closeness between Ace and Y/N.

He’s quietly supportive of their budding romance, but he also knows when to step in to give them space.

He’d always be the one to provide a listening ear when either of them had issues with the other, offering advice or just a distraction with some playful banter.

He always had Y/N’s back, whether it was against the rowdy boys or simply encouraging her to follow her heart.

Sibling Bonds:

Growing up in a rougher environment, the bond between the four of them was tight.

They were each other’s family, and even when things got tough, they stuck together.

Y/N was the glue that held everyone together.

When the group faced tough times, like being chased by bounty hunters or navigating dangerous situations, she was the one who kept everyone calm and made decisions.

Ace would sometimes sneak glances at her as she took charge, admiring her strength and leadership.

Ace’s Romantic Gestures:

Ace’s feelings for Y/N were subtle at first.

He would give her small gifts, like flowers or trinkets he found on his travels, and sometimes he would surprise her with her favorite food.

Despite his usual laid-back demeanor, when it came to Y/N, he was incredibly thoughtful.

He’d even try to get Luffy to distract her so he could prepare little surprises for her, though Luffy always spoiled the surprise by being too excited and blurting everything out.

Y/N’s Conflicted Heart:

Y/N, while caring deeply for Ace, was always unsure about her own feelings.

She was aware of Ace’s affection for her but didn’t want to jeopardize their close-knit family bond.

She was worried that if they pursued a romantic relationship, it might complicate everything.

But as time went on, she couldn’t ignore the flutter in her chest when Ace smiled at her or when he supported her in ways no one else did.

Still, she kept her feelings hidden, not wanting to be the one to change the dynamics of their group.

Luffy’s Unintentional Matchmaking:

As always, Luffy’s obliviousness to romance was a blessing and a curse.

He unintentionally became a matchmaker for Ace and Y/N, dragging the two of them into situations where they’d have to confront their feelings.

Whether it was setting up an impromptu “date” where the three boys went on a ridiculous adventure so Y/N and Ace could talk alone or teasing them about their closeness, Luffy’s carefree nature brought them together even if they weren’t ready.

Family Adventure Time:

The four of them would often go on spontaneous adventures, exploring islands and taking on challenges together.

Y/N would act as the navigator while Ace, Sabo, and Luffy would bring their strengths to the group.

These adventures would strengthen their bond, and it was during these trips that Ace’s romantic feelings for Y/N became more evident.

There were quiet moments, just the two of them under the stars, where Ace would finally open up to Y/N, asking her to join him in a life full of adventure and love.

Happy Ending:

Eventually, after many adventures, Y/N begins to reciprocate Ace’s feelings.

They finally have a heart-to-heart conversation, where Ace admits how much he loves her.

Y/N, though nervous, admits that she’s always had a special place in her heart for him, but she was afraid of changing things.

With a kiss under the moonlight, the two of them take the first step toward a deeper relationship, while Luffy and Sabo cheer them on in their own goofy, supportive way.

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riddikulusravenclawbelle · 3 days ago

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plot - Belle makes it home after a devastatingly good party—only to get a late-night visitor she wasn’t expecting.

tropes - enemies to lovers, angst, and kook x pogue

wc - 4.5k

warnings - blood, car accident, & curse words.

final notes - if you've read all the parts of the 'ruin me gently' and made it this far-you're going to LOVE the ending icon. im not even gonna lie i listened to sports car by tate mcrae and it possessed me to write this chapter. enjoy love! <3

Belle just stood there.

Rafe had left her — vulnerable and alone — like none of it mattered.

After everything that had just happened. The echo of his footsteps long gone beneath the pulse of party music. The cold creeped in slowly, wind brushed her damp cheeks, making her close her eyes and take a breath.

He didn’t even look back.

Not once.

A door opened behind her, then shut. Soft footsteps padded through the grass, crunching twigs and crushed beer cans.

“Belle?” Sarah’s voice, gentle but cautious. “You okay?”

Belle didn’t answer.

Sarah stepped into view, arms crossed over herself like she wasn’t sure what kind of storm she was walking into. “C’mon,” she said finally, in a lighter tone. “Let’s get out of here.” She held her hand out to guide Belle through the party.

The car ride was quiet. Sarah didn’t push, didn’t ask, just let the music play low on the speakers. Belle stared out the window, eyes glazed, nails digging crescents into her bare skin.

He hadn’t looked back.

I always end up holding the weight of him, she thought, while he walked away like none of it meant anything.

By the time Sarah pulled into the Maybank’s driveway, Belle was already a mess—a barely contained one.

“You’re sure you're okay? You can always talk to me, Belle. You know this.” Sarah said, looking at Belle with emphatic eyes.

“I know. Thanks, it was fun, for the most part.” Belle hugged Sarah and got out.

As soon as Sarah’s car was out of sight, something broke inside her like a dam.

She let out a guttural, frustrated sound—part sob, part scream—and grabbed the first thing she saw: an empty flower pot by the porch. It shattered against the wall in an explosion of clay.

The porch light flipped on with a sharp click.

JJ burst through the door, shirt wrinkled, hair sticking up. His voice cut through the night.

“Belle?! What the hell—”

Then he saw her.

She grabbed a lawn chair, and threw it as far as she could.

“Belle!” JJ exclaimed.

Then she stopped—just for a moment—like she’d run out of steam.

Her makeup melted down her face, mascara streaking. Her hair was a mess, and she was practically dry heaving.

Without hesitation, JJ crossed the yard in three big steps and wrapped her up in a hug so tight she nearly collapsed into him.

He didn’t ask questions.

Didn’t scold her.

Just held her.

“I got you, B,” he murmured, voice rough in her hair. “I got you, alright?”

Her fists clung to his hoodie like a lifeline, covered in splashes of mud, and for once, she let herself fall apart. She just wanted to stay there, sobbing in her big brother’s arms forever.

It was the first time she let out an emotion in a while.

Ruthie and Olivia belittling her, the Kooks at the beach, the guy coming onto her and Rafe.

Rafe fucking Cameron.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

JJ just kept repeating “I've got you, you’re okay.” and “It’s me, JJ. You’re safe, B.”

They sank to the porch together, JJ sitting back against the railing with her crumpled in his lap like she was six years old again after scraping her knees.

But this time, the cuts were invisible—and healing them would take a hell of a lot longer.

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Belle laid in bed, hair still damp from the shower, her body wrapped in the comfort of one of JJ’s old shirts. Her limbs felt heavy, sore. The room was dim, lit only by the warm glow of her salt lamp. The low hum of the ceiling fan filled the silence.

A soft knock, then the door cracked open.

“Hey, you okay?” JJ asked gently.

People thought he was just a goofball, but when it mattered, he was the best big brother she could ask for.

“Yeah,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I’m okay.”

He poked his head in just enough for her to see the worry in his eyes, even behind the soft grin. “You scared the hell outta me, B.”

“I know,” she said, managing a small smile. “I’m so sorry, Jayj.”

“Don’t be.” He paused, tapping his fingers once on the doorframe. “I’m here. Whatever it is, whenever it is.”

“Thanks. I just think…” She trailed off, all the feelings from the past few weeks rushing back.

JJ sensed it. “You don’t have to tell me now. Just get some sleep, yeah?”

She nodded.

“Good, ‘cause you look like shit,” he teased.

She cracked a smile. “Love you too.”

The room was quiet again.

She laid her head down just as her phone lit up.

Unknown number: Are you okay?

Belle: Who’s this?

Rafe: it’s rafe. got tired of dming on insta. just wanted to check if you're good.

She stared at the screen, breath catching.

A thousand replies surged to the surface—some angry, some aching, some desperate for more.

Belle: Why didn’t you say something?

Deleted it.

Belle: You left me.

Deleted that, too.

She didn’t type again.

Rafe moved through the Maybanks’ yard, guided only by the glow of his phone flashlight.

He’d been a few houses down, watching for thirty minutes. Waiting for a reply for ten.

The broken flower pot caught his eye immediately—shattered pieces scattered like a warning. Then, the bent lawn chair.

Something had happened.

He couldn’t tell which window was hers, so he knocked on the one closest to the back of the house and hoped.

Belle heard it—a soft thud against the glass. It wasn’t a cop. Wasn’t JJ.

It was careful.

Her breath hitched.

Rafe.

Standing by her window, hands shoved in his hoodie like he didn’t know what to do with them. He looked up, locking eyes with her like he’d felt her watching.

He mouthed, Are you okay?

She was so tired she almost didn’t answer. Just stared.

He was always so terribly handsome.

Rafe exhaled like it hurt and began to turn away, ready to respect her silence even if it gutted him.

Belle opened the window.

Just a crack.

He looked up again.

“…Why are you here?” she whispered, brushing her hair from her face as the wind whipped it around.

Rafe stepped closer, voice low. “Because you didn’t answer.”

Belle bit the inside of her cheek. “Maybe I didn’t want to.”

“I figured.” His jaw tensed. “But I had to make sure.”

Silence stretched, broken only by crickets and frogs near the lake.

“I saw the pot,” he added softly. “I know what it looks like when you’ve hit your limit. We’re the same that way.”

She swallowed hard.

“No kidding,” she whispered.

She should’ve shut the window. Told him to leave. Told him he made her feel like nothing.

Instead, she sighed and opened it wider. “Come in.”

He didn’t hesitate. His shoes barely made a sound on the wood floor.

Belle rubbed her arms. “You always show up like this? Middle of the night?”

“Only when I can’t sleep,” he said, voice rough. “Only when I’m worried.”

That cracked something in her.

“You okay?” he asked, finally meeting her eyes. No smugness, no front. Just genuine concern.

“I’m fine,” she said too fast.

“You’re lying.”

She looked away. “I just… didn’t expect it. That guy. The way he—” She clenched her jaw. “I hate that I froze. I always think I’ll say the right thing, push back, but—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not your fault he was a dick.”

She looked up. “Why’d you do it?”

“I already told you. Didn’t like the way he touched you.” He shrugged, like it meant nothing.

But his eyes dropped to the floor. “I don’t like the idea of anyone hurting you. Even if you hate me. Even if I’m the last person you’d run to.”

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

His voice softened, hesitant. “I don’t know how not to care about you, Belle Maybank.”

Her hand reached out on instinct, brushing the sleeve of his hoodie.

“You didn’t have to come here.”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to.”

The silence between them felt different now—warm. Charged.

Her eyes met his. “You gonna get me in trouble for sneaking you in?”

Rafe smirked. “You ask a lot of questions.” Then added with a low chuckle, “Pretty sure that ship sailed.”

The moment softened—but neither moved.

No kiss.

No hug.

Just quiet. And everything unsaid screaming in the air.

Rafe stood inches away. Close enough to feel everything—breath, heat, tension. His gaze flicked to her lips.

She didn’t pull away.

Her hand still rested on his sleeve. His reached up, slow and unsure, brushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear.

“Belle…” he whispered, her name a tether.

Her breath caught. “Yes?”

She felt his breath on her mouth. If he leaned in, just an inch—

Knock knock knock.

They froze.

Belle’s eyes widened.

“Hey, B?” JJ’s voice, muffled but close. “You still awake? I brought you some tea—don’t ask, I’m trying to be wholesome or whatever.”

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

Rafe looked at the window, then at her.

“Go,” she said.

He didn’t argue. Moved fast and quiet, crouching low beneath the window.

Belle yanked the covers up, tossed on an oversized sweatshirt, just as JJ cracked the door.

He blinked. “You look like you just committed a crime.”

“I was literally sleeping,” she rasped, voice scratchy.

He handed her a chipped mug. “Just trying to be nice. I know tonight sucked.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, shoulders dropping.

JJ lingered, glanced toward the open window.

“Window?”

“I needed air.” The lie was easy.

“Right. Just don’t forget to close it. We don’t live in a Disney movie.”

She followed him to the door, shut it once he walked off.

“Drink the damn tea,” he called out.

Belle counted to ten before going to the window.

Rafe crouched beneath it, waiting. Like this wasn’t his first time sneaking around.

“Nice save.”

Belle rolled her eyes but smiled. “I hate you.”

He smirked, warm and dark. “We both know that’s not true.”

She leaned her arms on the sill, watching him fade into the night.

And even though they hadn’t kissed, her heart raced like they had.

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The air is electric—engines revving, headlights slicing through the crowd as dusk settles over the Outer Banks. It's a secret event, only spread by word of mouth, where Kooks and Pogues come to prove something. Pride. Power. Recklessness.

Belle arrived with the pogues, in her jeans and a tank top, with a bandana. She’s eager to see how tonight goes.

John B was racing with an extremely old Ford Mustang he inherited from Big John.

“Dude that thing is so old it sat next to Jesus in third grade.” JJ joked. “Look it’s beat up dude.” JJ pointed at a dent on the hood.

“It’s got character!” John B defended.

JJ was confident he’d win, with his Nissan 350Z that he claimed ‘works fine after pope modded it.’ It did not sound fine though.

“Your exhaust sounds like a dying cat!” Kelce yelled.

“At least my tires don’t look like I stole them off a shopping cart!” JJ quipped back.

Just then, Belle spots Rafe from across the meet. He’s leaning on the hood of his chosen car, a black BMW M4 competition. It was tinted out, sleek looking, and blacked out around the rims. The license plate said “KOOKK1NG.”

Rafe looks at her, meeting her eyes. He smirks at her, most likely reflecting at the events from last night. She smiles back, then looks away.

“What was that?” Cleo asked.

“Hmm? Oh nothing.”

“Rafe just smiled at you.”

Belle ignored the last statement, and conveniently she was saved by the announcer’s voice.

“All drivers need to line up in five minutes.”

Belle and Sarah grabbed the essentials–snacks, a couple beers.

Olivia stood flanked by Ruthie and a few other Kook girls, all in cropped tops and lip gloss, looking like they were dressed for a photoshoot instead of a dirt-and-oil-fueled car meet.

“Didn’t know this was a Pogue party,” Ruthie sneered, eyeing Belle up and down.

“Didn’t know you got invited,” Sarah snapped back, unbothered.

Belle smirked looking down, but Olivia’s eyes narrowed before flicking over Belle’s shoulder—to where Rafe was still watching.

Her gaze sharpened. She leaned in with a fake laugh, brushing imaginary lint off Belle’s shoulder. “Careful who you look at, babe. Kooks bite.”

Belle’s smile didn’t fade, but her eyes darkened just enough for Olivia to catch it. In reality her stomach had tightened. The air between them crackled.

“Come on,” Sarah said, oblivious to the undercurrent, tugging Belle’s arm. “Let’s grab a spot before the engines start.”

Before she could say anything back, the announcer cut in again. “Racers, final call to the line! You miss your mark, you’re out!”

But she felt it—his stare, hot on her skin like sunburn.

And when she finally sat down with the others, cracking open a beer, she couldn't help but glance through the crowd.

Rafe was no longer looking at Belle, he was looking at Olivia.

And he wasn’t happy.

The last of the daylight faded as the drivers rolled up to the dirt strip-turned-raceway. Engines beasts, headlights flashing across the gathered crowd.

John B revved the Mustang, the old engine sputtering in protest. He slapped the dashboard with a grin. “She’s got one more good run in her.”

JJ pulled up beside him, window down, a matching bandana tied around his head like a pirate. “Let’s hope she doesn’t need a walker by the finish line.”

John B flipped him off with a laugh.

Further down the lineup, Rafe slid into his BMW, calm as ever. The black M4 purred under his touch, the lights from the crowd bouncing off its polished paint like water. His jaw clenched as he looked ahead—but every so often, his eyes drifted toward Belle.

She was sitting on the hood of the Twinkie with Sarah, Kie, and Cleo, drink in hand, pretending not to notice.

Pretending.

“Yo Rafe,” Topper shouted, leaning against his own souped-up Jeep Wrangler with aftermarket tires. “You better not blow out that overpriced toy trying to keep up.”

“Keep up?” Rafe tilted his head lazily. “I’m lapping you before you shift out of second.”

Kelce was on the sidelines hyping the race up, filming on his phone, narrating like it was the Daytona 500.

JJ looked over at Rafe’s BMW, engine popping obnoxiously. “Ready to get your ass handed to you by a Pogue?”

Rafe didn’t look at him. Just revved the engine—low, controlled, powerful.

It was a threat.

Belle held her breath.

“Ready…” A pause. “Set…”

Tires spun, engines screamed. “GO!”

Dirt flew, smoke curled. The cars launched forward like bullets from a chamber.

JJ peeled off fast, drifting wide, taunting the kooks as he surged ahead.

John B trailed close behind, visibly wrestling with the Mustang’s steering. “C’mon girl.”

Topper’s Jeep was bulkier but faster than expected, trying to muscle into second. Rafe? He didn’t start out first.

He let them go ahead.

Then shifted.

With a growl and a sudden burst of speed, the M4 surged forward like a predator, smooth and surgical. He flew past Topper, then crept on JJ’s bumper.

“Shit!” JJ shouted, slamming into a turn harder than he should’ve.

Belle jumped up from her seat on the hood of the Twinkie. “He’s gonna wipe out!”

“JJ doesn’t wipe out,” Sarah muttered, unconvinced.

JJ tried to hold it—but his back tire clipped the loose edge of a dirt mound. The car spun.

That’s when it happened.

Rafe swerved to avoid him. He cleared JJ’s mess but hit a rut—one wheel lifting just enough to lose control. The M4 slammed down hard, skidding into the side embankment.

The crowd gasped.

The announcer’s voice cracked over the mic. “We got a collision!”

Belle was already off the hood, sprinting toward the dust cloud without thinking.

“Belle!” Kiara called after her as well as Cleo and Sarah.

But Belle didn’t stop.

She had to be sure he was okay.

Rafe had kicked open the driver’s side door, dazed but somehow managed to get on his feet. He stumbled out, wiping blood from a cut just above his brow.

Belle crashed into him before all the smoke cleared, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of him, blood trickling down his face.

“Jesus, Rafe!”

He blinked, startled. “You—you ran out here?”

“You think I’m gonna just sit back and watch you crash?”

They stared at each other. His hand found her elbow. Hers found the side of his face.

Neither of them said it.

But they both felt it.

And from behind the crowd, Sarah watched. JJ stood beside her, his arms crossed, dust in his hair, eyes narrowed.

“Did she just—” “Yeah.” Neither of them said the word. But they both knew what they saw.

Belle's hands were on his face before either of them could think.

“Rafe,” she whispered, brushing away dirt and blood with her thumbs. “You okay?”

He winced, but it wasn’t from the cut. “You shouldn’t have run out here.” He looked away from her, wondering if Sarah or JJ had noticed yet.

They had.

“You shouldn’t have crashed.”

They were so close now. His breath mixed with hers, hearts racing, adrenaline pumping, jaw clenched like he was holding something back. His hand lingered on her waist, grounding himself. Her fingertips grazed his temple. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“I thought you—” she started, but the sound of heels clicking against gravel cut through the air like a blade.

Olivia appeared from the dust, slow-clapping, her heels clicking like a timer counting down to something bigger. Her voice was sugary sweet with venom as she crooned, “Wow, what a rescue mission.”

Belle froze.

Olivia walked past Belle, ignoring her entirely now as she walked up to Rafe. “Poor baby,” she cooed, reaching out to touch his face. “You really let some trash distract you, huh?”

Rafe’s hand shot up—not to take hers, but to shove her wrist away.

Olivia blinked, stunned.

“B, let’s go.” JJ said, yanking Belle’s arm. Hard.

She hesitated, eyes flicking to Rafe one more time. He was watching her again—like he’d only ever been watching her.

Nothing else in that moment mattered.

Not the cut above his eyebrow.

Not his bloody lip.

Just the look in his eyes.

"What the hell was that?!" JJ snapped, fury in his voice.

Belle blinked, dust still clinging to her lashes. Her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps.

“He crashed, JJ!” she finally shouted.

"Since when do you care about Kooks?" His words, sharp and accusatory like daggers.

"I don’t!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "But someone got hurt, am I not allowed to check on them?"

"Not if that someone is Rafe. Not him, Belle, never him."

"Fine!" Belle snapped back, the hurt of it all crashing into her chest.

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Belle needed a breather, from JJ being irritated with her for helping Rafe.

And so she found herself out on a path near the beach, walking and trying to clear her head. It’s the kind of solitude she needs after the tension with JJ and the growing emotional pull toward Rafe.

He was a kook to JJ but so much more than that to her.

“Belle?” She looks up at the outside bar to see Rafe and some random kooks she can’t remember the names of.

“Yeah?” She replies, drained of energy. She can’t handle any more confrontation today. She needs comfort, and the provider? The salt air, the crashing waves, and the view of a late night summer on the beach.

“What’re you doing? It’s 9 PM.” His tone teasing, but deep down he was concerned.

“Going on a walk.” She half smiled. And glanced back toward her path, then back to Rafe.

He needs to go with her. He doesn’t know what pulls him in that moment but he turned to his friends, still chatting away about the race. “Hey, I’ll uh, be back in a few.” They nod, clearly too tipsy to care.

He fell into step beside her as she kept walking, the rhythm of their footsteps syncing almost naturally. The air felt different with him near, and despite the cool breeze, Belle felt warm. It wasn’t just the moonlight or the soft sound of the waves lapping against the shore—there was something else, something that had been building between them for days.

They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds the distant chatter of Rafe’s friends and the occasional creak of the dock beneath their feet. But neither of them seemed to mind. There was a strange peace in the quiet, as though they didn’t need to fill the space with words.

Eventually, Rafe broke the silence. “You know, I didn’t think I’d find you out here tonight.”

Belle glanced at him, noticing the way his gaze lingered on her, like he couldn’t quite figure her out, but was undeniably drawn to her anyway. She tried to force a light smile. “I didn’t think you’d be here either.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Yeah. Well, I’m glad I found you.”

Belle stopped walking then, her feet coming to a halt at the end of the dock where the water stretched out in front of them, dark and endless. She didn’t know why she stopped—maybe it was the weight of his words, or the way the night air suddenly felt thicker between them. She could feel the tension rising, the undeniable pull she had been fighting for so long.

Rafe stopped beside her, and for a moment, they just stood there, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable. His presence felt so close now, and she felt a strange mix of nerves and anticipation, like she was standing on the edge of something she couldn’t take back.

“So,” she started to sit down on the dock, her voice a little quieter than she intended. “How are you? After the crash, I mean.”

Rafe paused for a second, his fingers brushing against the weathered wood of the dock as he sat down beside her, his gaze distant. For a moment, it seemed like he was weighing how much of himself to reveal. He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his buzzcut, his eyes following the gentle roll of the waves in the distance.

“I’m… fine,” he said, his voice guarded, though something in his eyes gave him away. “It shook me up more than I thought it would. I’ve been through worse, but… that one stayed with me.”

Belle didn’t say anything right away, her heart heavy as she processed his words. Rafe didn’t talk about his past much—hell, he rarely let anyone in. But, something about the air tonight felt…different.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Belle said softly, she gave him an even softer look.

He glanced at her then, his eyes hazy, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, still joking like they were back in the Tannyhill kitchen. “You’d miss me?”

She swallowed, unsure of how to respond, but the words came anyway, like they were always there just beneath the surface. “Yeah. I would. More than I’m probably willing to admit.” She smiled and leaned over with her hands on the edge of the dock, bumping her shoulder into his lightly.

The energy shifted to a lighthearted moment to something more intimate.

She let her gaze drop for a second—to his mouth, to the hand resting between them on the dock, fingers just inches from hers. Her breath caught, and she didn’t even try to pretend it was from the sea breeze.

“You always walk alone at night?” he asked quietly inches away from her face, just not looking yet, breaking the silence but not the intensity.

“Only when I need to be alone.” she murmured.

“And now?” His voice was softer now, almost hesitant. He looked at her, eyes searching.

“Now I don’t want to be alone.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Belle…”

There was weight in his voice, something conflicted. She looked at him again, really looked—saw the way he was trying to hold himself back, jaw clenched like the restraint physically hurt.

Whatever he was about to say, he swallowed it. Looking straight ahead—like avoiding it might make the moment pass.—like avoiding it might make the weight of the upcoming moment disappear. The glow of the dock lights caught on the scar above his brow, from the race. Before she could second-guess it, Belle reached up and brushed the strands aside with her fingers, gently tracing the scar.

Rafe stilled.

Her fingertips lingered for a breath too long. “Does it hurt?”

“Not the scar,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered. “I just… want to be near you.”

“That’s the problem.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, exhaling like it hurt to say it. “I’m trying not to want that. But I do. All the time.”

Belle’s heart thudded. “Then don’t pretend like you don’t.”

“I’m not good for you,” he said, shaking his head. “I mess up everything I get close to.”

“You didn’t mess me up,” she said softly. “You make everything more complicated, yeah. But you also make it feel like I matter.”

He blinked at her, and something cracked. He looked at her like she was something dangerous, something sacred. His hand hovered near hers but didn’t touch it—like he was still waiting for a sign, still debating whether he was allowed to have this.

“I think about kissing you all the time,” he admitted, voice hoarse. “And then I talk myself out of it. Every. time.”

“Why?” she breathed, her voice barely audible.

“Because once I do, there’s no going back.”

Her hand moved first. Not to grab him or pull him in—but just to touch, fingers skimming the back of his hand. “Maybe I don’t want to go back.”

That’s what broke him.

In a breath, his hand closed around hers, his other slipping up to her cheek as he leaned in, slow like he still didn’t fully believe this was happening. Their foreheads touched for a second, eyes closed, like they were both trying to catch their breath before taking the leap.

And then he kissed her.

Soft at first, like he was still asking permission. Then deeper—full of everything he’d been holding back. She melted into it, her hand finding his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his linen shirt like she’d been waiting just to anchor herself to him.

The kiss broke for a second, and he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing her in like he needed her to stay grounded.

“I don’t want to stop,” he murmured on her lips.

“Then don’t,” she whispered back, and pulled him in again—closer this time.

It was the first time their lips met, but they immediately knew that it wouldn’t be the last.

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pretty-circa006 · 2 days ago

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Hii im really looking forward to the next part of unhealthy attachment omg i didnt know how much i need this story. I LOVE THIS STORY SO FUCKING MUCH OH MY GODDDD THANK YOU LIKE THAANK YOU FOR WRITTING THIS😔 ilysm girl. Ik you're probably busy and stuff but i hope the next part to the story will be posted soon..😔 this might be my fav story ever !! Ty for existing🙏🏻

Unhealthy Attachments pt. 10

Comfort

◀︎Previous Part

Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader

summary Negan comforts you through the aftermath of what happened in PE tags mentions of bullying, probably some medical inaccuracies note hello! long time, no see, but i'm alive and i promise i will keep updating this story 'til it's finished, but i cannot promise those updates will come in a timely manner...i'm sorry :'( i do appreciate your patience and apologize for keeping you guys waiting so long. i love reading your comments and getting sweet messages in my inbox like this one, it really motivates me to keep posting on here, love you guys! :3

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The cots in the nurses office were uncomfortable, but laying on one felt worlds better than laying injured on the gymnasium's floor. But it felt nowhere near as good as being carried in Negan's arms. Remembering that brief moment was the only silver lining throughout all of this.

You rested on the cot, head against a cheap, paper thin pillow, staring up at the ceiling. The school nurse had already taken a look at you. You could tell she was feeling guilty for not having believed you the first time you came in. She had explained to you that there was probably just bruising on your abdomen and to take it easy for a couple of days. If you were to see any signs of internal bleeding, she explained that you should probably go to the emergency room. It all kind of went in one ear and out the other. You couldn't really focus on anything other than the now dull pain in your stomach and the burning pit of humiliation in your chest.

Usually, when your classmates would bully you, you'd be able to keep up an uninterested facade and cry about it later when you were alone. As much as it hurt you to be treated so horribly, you'd never let them see how it really affected you. You didn't want them to have that satisfaction. But that all went out the window today. You let those girls in the bathroom see you cry and everyone in your PE class probably got the impression that hitting you with a few measly dodgeballs was enough to send you toppling over in a fit of pain worthy enough to be rushed to the nurse's office. Great.

"Hey, hon," the nurse said, breaking you out of your sullen stupor, "I'm gonna be in my office for a bit. I have to give your parents a call since they're listed as your emergency contacts and fill out your accident report." You just nodded your head, not caring if she could see it or not. Today was Monday, so both your parents were probably at the church still and wouldn't get the call. Somehow, that offered you a bit of relief. Dealing with their reactions wasn't something you had the energy to deal with right now. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the nurse walk off to her office and shut the door behind her. Finally, you let the unshed tears burning in your eyes fall.

You couldn't hear the door open over the sound of your sniffling, so the sound of Negan's "Hey, doll," startled you a bit. Quickly, you swiped your tears out of your eyes, not that it mattered. He's seen you cry plenty of times before, as a matter of fact, he's held you nearly every time you've cried in front of him. Negan set your backpack down beside your cot before taking a seat in the nearby chair. His presence was comforting, yet you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. He's seen you down before, but not like this.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

You continued staring at the ceiling, pretending not to hear him. What happened was already humiliating enough, telling him about it just seemed ten times worse.

He said your name this time and scooted closer. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't believe you earlier." That got your attention. You turned your head to face him and whispered, "It's okay."

"No. It's not. You've never given me a reason not to trust you, so my dumbass should've just taken your word and this woulda never fuckin happened."

You laughed to yourself, but ended up wincing at the sensation it caused to your stomach. "I'd probably be here anyway. I came earlier, but the nurse also thought I was tryin' to get out of PE."

As much as he wanted to be mad at the nurse and place the blame onto her, he had to come to terms with the fact he did the same exact thing.

"What happened to you?" He tried again. You looked away from him and back at the ceiling, afraid talking about it would reduce you to tears again. You were sure Negan saw you as some little crybaby bitch at this point, which isn't at all the impression you want him to have of you.

"I...," you paused for a second to think of a believable excuse, "I just don't feel well."

"Don't go lyin' to me after I just told you I trust you."

You knew the truth would upset Negan, but apparently your lie upset him, too.

"Remember that girl I punched before spring break?"

Pride glossed over Negan at the memory. He was overjoyed to see you stand up for yourself for once.

"What about her?" He asked, fearing he already knew the answer.

"Her and her friends..." the lump forming in your throat caused your voice to tremble as new tears burned in your eyes.

Negan's jaw tensed and his hands balled into fists.

"They...they jumped m-me in the bathroom," you hurried out before breaking down into sobs.

Negan was beyond pissed. Pissed that they did that to you, but even more so that he couldn't do anything about it. Maybe a detention and possibly suspension at most, but to him, that wouldn't be enough.

When he looked up at you again, you were facing away from him, your shoulders shaking as you cried into the mattress. As much as he wanted to go find those girls, he needed to do what he does best and comfort you. He sat on the edge of the small cot and rubbed a soothing hand across your back.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here," he whispered as he continued rubbing soothing circles on your back. His touch calmed you, as it always does. You turned your body over to face him, taking extra care not to put any pressure on your stomach. For the first time since he's been in here, you look him in the eyes. You could tell he was angry by the way his forehead creased between his eyebrows. His anger wasn't directed at you –it never was. He leaned down and pressed a gentle peck to your forehead, a seemingly innocent gesture if the circumstances aren't considered. His dry, but soft lips and the tickle of his facial hair relaxed you a little.

The sound of the door to the nurse's office slowly opening captured both of your attentions. Negan quickly sat back in his chair and you wiped away your tears.

"Oh. Negan, you're here, too," the nurse noted, unamused. She had a pink sheet of paper in her hand and an unreadable look on her face.

"Nurse Ida," he greeted with a slight nod.

"Hon, I called your parents, but didn't get an answer. Do you have any way to get home?"

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Negan spoke up.

"I can drive her home, it's no trouble."

A look crossed Nurse Ida's face, but she didn’t press any further.

"Great," she said, folding that pink sheet of paper in half, "Here's a copy of your accident report in case you need to miss a few days of school."

"Thanks," you mumbled.

"Sure. Have a good night, hon. Get home safe." She shot Negan another one of her looks before heading back into her office.

Negan took the accident report and slipped it into your backpack for you.

"I'm ready to go now." He nodded and grabbed your backpack, putting the straps over his shoulders. He held out a hand to help you up and you took it. Your stomach still hurt but feels way better than it did earlier.

"Can you walk?"

You could, but why pass up another opportunity to be in Negan's arms?

"No," you lied, barely able to conceal a little smirk.

Negan shook his head and laughed to himself, his cute dimples making themselves visible again. Like before, he scooped you up easily and carried you to his car.

...

His car smelled a lot like him– like cigarettes, expensive cologne, and faintly of leather. It's like being swept up in a cloud of Negan. He set your bag in the backseat before getting into the driver's seat.

He remembered your address from that time your parents invited him over for dinner– at least that's what you assumed since he didn't ask you for it.

"What do I tell my parents?" you wondered aloud as you watch the scenery breeze by.

"The truth? Mind if I smoke?" You nodded and he stuck a cigarette in his mouth before lighting it.

"I feel like my dad would only make it worse if he knew the truth. He might try something crazy like calling the principal or confronting the parents when they come to church."

"Hmm," he blew a puff of smoke out the window, "I can always walk you to your house and feed them some bullshit lie."

You laughed to yourself because that's totally something you can see him doing.

"What if...what if I didn't go home?"

"And go where?"

"Could I go home… with you?"

A thick silence filled the car as regret started to creep its way into your mind. A sigh from Negan disrupted said silence.

"As much as I'd love to do that, I can't, baby. It's just... my wife wouldn't fuckin approve of me bringing a student into our house and what the hell would your parents think if you didn't come home tonight?"

Wife. Despite that silver wedding band he always has on, him being married was something you shoved back to the dark corners of your mind. You wanted nothing more than to shrivel up and fly out the window– anything to escape this moment, really– but you were trapped and a lump was starting to form in your throat.

"...right."

He stopped the car right in front of your house. You could tell he was about to say something else, but you weren't sure if your heart could handle something else. You reached into the back seat and grabbed your backpack before hurrying out the car.

You mutter a half-assed thanks before shutting the door and hurrying off to your house.

Thankfully, you had come home before your parents did and were able to delete the nurse’s voicemail from the landline in your dad’s office. You didn’t have the energy to do anything other than take a shower and get in bed, so you did exactly that.

You hated that stupid school and everyone in it. Going back tomorrow– or at all, really– seemed like a nightmare. Your only motivation for going has been Negan, but even then the cons were starting to outweigh that one pro. Besides, he’s married. As much as you liked him and as much as you like being with him, you were sure he didn’t feel the same. After all the good times you’ve had with him, he went home to his wife right after. He was probably at home in bed with her now. Probably touching her the way you wish he’d touch you. Probably even telling her how much he loves her. More tears pricked at your eyes, but this time you just let them fall until you fell asleep.

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zraiusxo · 2 days ago

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omg omgggg i always see your notes in a lot of Hange fics, and Im sososoo glad you're writing!! 💟

May I request a college au where reader is a reserved, quiet, and really kind freshman art student (kinda like fluttershy) and Hange is a charming chemical engineering student. Reader's friends warn her that Hange is in the cof of playboys and stuff who don't take things seriously. And Hange knows this but they fell in love with the reader and came to truly love her so they want to prove themself but they have this fear of commitment due to past unsuccessful relationships. Maybe a bit of angst plss 🙏🙏 tytyyyyy no pressure to write this, I'm just happy to see your fics here!! 💟

♡ hi there! i didn't expect anyone to see my notes honestly it's so downbad i'm embarrassed. but still, thank you! i'm soooo sorry i got to this so late. just been super busy w my job lately, thanks for waiting so patiently anon, hope this doesn't disappoint! :D

Sketching Chemistry ,, Hange Zoë x Fem!reader Oneshot

The buzz of Paradis University’s courtyard was an ever-present hum — sneakers on concrete, chatter between classes, the clink of coffee cups at the nearby benches. Spring was barely clinging to the air, and early afternoon sunlight slanted across the fine arts building, where you often sat cross-legged in the grass with a sketchbook balanced delicately on your knees.

You were a vision of quiet, almost intimidating beauty: dark sweaters, pressed skirts, the sharp edges of your style softened only by the worn-in leather of your sketchbook. Most people in your university knew you in passing as a pretty freshman art student, always with a pencil tucked behind your ear, always lost in some far-off thought.

You weren’t naïve — just resolute. You knew your world, knew what you wanted, and didn’t offer your company lightly.

It was at one of Sasha’s notorious "pizza on the lawn" Fridays that you first really noticed Hange Zoë.

They were laughing hardly with Miche, who was half-laying on the grass in a dark green shirt with his drink spilled all over his jeans, cursing under his breath. Hange wore a white tank top that showed off their tan and toned arms dusted in a few tattoos, cargo pants tucked carelessly into scuffed boots. Their glasses caught the sun every time they tilted their head to speak, and it felt like Hange’s whole presence glowed with reckless, unfiltered charm.

It wasn’t the way they looked that caught you. It was the way they listened.

Eyes lit up with genuine attention, mouth half-quirked in some secret amusement even when they weren’t speaking. They made every person around them feel important, like the center of the universe for a moment.

You lowered your sharp eyes back to your sketchbook.

Dangerous, you thought.

And as if summoned by your glance, Sasha plopped down next to you with a fresh plate of pizza.

“Careful around Hange,” she said, voice muffled by a mouthful of cheese. “They’re part of Miche’s group. Y'know— full of heartbreakers. Ya know the drill.”

You raised an eyebrow, barely reacting, fingers holding the pencil that were still tracing gentle lines across the paper.

Connie, sprawling out on Sasha’s other side, chimed in with a snort, “Miche, Erwin, Levi — they’re all tight. Real smooth, real shiny, until you realize they’re allergic to, like, anything serious.”

You listened without looking up.

“Hange’s probably the most charming of all of them, though,” Sasha added thoughtfully. “Smart as hell. Chemical engineering, I think. Popular too. But commitment?” She let out a dramatic pfffft. “Forget it.”

A hum vibrated against your rosy lips noncommittally. You didn’t need a warning. You’d learned long ago that you didn’t offer your heart to anyone who hadn’t already bled for it.

It started slow.

A week later, you found Hange on the second floor of the library, tucked into the engineering section with a battered laptop open and papers strewn across two desks. They looked frustrated, brow furrowed, one hand raking through messy brown hair.

When they caught you glancing over (your studio class was doing a project involving chemical pigments, and you were half-lost yourself), Hange grinned.

“Hey! Art genius. Help a desperate nerd out?”

You blinked, long eyelashes fluttering, wary.

“I’m not a genius,” you said flatly, adjusting the strap of your leather bag. “And I’m not sure why you’d need help with art.”

Hange shrugged, unapologetic. “Genius recognizes genius, you know? Plus, you seem way more organized than me.”

You almost smiled— almost— before turning to the shelf, swiftly plucking out the textbook you needed.

Hange watched you like you were a riddle they wanted to spend the next ten years solving.

Hange started appearing everywhere after that.

At your favorite study spot near the quad, lounging nearby with a mechanical pencil tucked behind their ear.

At the campus café, scribbling equations into a grimy notebook while you nursed your favorite iced coffee.

At Mikasa’s casual hangouts, where they’d somehow maneuver to sit near you — not so close that it would be obvious, but enough that you’d feel the hum of their presence like a low electrical current.

They were patient with you, to a degree you didn’t expect.

No flirtatious touch. No crude jokes like Miche might've made. Just conversation, bright and winding, questions about your art, your inspirations, your favorite late-night snacks when deadlines loomed.

You wanted to resist.

You knew what your friends had said. You knew better.

But Hange made it hard to maintain your careful distance.

There was an earnestness to them— a way they leaned in when you spoke, like your words were the most important thing they'd hear that day.

And yet, you noticed the cracks.

You saw the way Hange would sometimes falter mid-laugh, a flash of something tight and scared in their eyes.

You heard the way Levi would caution them gently, "Don't screw this up," he'd mutter under his breath, more warning than joke— not that he was the type to joke around anyway, when Hange lingered too long around you.

You realized, slowly, that Hange wasn’t like the others because they didn’t want to be.

They had been before — careless, breezy, easily moving on from one shiny thing to the next. They had loved and been left. Left and been hated. Somewhere along the line, love had become synonymous with failure to them.

Commitment terrified Hange.

Not because they didn’t feel enough.

But because they felt too much.

One late night, under the soft pool of light from the streetlamps near the empty art building, Hange finally said it.

"I’m scared, you know." Their voice was low, almost hoarse, as they stuffed their hands into the pockets of their jacket. "Not of you. Just... of ruining things. Of wanting something too badly and then watching it die."

You closed your sketchbook slowly.

The night was cool against your skin. You could hear your own breathing.

“I don’t need a promise from you,” you said softly, the words steady despite the ache in your chest. "I just need honesty."

Hange looked at you like you were the first kindness they hadn’t had to earn.

A beat of silence stretched between you, golden and fragile.

"I’m trying," they said finally. "Really trying. I... don’t want to lose you before I even have you."

You reached out— slow, deliberate— and took their larger and much rougher hand in yours, your soft skin brushing against their callouses.

It wasn’t a declaration. It wasn’t forgiveness for things they hadn’t done yet.

It was an invitation.

And Hange, for once in their reckless life, stepped forward instead of running away.

You studied late into the nights at the café. Hange dragged you into impromptu ramen runs at 2 AM. Mikasa rolled her eyes but smiled whenever she caught you both tucked together on the quad, your sketchbook balanced on Hange’s knees while you argued about color theory versus chemical structure.

And little by little, against all odds, Hange Zoë— an infamous charmer, secret romantic, brilliant disaster— started building a home in your heart.

And for once, they stayed.

♡ help i have another hange college au request, and it's sitting in my drafts cause i'm unsure if it's good enough. maybe i'll post it later when i smoke and proofread it hwehe. thanks for reading though! hope u guys like it! :p

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h1biscusgal · 1 day ago

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asks in a bundle bc im tired- PART 1

so, good question, hypnagogic is BEFORE sleep, dreaming is DURING sleep, two very different things, dreaming is not tethered to the body, it's actually purely the mind NOT AWAKE, ONLY ENTERS A BRAIN STATE WHERE IT PRODUCES DREAMING, hypnagogic is ABOUT to lose it's awareness to the body (the process of entering the void if aware, and sleep if not aware), but dreaming is more like you move and such, yk? but the Hypnagogia is where you are laid down, won't move, seen flashing lights and imagery that is NOT identifiable. in the hypnagogia it's more like random shapes and imagery, yk?

NAH ML IT ISN'T, IT'S JUST A PIC I FOUND IN PINTEREST. T.T

ml don't ever LET one comment dictate ur life, assumptions create you, when i listen to subs and see ppl complaining they didn't get results, i go past it and act like it's does not concern me, and guess what? i still get results, it's not about "oh im scared it'll happen to me!"

nah ml, simply trust, and ofc i am not forcing anyone to listen to my sub! it was something i just made to help some of those with problems.

yes

OFCCCC, usually it's literally up to you, but i have some ideas here and each can choose, btw, the zones don't dictate your job at all ml.

here's a link of one of my fave old bloggers i adore them sm, here, credits all to her btw

i am so sorry but i did not understand A SHIT-, but i translated it for myself and let's see.

OK SO I TRANSLATED IT, FIRST, OFC MY LOVE U CAN BE MY ANON, AND YES OFC YOU CAN TELL ME UR EXPERIENCES, and yes ofc, it is supposed to feel like your body is separating, that's the whole point ml.

when u change ur grades? it is changed EVERYWHERE

like seriously ive manifested it, it's SO TRIPPY, like i felt i'd get 40 smth on 60 then i go back and see it's fucking 60/60 which is a 100 in my country :D

literally one thing.

identify with the reality that you got a high grade, THATS ALL, like BEEEEE the version that already had the grades, yk?

there is no "it doesn't manifest", literally none, if i managed to change my grades in a day then u DEF can.

simply identify you have it.

ITS OKAYYYY ML, so, to keep awake during an awake method (YOU CAN TRY SLEEP METHODDDDDSSS-)

leave my alter ego alone she likes to yell "use sleeping methods."

anyways! try coffee or an apple beforehand? someone said an energy drink, you could also try during naptimes? daytimes? when you just wake up? AND GOOD LUCK IM PROUD OF U

FUCK THE THOUGHT AND YEET IT OUT OF UR BRAIN, LITERALLY BULLY THAT NAGGING THOUGHT, LIKE SAY:

"NUH UH U DUMB BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND NUH UH AINT HAPPENING I ALREADY HAVE A 95"

so sorry i acted up- ANYWAYS IT EASY ML, BANISH it, like literally BANISH it, throw it out and burn it-

ok so, in short, having that thought? "so what, bye, off u go"

I SWEAR I MISSED YALL EVEN MORE UGH

FUCK YEAH, remember, you're not "creating", you're simply deciding to live in a version of you that already was friends with that group and these people existed in the first place ofc. MWAH

PLEASE IM ROLLING- NO ML ITS OKAY I UNDERSTAND U ML.

okay first.

if so then lock me up rn first person bc this means that i am seeing things and did not manifest my 100 percent grades, growing taller, healthier hair, my desired body, etc etc.

my love seriously NO- WHAT DO U MEAN NOTHING IS REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL, it is, when you manifest it, you seriously did it, you can't say "OH I HAVE THIS" and it doesn't show up, you change your version, not the "reality" like you be cooking up some shit.

it's not:

OH I WANNA HAVE A CAR, LETS CREATE A REALITY I HAD A CAR,

it goes like this:

OH I WANNA HAVE A CAR, LETS BE THE VERSION THAT I HAVE THE CAR.

(im not mad at u ofc that's me acting up)

seriously those who manifested rn are THRIVING without the need of therapy or whatnot, and let me tell you, the first thing that LOA and those shifting things taught us? is to love yourself.

YES OF COURSE??????? IT WON'T BE DIFFERENT WHEN YOU PUT IT, seriously nothing will go the other way when you don't want it to go different.

DARL U SOUND LIKE ME I ALSO HAVE THEM EXAMS AT 1ST JUNE.

so, let's see, scared?

talk with yourself, sit yourself down and literally talk to the air if you like why is it that you're scared, why? go to the root and eliminate it, gently remind urself.

"but i already know i can, so why? these people who panic don't know the law, but i do!"

see? be gentle, fear is not something to push, don't EVER push fear away, simply PRY it away.

"never properly tried for the void."

"i want my life now."

THEN USE IT AND ENTER???????????

guys please, i love you all so so much like even more than myself but PUH-LEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE.

my darling you said you know it's real so you don't doubt it.

you tried 10k aff challenges.

you did this you did that.

and you want your life.

see the problem? you don't say "i have my life."

you say "i WANT my life." want what? be the version that has your life, void or not, i swear it's a click of a finger.

NAH IT'S NOT A GROUP SHIFT DATE (YET) BUT GO AHEAD ML, IT'S CALLED SHIFTING DARLING, pick a method of shifting, and set the intention to shift there, if you have questions of shifting search it up!

OKAY SO.

ts stuff is actually so powerful y'all, but first nope, no "wrong" thing will happen bc the creator himself said he added safety affs, he just put the warning there not for doing something wrong, he meant dont purposely use it for something bad bc it is highly suggestable, but i can understand, and rest assured, it's not going to implant it in the mind, simply listen to it once, then play your sub overnight or once before bed, DW MY LOVE IT'S SAFE, I'VE TRIED IT,

BUTTTTTTTTTTTT, of course i understand if you still feel uncomfortable, i for once may not continue to use it, it is too powerful for me and i could not sleep at all, switch it out with a regular booster, if u want! or simply use isochronic tones beforehand.

I ADORE AND LOVE U MORE OMGWYUEKRMLWHIGFRTYHNJW MWAH MWAH MWAH

SIT DOWN, AND SEE THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM.

guys really, it's okay to feel like there's a block in your way, gently sit down and talk it out with yourself, you'll see what is in the way, and once you see it, simply work to take it off, done!

OH MY GOD MY MOOT? IWOIQDHEURGFVUEJQIWO YALL THAT'S MY BABY LOOK AT HER OMG WIOUEREJIWKOQPEHFGEI I WANNA GIGGLE.

I KNOW U CAN DO IT SO BAD OMG, MY ASK / INBOX IS OPEN FOR UR SUCCESS OMG.

STOP I'M GIGGLING TEE HEE QUWGYEWQJIIEHIRGWEIHJQ, MWAH MWAH MWAH EXACTLY LIKE SEEING PPL LIKE THIS GOING BACK TO THEIR ROOTS MAKES ME SO HAPYYYYYYYYYYYY

that's actually a good one! i promise to do it when i entered, thanks anon!

yessss, these are all possible according to UR BELIEFSSSSS, and my love i seriously understand you, don't worry ml i get u.

yup. back it up with belief.

OMG YEESSSS I CANNOT WAIT TO MEET EVERYONE THERE.

nah do whatever u want ml, mix both if u want!

im sorry waht.

OKAY SO I LAUGHED, HOPE U ENTER SOON DW, lets see, veg but wanna eat non veg...? i am so sorry i cannot say anything that maybe could offend a certain religion, i myself eat meat and i do not feel bad about it, but it is different for everyone of course! i cannot say about this, sorry.

YESSS PERFECTLY GOOD TOO.

last hope? darl nothing should be ur last "hope"

there is no "hope", only certainty, you ARE doing everything right, simply back it up with BELIEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF in yourself, you are the method yourself.

okay so, this sounds like the hypnagogic/into void type of state, yknow? the whole symptoms you said is actually a sign it is ENTERING the void, not really FULLY in the void yet, in it you should only feel calmness, and pure peace, no heartbeat, not one feeling of "flying", you'll just feel formless.

wtf tumblr is not letting me post more pics, anyways here is the last remaining ppl:

"anon:

okay so please tell me if I might have shifted or if I'm just going crazy

so bathroom rods. random, I know. but we're getting a new house and we bought some for our bathrooms. however, my dad happened to buy some extras and neither he nor my mom could figure out why. then I told them that we'd discussed having extra rods outside the shower area to hang our dry clothes to change into. BOTH MY PARENTS DONT REMEMBER HAVING THAT CONVO. EVER. this is actually so insane to me like??"

that's shifting!

"anon:

genuine question how do I do an asleep method because I do NOT want to get up for school tomorrow I’d rather live in a castle"

THERE IS THOUSANDDDDDDDS, sleep and have pure belief, or by a subliminal, so any shifting sleep method, do sats, do hypnagogia, there's endless things.

oh my god that was a lot-

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