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i hate the air he breathes his foolish decrees

Alpha! Lando Norris/Omega! Lauda! Reader - chapter 2 - 5k

woooo welcome to part 2 my loves! sorry for the slight wait. I've been doing hot bitch shit (my actual job). but now we're back. enjoy the fuck out of it. TW: no mention of abuser other than as him. mentions of abandonment and severe physical trauma in the form of a house fire. lore drop on the main character too!!

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Mid-March 2005. Los Angeles.

Niki gets a call from an unknown number that wakes him up from a deep slumber, and he hardly has any time to think as he’s pulling a sweater over his head and forgoing a hat entirely. It’s his third day in as your legal guardian, and you’re already transferred to a state-of-the-art hospital in Los Angeles, across the country from where you’d lived previously. A newer set of mountains. A city to the hamlet you’d once known, hidden away in the foggy mountains of North Carolina.

As he blearily walks into the hospital lobby, there’s already a small team of doctors waiting for him, explaining rapidly what's happening to you as they walk him up to your room in the burn ward. You’re in the best hospital for burns on the continent— Niki had made sure of it. Had paid for the flight over here two days ago, with a medical staff on board to keep you stable during the five-hour flight.

The doctors swarming around your unconscious form resemble vultures. The burn center director explains everything to him when they finally get to your room. The rapid medical treatment nearly made you present early. Freakishly early, by all standards. It’s understood to have been a panic response by your body— because you're on the brink of death in the burn ward, your hormones so out of whack that for whatever reason, your brain had gone, ‘Oh, yes, it’s time to do that now.’

Studies had shown that those in areas where the risk of death was high often presented much earlier, with other cases that also supported something known as “panic presentation”. You’re an extreme example of the latter. But it had never been seen to this degree. You need to be knocked out for several days, going comatose while a team of doctors works around the clock to save your life while it seems likely you will melt away like the first snowfall on a sun-warmed road as it seems new complications get piled onto your case file every day. The way the doctor talks about you makes Niki feel like you’re more of a specimen meant for study, and not a pup who’d just lost her Dam.

Marlene has already decorated the sterile room to reflect more on a child’s room. And wherever there’s an empty space on a table, she’s placed down vases full of fresh flowers. Flowering dogwood. That’s what the state flower was of North Carolina, and however early in the season for blooming it was, she managed to find fresh ones every day. Now, Marlene was back at the hotel, settling a new wave of interest about your identity while Niki tried to figure out what he was going to do with you when he's lead into the room.

You’re already on several new medications to prevent you from presenting early, having them inserted in through an IV and eventually, to be taken as a pill when you could swallow. You'll be on these same medications until you’re seven or eight, when they can start to consider weaning you off of them to let you present then because it’ll be safer. Niki hates the idea of you presenting even then. You should be almost fully grown when you present. Not— not still a pup. With baby teeth still in your mouth. You should be wrestling. Learning to access your canine form, and causing mayhem like his sons had.

So he does what he’s been doing for the past five days. Niki sits quietly by your side in your private room. Holding your tiny hand while a machine breathes for you, not even five years old, and fighting for your life. Completely unaware of the complications your existence has thrown straight into Niki’s lap, dredging up old, old wounds that his sons have yet to recover from.

Because the great complication is that you’re his biological grandchild.

Through a son, a beta, that neither Lukas nor Mathias had gotten to know. Or Niki, for that matter. But here you are. The only link to that son. To the ultimate undoing of his marriage and mating, his infidelity thrown back in his face in the form of a sedated, traumatized pup that can’t understand him through his accent.

Left without a dam, your mother. Lost to the roaring flames of a housefire that you’d somehow survived. Part of Niki wants to know how his son had ended up in the area, and if there are any other new descendants he should know about. So he petitions the court to gain access to your files before he legally adopts you, and he stares down at them before finally lifting the cover of the manila folder and starts to read.

All the files seem to stare right on back at Niki as he continues to pour through them, officially five minutes and nine seconds into being your legal guardian. They’re meticulous, just as expected— it had become standard for anyone who’d had so much as a visit to a hospital to create a DNA profile, especially after they presented. His affair child’s profile stares back at him, with what he can only assume is an up-to-date photo. Male. Beta. Signed away parental rights before birth. Austrian nationality. That’s all you have to go on for your biological father’s identity.

That’s all that linked Niki to you, and how the social worker had managed to contact him. All other positive matches from your father’s side are his former mistress as your biological grandmother and his two sons with Marlene as your uncles. There are no other pups listed for his affair child. No other grandchildren that he has to worry about. Your dam’s profile is more complete. A smiling picture of her holding you as an infant, left by her family.

Female. Omega. Deceased. American nationality, born in Banner Elk, North Carolina.

And under that:

Dam’s pack signed away pack and next of kin rights to the pup. Relevant health history is accessible through the International UN DNA database. Pack requested no contact order until the pup has reached legal age, or unless the pup does not survive her time in hospital, so they may bury her in the family plot with her Dam.

This makes a chill run down Niki’s spine. Your pack had… signed you away? The only people who had been familiar to you— and they had signed away their rights as though you were more of a burden than anything, only asking for you back if you were dead. It makes him shudder, as he looks down at your tiny body again, for what must have been the thousandth time since he’s been introduced to you. Since he’d so quickly agreed to become your legal guardian, your legal sire. Covered in bandages and hooked up to dozens of wires.

The social worker explained that signing you away was them not wanting to pay for the massive medical bill, along with the scandal your birth had caused in the small community. Your Dam was unmated, and even worse, unmarried, raising you on her own in a less-than-up-to-code cabin her late father had left her, further out in the mountains, a thirty-minute drive into town.

The matriarch of her pack had been well-regarded in the area— it was an open secret that she was looking for any excuse to remove you from the picture. This just happened to be the perfect excuse. How was she going to be able to pay for your medical costs on her own when it was just her? All the advanced treatments you’d need— it would be too much in her old age.

When told about the Children’s Health Insurance Programs that could easily provide care for you, your grand-dam had just made a sour face and told the Social Worker she was still signing away her rights. Her surviving children were quick to follow her lead.

What a backward system. Niki had growled to himself, pacing in the room. Reading the reports from the insurance company he’d managed to legally bully his way into receiving from your biological family.

The cabin had burnt down in nearly an hour. You’d been trapped under a metal bed frame when the roof collapsed in on itself. When they’d found you, it had been a recovery effort for bodies. And despite it all, you’d survived, your whimpering and crying alerting the firefighters that you were alive. Severely burnt, with the old mattress and polyester blankets having melted and dripped across your little body as the embers settled. Half of your body severely burnt from where the flames could still reach you. Crying out for your Dam even as you were airlifted to the nearest hospital with a functioning burn ward.

Going over your files has become a habit for first past three days. Ever since Marlene had gone silent when Niki told her that he was going to adopt you, before brusquely starting to order furniture and calling countless contractors that a new pup-friendly room be added to his house in Hof. He’s lucky to at least be considered a friend of his former mate, otherwise, he would be stumbling through his second round of parenting. He looks down at the newest addition to his pack. You. Four and a half. With burns covering an incredible amount of your body. Nearly 45% percent of your torso, completely mangling one of your legs, crawling up your neck and dancing across your jaw. Now lying in a medically-induced coma to conserve your energy.

You wake up nearly two days later. Five days into Niki’s tenure as your legal sire. Unable to scream. Eyes fixed on Niki as your little chest heaves with the effort it takes to breathe. You pull at your IV and try to snap at a nurse who tries to stop you. But your eyes are still fixed on Niki, likely horrified by his burns. You were glancing at your own bandaged arms and body as if to gauge how you would one day look.

There is a wild look in your eyes as you look at him. The way you tremble as the doctors try to explain everything. It hurts Niki’s heart, especially with the gasping noise you let out before they sedate you again when you’re still not responding well to anything. Niki wants to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go. You mumble something out as you drift away again, tears in the corners of your eyes. Foggy eyes on the extravagant bouquets of flowers on the tables beside your bed and across the room.

Where is my Dam?

Early February 2024. Woking.

Your left leg was acting up again. It always did when you were stressed. The fire had mangled it— and that was putting it lightly. Not bad enough to amputate, because that would be too easy, and they didn’t want to send your body into even more shock. So you had your crispy, chicken-fried, useless leg. You could put some weight on it now, after nearly twenty years of intense therapy and correcting surgeries. But it was still incredibly weak. All twisted, mottled skin and a full knee replacement.

That’s what had made it so easy for him. That’s what had made it easy for him to chase you down as you tried to leave every situation that saw him near you. Easily able to keep pace with your shambling, stress-induced walk as you choked on his scent.

Your upper thigh twinges. The needle pierces your skin all over again. That was the only reason you’d been able to walk away without experiencing a true heat from whatever drug he’d hit you with. The bad, mangled leg of yours. Your downfall and savior.

The halls are winding, but you can vaguely follow the way to your office from previous talks. You call Lewis the moment you get to the room. There’s already a brand-new mini fridge sitting on your desk, likely from the accommodations you’d listed in the countless documents you’d had to sign when you got hired.

There’s a few people unboxing your items and they look a bit shocked to see you back from what was supposed to be a much longer meeting.

“Ms Lauda—”

“Leave, please,” you whisper while pacing across the room, trying to calm yourself down. You can feel your scent-blocking, adhesive strips tingling. Your scent glands, especially the damaged ones, threatening to blister from the stress of what just happened. You were going to be sacked for certain. Not only had you yelled at the driver you were meant to work with, you’d also thrown an empty can at him. “I’d like some space.”

The workers, your new assistants, you realize, hurry out, not even catching your mumbled thanks as you tuck yourself into a corner where you can’t be seen from the door. So much different than Williams. So much more support. Lewis doesn’t pick up immediately, but just as you’re about to call again, his contact photo appears on your screen.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay—” Is the first thing you hear, like the protective older brother he’s always situated himself as in your life. “What room are you in? I still haves ways to get into the classified parts of the MTC—”

“I’m going to fucking kill Lando Norris,” You growl into the phone, and Lewis lets out a relieved noise, before breaking off into a fit of laughter, his voice more distant as if he’s trying to muffle himself. “Don’t laugh! That fucking brat, I should box his goddamn ears, showing up nearly an hour late to what was supposed to be our initial meeting—”

“Ah, yeah, sounds like Lando!”

“Fuck off, Lewis,” You whine, and he has the audacity to laugh even harder, because your accent slips, as it always seems to do when you’re with your immediate pack. You can hear him shuffle a bit. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” You concede to him with a soft sigh. You hear the chortling barks of Roscoe in the background of Lewis’s call. “I’m gonna do my job. But I’m gonna hate it. Unless I get switched to Oscar.”

“Don’t sound too hopeful.” Lewis chides on the other side of the phone, and you hear the doorknob jiggle, followed by a soft knock. “Sounds like you have some work to do.”

He hangs up before you can say something in response to him, leaving the gentle knocking on the door to slowly drive you insane. Likely Andrea or Zak, telling you that you were going to be let go for committing a minor assault against their star driver.

And you're right, it is Zak. But he looks more concerned than angry with you, immediately putting his hands up in a placating manner when you open the door as if you’re the one with all the power and he’s not the CEO of McLaren Racing, your ultimate boss. Your boss’s boss. The one who bulldozed his way into getting you on the team because he’d seen your work to get at least a modicum of respect back to Williams, and, in his own words, got a good vibe from you.

(And maybe Niki had been in his ear a little bit about it, but when Niki Lauda spoke, people had a habit of listening rather closely to whatever he said.)

“Mr. Brown,” You start formally, leaning down in a way that is traditionally seen as submitting and a very, very formal way to apologize before he starts to squawk in surprise at it all.

“Don’t�� What are you submitting for— are you alright?!”

The last thing you expect is Zak fretting over you like you’re a pup. He’s gently squishing your cheeks with his hands, checking you over, and you can see his nose twitching, as if he’s checking your scent for any signs of distress. Only to look confused by how… clean, you smell.

“Are you— are you still hurt from everything?”

“No, I just,” You take a step backward, and hold up your hands just like he had just been doing for you a few seconds ago. “It’s easier to hide my designation when I smell like this.”

He just looks confused at your explanation but doesn’t seem to question it.

“And you… want to continue hiding it?”

“Preferably.”

Even as you say it, you can see a bit of pity in his eyes. You know his mate is an omega. He has a pup who’s an omega. Both of which he supports wholeheartedly. You’d seen all the articles. Part of you is jealous. Another part just wants everyone to stop caring about what your designation may be. Why should anyone care what you are?

You’re proud of yourself, regardless of your designation. You’re not some prize to be won! You can stand on your own two feet, you can take care of yourself. You had more than shown that—

Zak is hugging you. Rumbling softly like any parent would do for a distressed pup.

“You don’t have to justify it. I just need to know so I can make sure that no one else is told, aside from our medical people.” He whispers, and you sag against him. Relief fills your mind. “What— what do people think you’ve presented as?”

“Alpha. Like Vati. They think I’m an Alpha.”

“We can work with that,” Zak pulls away, looking at you. There’s only worry in his eyes. “Can I ask one more thing?”

“Yeah,” You sniffle, not realizing you’d starting to tear up as you look at him. “What is it?”

“Why…. did you throw an empty can of Red Bull at Lando? You’re not in trouble, I just want to know why.”

You flush, and Zak just starts to laugh.

McLaren is much, much different than Williams.

Lando has been sitting in a chair while Oscar screams at him. Andrea has disappeared. It’s been ten minutes and all he wants to do is curl up and die and apologize for commenting on your voice and being late and not charging his phone and really, every other thing that he’d done wrong, ever.

Yes. He is technically the older one. No, he shouldn’t be acting like such a pup over this.

Yes. He should know better than to comment on things that people can’t change or help about themselves.

Yes, Oscar, Lando was aware that you had survived a very traumatic house fire that nearly killed you. No, it’s not okay that he called you a robotic bitch. No, he didn’t read the email about the apparent triggers that you had from this event. Frankly, he wasn’t even aware that they had emailed those to him. That seemed like a bit much.

“I mean seriously, Lando! This is ridiculous! Fucking calling her that!”

It feels like he’s being lectured by his Dam again, her words blending English into Flemish until he can’t tell what she’s saying, just that she’s pissed at him. Instead, it’s just Oscar’s accent getting thicker and thicker until Lando’s certain he’s never heard anyone sound so furious with him, and that’s really saying something.

“I get it,” Lando whines, letting his head slip so that he can press his forehead against the table. And he does feel bad! Really! “I didn’t know she’d respond like that!”

“Wonderful excuse to be a fuckhead, champ,” Oscar drawls, eyes narrowed. His arms are folded. He looks unimpressed. He smells more, now than ever, of rotting oranges. Lando can imagine the maggots. “I’m shocked you didn’t comment on her designation as well.”

“She’s an alpha! And she smells so medicine-y,” Lando wrinkles his nose, lifting up his head enough to glare at the omega in front of him. Oscar’s face is a blank mask of annoyance, with a flicker of some other mystery emotion. But he can at least tell what he’s thinking because he can smell his displeasure from across the room. It’s all rotten oranges, burning rubber, and singed hair. “C’mon! I didn’t know it’d set her off that much, man!”

“Commenting on traumatic events tends to do that to people.”

“How was I supposed to know it was traumatic?!”

“Wow, you really didn’t read any of the emails,” Oscar lets out a low huff, sitting across from Lando in one of the plush office chairs. “We’ve been in talks with her for weeks!”

“You were in talks with her, maybe,” Lando says snidely, narrowing his gaze at the omega across from him, “I didn’t think I needed a new race engineer, yet here we are. But you seemed awfully interested when you heard she was looking for a new team.”

Oscar scoffs. His cheeks turn slightly pink. “No, I wasn’t. She’s a good friend. I thought she’d be a good fit for the team.”

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the fact that you have such an obvious crush on her? I bet Logan even helped set you up,” Lando knows he’s been a dick again. But he’s frustrated. He’ll get lectured by his therapist for this later, and he’s okay with that. He just needs to make Oscar squirm a little for his high-and-mighty attitude. “You want her pups, I bet. Already have the first three named.”

“Fuck off,” Oscar snarls, and Lando decides to keep digging a bit more. “It’s not like that! Besides— I’m courting someone!”

An awkward silence settles between the two. Oscar’s flushed pink. And Lando starts to grin. All evil like, in Oscar’s opinion. Gleefully, in his own.

"Oh, but it is!” Lando chimes, his voice all sing-songy. He’s in full older brother mode. He knows exactly what to do to push Oscar’s buttons now that his teammate has shown his weakness. He’s done this with his sisters. And Oscar’s probably used to being the one doing the tormenting, as his family’s oldest pup. “You like her!” And then, with a very dramatic gasp, “Oh, you’re probably courting her! No wonder you wanted her here!”

Without so much as a warning, the Australian driver leaps at him with a snarl the moment the words are out of his mouth. They’re both tussling on the ground, before it turns into the two of them in their canine forms, snapping and snarling at each other. This is when Andrea decides to make a reappearance, looking a bit startled to see a mousy-brown wolf and a dark-brown wolf rolling around on the floor of the conference room. Oscar is large for an omega in his canine form, but still smaller than Lando. Lando is wirey, not as bulky as many would expect an Alpha to be. It’s rather evenly matched, considering how often the two of them are training.

One moment, Lando has Oscar pinned. Another, Oscar has him pinned. Snarling and biting and kicking until the door opens again, and now it’s Andrea, Zak, and yourself watching the two of them wrestle until you fearlessly walk into the fray and grab Oscar by one of his hind legs.

Oscar turns human again immediately, hitting the ground with a loud ‘oof’ while Lando scurries away, watching as you start to lecture the other driver as he stands up. Your tone is hushed, but it’s clear that this seems to be a common occurrence between the two of you. You’re leaning over him, and the rumblings of annoyance and displeasure are clear as day.

Lando can’t help but smirk as the other man makes fleeting eye contact with him as you sit on his side of the table, taking your place as his engineer, despite your obvious contempt for him.

“Now, let's get to business…” Andrea sighs. You keep your eyes ahead. Hands folded neatly in front of you. Letting his words blur until you feel Oscar gently tugging on your arm. He looks concerned, and you smile tiredly at him. Only just remembering the promise of cuddling in his nest with him when this was all done.

You don’t even care if you look or act nothing like the Alpha that Lando thinks you are. You just slump against Oscar with a grumpy half-whine as he hoists you over his shoulder. The other driver lets out a loud snort at that, and your friend only glares at him, about to say something else before you bring one of your hands to tap his cheek lightly.

“Just get to th’nest,” You mumble, leaning against him. Your leg aches. You don’t want to walk. “Wanna get th’blockers off.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Oscar sighs, glaring at Lando over his shoulder before walking past with you in his arms. You don’t care about how it looks. You’ll deal with it later. And before you know it, you’re curled in the world’s comfiest nest, all in shades of orange and black. With the comforting scent of sweet tangerines and charcoal. Oscar hands you a nice little bottle of micellar water to help get the sticky adhesive of the blockers off, much more gentle with your skin than you ever are with yourself. He’s even soaked cotton rounds to make it a bit easier to apply, gently rubbing them across your scarred glands to clear any remnants of the adhesive off of your skin.

The smells of mountain rain and fresh baked peach cobbler mix with Oscar’s scent as you stretch, rubbing your cheeks tiredly.

You let yourself relax then. Sinking deep into the soft pillows as Oscar comes to spoon you from behind. A commonplace action, and had been since he started to get more and more bold with you in his attempts to court you.

You can hear Oscar start to Facetime someone, probably Logan. But you honestly don’t care all that much— he’s there, and you’ll give your friend a full debrief, of course, after you’ve fully rested.

“Your leg acting up?”

Oscar nudges you, and you grumble, trying to press your face further into the plushness of the nest, voice muffled by pillows. “Who cares if it is?”

“I do.”

“So do I!” Logan chimes in from the phone, and you roll over enough to glare at him. “Did you take all your meds, mouse?”

“Unfortunately, yes. So I’m afraid you’ll just have to put me down at this point—”

You don’t even have time to respond as Oscar cuffs your ear. You let out a dramatic whine, actually letting yourself act on your instinctual noises. Nothing hurts, of course. Oscar’s always been gentle, making sure nothing actually hurts when he wrestles with you or cuffs your ears.

“Did you have to get my bad ear?” You whine, looking accusingly at the Aussie who just grins down at you, cuffing the same ear once again. “I’m gonna tell Lewis.”

“He doesn’t scare me, and besides, he’d probably agree with me! All, ‘C’mon, Mousey, that’s not how your therapist said to cope with your trauma—”

“That’s a bit scary, how accurate that was,” You prop yourself up to glare at your dear friend, only to smile broadly at him. You can’t help it, really. He manages to make you smile, even when you feel like shit. And even when he cuffs your bad ear by mistake, after swearing he won’t do it again.

In truth, the ear looks almost melted. It’s usually carefully hidden by your personal stylist, with hair masterfully combed over it. The skin around it— luckily missing your scalp— was mottled and pink. What was left of your ear was little more than a small ridge of skin and cartilage at this point, and was much the same in your canine appearance, just more dramatic without all the fur. The upper half of your ear was utterly gone, along with most of the lobe. It was the ear you were deaf in.

“Can it even hurt if you’re deaf?”

“Yeah! Doesn’t mean it’s gone numb to the feeling,” you pout, looking at him as he sets his chin on your shoulder. Logan giggles from FaceTime. He’s set up somewhere, Williams blue all around him that makes you avert your gaze but continue talking to him nonetheless. “Ugh. Logan, I almost killed Lando.”

“She threw a can of Red Bull at him,” Oscar clarifies, to his rather shocked-looking boyfriend and courting partner. To his credit, it takes a few seconds before Logan starts to cackle.

“It was empty!” You protest back, but there’s a wide smile on your face as you hazard a glance at your former partner. “He was being a little bitch!”

“Should I be offended I didn’t get the same treatment my first day?” Logan’s voice crackles and his face is frozen on the screen with a mix of a confused look and smirk, before serenading both of you with a jumbled, robotic mess before the call abruptly ends.

“Stupid wifi,” Oscar mumbles, pulling the phone away to text his boyfriend to see what happened. You just settle back into your side of the nest, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift off while Oscar’s comforting scent wafts over in you waves. You could just about fall asleep when there’s a gentle knock at the door, followed by Andrea poking his head in.

He blinks at the two of you. You blink back at him, already knowing you won't be able to take a much-needed like you had originally planned.

“Ah! Ms Lauda— can I speak with you for a second?”

“Can I do it from here?” you try to press yourself deeper into Oscar’s nest. You’d need to find a place to make one here— a nice, private room. Somewhere you can easily reapply your scent blockers and can fully surrender to your instincts until you were comfortable with more people knowing about your designation. “Took off my blockers.”

“Of course. I just wanted to check in, make sure everything was alright after… how the meeting went.”

There’s a hearty pause. As if he can tell you’re thinking over your words carefully.

“It certainly… went.”

“Ah. And… no other comments?”

“I meant what I said. You baby Lando.” You shift slightly. Tiredly. Giving the team principal the trademark Lauda stare from where you’re comfortably curled into the nest. So soft, yet so harsh at the same time.

“Then it’s a good thing you’re here to fix that,” Andrea smiles politely at you, and ducks out of the room without another word. You just settle deeper into Oscar’s nest, wondering what in the hell you’d gotten yourself into. The only thing on your mind when you finally manage to fall asleep is how much you miss your mother's fresh peach cobbler.

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 11 months ago

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Daddy’s Girl

Dean Winchester & daughter!reader

Synopsis: your life growing up as Dean’s daughter (ignores cannon)

You were born of Dean’s short-lived relationship with Lisa. When he was forced to leave his family behind to keep them safe, he was also forced to take you with him. He’d wanted to leave you, to keep you safe, but with Lisa and Ben’s memories wiped of him, you got wiped with him.

“I’m sorry,” Castiel said as Dean held you in his arms. “There’s no way to erase you without erasing her, too.”

Despite how much Dean wanted to keep you safe, he couldn’t find it in himself to regret how things turned out.

…

Sam pursed his lips, and Dean couldn’t hold back his laugh when he spotted his brother covered in broccoli.

You started giggling when you noticed your father’s smile, but Dean clamped his mouth shut when he saw you laughing.

“Hey now,” he scolded, trying desperately to look stern despite still being able to see the broccoli in Sam’s hair. “Don’t throw food.”

“Is yucky!” You whined, kicking your feet.

Dean gave you his signature ‘dad glare’ and you gave him the puppy eyes that he was convinced Sammy taught you just to drive him nuts.

Neither of you were willing to give in, far too stubborn for anyone’s good. Finally, Sam broke the awkward silence.

“How about we try a new veggie?”

…

“What are you watching?”

Dean tore his eyes away from the screen to see Sam standing in the doorway.

“Saw, why?”

Sam scoffed, “Do you think she’s old enough for that?” He gestured to five-year-old you, curled up in your dad’s arms.

“She’s out like a light, she has no clue what’s going on,” Dean assured him.

“So what, she’s your new stuffed animal?” Sam chuckled.

“It’s called parenting, Sammy. Now shut up, you’re gonna wake her up.”

…

“Daddy, look!”

Dean rubbed his hands over his face, closing the lore book in front of him when you came bounding into the war room.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” He asked, his voice thick with exhaustion as he lifted you into his lap.

“I maked the Impala,” you grinned, showing off a pencil sketch of Baby colored in with a black crayon. “Uncle Sammy only helped a little.”

Dean could tell from the detail of the drawing that Sam helped more than a little, but he didn’t care.

“This is great!” He praised. “Baby would be so proud, looks almost as good as her.”

You giggled. “Can I hang it on the fridge?”

“I think it’d be a crime if we didn’t,” Dean insisted, standing up with you in his arms so he could carry you to the kitchen.

…

“Dad!”

Dean staggered back in surprise when ten-year-old you launched yourself into his arms the moment he stepped into the bunker.

“Hey kid,” he chuckled, but his smile dropped when he noticed your strangled breaths, and how tightly you were clinging to him. “You ok? We weren’t gone that lon-“

“Someone’s in the bunker,” you whispered, and Dean now also noticed that you were shaking.

“What?” He demanded, lowering you to the ground and grabbing his gun with one hand, keeping his other hand on your shoulder protectively.

“I-I heard footsteps,” you stammered, still trying to catch your breath. “So I ran, and-and I was looking for a place to hide when you opened the door.”

“You’re sure it was footsteps?”

“I know what I heard!” Your stammer left you when your fear turned to annoyance.

“Ok, ok,” Dean soothed. “I believe you. Now, I want you to go and hide in my room, ok? Stay there, and don’t open the door unless it’s me, understand?”

“B-but…” you glanced around nervously, unwilling to let go of your father.

“I need you to do this,” Dean said. “I need you safe, ok? You’re gonna be fine.”

You nodded, but Dean’s jacket was still clenched between your fingers.

“C’mon now, go!” Dean gave your arm a gentle push, and as soon as the two of you were no longer touching you seemed spurned into action. You ran in the other direction, headed straight for your dad’s room.

Once the door was closed and locked behind you, you immediately went to sit on Dean’s bed, your arms wrapped around your knees as you tried hard to stop your trembling.

You assured yourself over and over again that your dad would take care of it; he’d get the intruder out, and it would all be ok. When you heard footsteps echoing through the hall, your heart lifted, sure that your dad was coming to get you.

But then the doorknob jiggled as someone tried to open it. It stopped, but still no knock came, no “hey, it’s me,” from Dean; nothing.

Until with a loud bang! the door flew free of its hinges.

You scrambled back with a cry of surprise, and your hand found something hard under Dean’s pillow. You snatched it up as the intruder—a tall man with blond hair and a dark suit—stalked towards you.

You lifted the object, surprised when you saw that it was Dean’s gun.

“St-stay back!” You warned. The man hesitated for only a second before continuing his advance towards you.

“You don’t have the guts,” he scoffed. He took one more step—he was only a couple of feet away—and reached out to grab you.

The gun kicked back in your hands as you fired, and you nearly dropped it. A look of morbid shock crossed the man’s face, but it only lasted for a brief second as he slumped to the ground at the side of Dean’s bed.

Your whole body was shaking. Your hands didn’t seem able to let go of the gun. You could feel blood on your face where it had splattered.

“Sweetheart?”

Your whole body flinched at the sound of your father’s voice. He was in the center of the room—you hadn’t even noticed him come in—and his hands were held out towards you.

“Sweetheart, give me the gun.”

Your hands went limp when Dean grabbed the gun. He tossed it onto his bed, his attention never leaving your face, which was turned towards the dead man on the floor.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me,” Dean demanded. Your eyes slowly found your father’s, afraid of what you might find there. But there was no anger, or judgment, not even surprise. There was only comfort, maybe a little worry.

“Let’s go,” Dean said, lifting you into his arms. When he saw you staring at the dead man, he cradled the back of your head in his hand and pushed your face against his shoulder as he carried you out of the room.

“I killed him.”

Your voice came out muffled against Dean’s shirt, and Dean’s heart constricted at the quaver in your voice.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he soothed, subconsciously rocking you in his arms like he used to do when you could barely crawl. “He was gonna hurt you, you defended yourself. You did nothing wrong.” Dean sighed. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I didn’t want you to have to do that.”

“I killed somebody,” you said again, and Dean’s arms tightened around you. He knew he couldn’t talk you out of this; not yet, you were still in shock. So he’d do the only thing he could.

“It’s gonna be ok, baby,” he soothed. “I promise.”

…

“Where is that girl?”

“You lookin for Y/N?” Sam asked as Dean wandered around the bunker.

“Unless we’ve got another girl living here I don’t know about,” Dean shot back.

Sam just rolled his eyes.

“She’s in the library doing homework.”

“Again?” Dean shook his head. “I think I’ve let her spend too much time with you, she’s becoming quite the nerd.”

“Don’t look at me,” Sam chuckled. “I told her to take a break like an hour ago. That nerdy behavior is all her.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean closed the book in front of Sam. “You both need a break.”

“Ok,” Sam shrugged. “Good luck, she’s just as stubborn as you.”

“We’ll see.”

…

“Hey!” You yelped in surprise when your dad lifted you up and out of your chair, Sam watching from the doorway with a grin on his face.

“No more books, you two have spent too much time being nerds this week.”

“But I have a paper to write!”

“You mean that paper you told me is due in three weeks?”

“Well…”

“Uh huh,” Dean said. “You’ve got time, so take a break.”

“On one condition; we watch Lord of the Rings.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sam cut in.

“Oh come on,” Dean groaned. “Could you two be bigger nerds?”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want to watch it,” you giggled, trying to squirm out of Dean’s hold since he still hadn’t put you down.

“I don’t remember asking for your input,” Dean huffed, setting you down on your bed and digging his fingers into your stomach. You squealed in surprise as your dad tickled you. “And I certainly didn’t ask for your sass!”

“Who-who do you thin-think taught it to me!” You giggled, squirming as Dean didn’t let up.

“Hey now!” Dean scoffed. “Now you’re just asking for it.”

Dean continued to scratch and poke at your sides, your stomach, and your neck until your face was bright red and your laughter was silent.

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he let up, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way towards the Dean cave, Sam following behind.

“Yo-hou’re mean,” you giggled.

Dean just chuckled.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

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starrvsn · 10 months ago

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౨ৎ BEWITCHED ⠆OSCAR PIASTRI 𖥻81 !

PAIRING ⠆singer-celeb!(oc)reader x oscar piastri, exes-to-lovers!au.

FACECLAIM ⠆laufey

ᵎᵎ EVERYTHING IS FICTION ㅤᵕ̈

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WHEN WAS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME Y/N AND OSCAR WERE TOGETHER WAY BACK WHEN ??????

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﹫daydrmer WAIT WHAT???

⤷ ﹫ynnation i thought this was common knowledge 😭

⤷ ﹫daydrmer common knowledge for who !? y/n has always been so private about her relationships

﹫ynluvbot only the real ones know 🤞🏽

﹫81piastri RUE WHEN WAS THIS ???

⤷ ﹫dwnuderpiastri before his F1 debut apparently

﹫lan4norris PLS i need to know what happened between them

﹫oskrttt81 omg why do i feel like he would listen to her music before races 😭

⤷ ﹫vrmvroomf1 me when im delusional

⤷ ﹫mcclarenboys4lyfe imagine his tech just playing her music over the radio during a race 😭

⤷ ﹫koalaop81 bro would have war flashbacks 😭😭

﹫magnolia.sanna yeah she def wrote songs about him

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a little update on y/n and oscar! after ALOT of digging i found an archived post from oscars instagram.

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oscarpiastri my baby is so talented 🤍

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﹫f1goss the nosiest person award goes to 🏆

⤷ ﹫ynsannasource girl please you're a gossip page

⤷ ﹫f1goss got me with that...

﹫magnolia.sanna FUCK she had to have written at least half the album about him

⤷ ﹫livefastpiastri what love will do to you is definitely about him omg

﹫papaya.mclrn does anyone know why they broke up? or like how long they were together for?

⤷ ﹫prettiestyn apparently, this is what i heard at the time but they both had mutually agreed to part ways because y/n was gaining so much traction on her music career and oscar was beginning his f1 career that following year. especially since they were long distance for majority of their relationship a lot of people thought it was really straining them from doing what they wanted, not sure how long they were together for tho

⤷ ﹫dreamingofyn i think they were together almost 4 years

﹫pasteypiastri new oscar lore just dropped

﹫ferralforyn i love the oscar and yn crumbs

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ynsanna hi everyone! my single ‘dear soulmate’ is out now <3 listen in on where ever you stream your music, i love you all so much thank you for always supporting me mwah 🩷

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bewitchedluv babe wake up!!! new y/n single just dropped!!!

piastri81bakery OSCAR IN THE LIKES ??!

⤷ fan11 FUCK BROS LURKING

⤷ fan12 wonder how he feels being someone’s muse 😩

alex_albon loved the song!!

⤷ 23lexbon ALEX WHAT ARE YOU DOING HEREE ??

⤷ lilyhme﹫23lexbon i put him on hahah

⤷ lilyhme﹫alex_albon ....WAIT YOU LISTENED WITHOUT ME ????

landonorris guys-guys what happening to me *turns into a warewolf*

⤷ lan4norris oh! okay…

⤷ bestiepierre10 trying to steal pierre’s brand i see

⤷ pierregasly can't outdo the doer i fear

georgerussel63 the feelings i felt listening to this

⤷ logansargeant alex blasting this on full volume in the garage got everyone in their feels

⤷ lilyhme i know there had to be a mechanic that cried

feelsforf1 they way half the grid is here 😭

⤷ alex_albon i put them on what can i say ??

⤷ lilyhme NO i put them on, give me my flowers >:^(

⤷ ashmartini148 damn near everyone but oscar 😭

yndoll yeah this song is def about oscar

charles_leclarc collab ???

⤷ fan04 PLEASE THIS HAS TO HAPPEN

⤷ fan05 I CAN DIE IN PEACE IF IT DOES

⤷ fan06 this and oscar and yn getting back together will be enough for me

danielricciardo cried during my workout, thanks y/n !

⤷ lance_stroll no pain no gain 🦾

fan07 everything is slowly falling in place…

fan10 hope oscar listens to this and comes crawling back because i would

fan09 the feral need for them to get back together is crazy

﹫ethunreal they way everyone is psychoanalyzing the song

⤷ ﹫starletyn what is there to analyze tho…. it is about him

﹫048122 yeah she’s so not over him like girl let him go

⤷ ﹫prettiestyn they split to focus on their careers like good for them but fuck i wouldn’t be over him too if i saw them everywhere

﹫mistyskies no because y/n was the reason i got into racing when she was with him during formula 2 and now he’s in f1 like it doesn’t feel right without her

﹫stellarf1 okay but the whole paddock under her comment section???

⤷ ﹫fan11 speaks volumes imo 👀

⤷ ﹫fan they def know about them being together

﹫yukipookie does he even have feelings for her still like… it’s giving one sided

⤷ ﹫sonnamyheart naw her music plays everywhere he def thinks about her

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ynsanna new location unlocked: monza! thank you for ferrari for inviting ❤️

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fan14 guess the collab will be happening

fan15 can literally smell a collab from the fourth slide

alex_albon it was so nice meeting you!

⤷ lilyhme criminal that you met her before i did

⤷ alex_albon i facetimed you and you didn’t answer… sounds like your fault

⤷ lilyhme blocked and deleted

estibestie we all know what this means right???

⤷ leclarc16wishes charles is on his way to steal oscars girl??

⤷ fan16 NO YN&OSCAR LOVE REDEMPTION

fan17 they had to have crossed paths PLS

landonorris no fair >:(( come to mclaren garage next time!

⤷ ynsanna invite?

⤷ fan12 SLY LANDO NORRIS

⤷ fan13 we all know what youre doing

georgerussell you’re lucky you make phenomenal music, it was lovely seeing you!

carlossainz55 y/n is so much prettier in person, muy bonita!

⤷ fan18 oscar is punching air i know it

⤷ fan19 yeaaa shoot ur shot carloss

francisca.cgomes please come to more races!!! i had an amazing time speaking with you

⤷ ynsanna we’ll have to see… but it was so lovely meeting you 🤍

fan20 oscar needs to do something asap before one of the others take her

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﹫fan21 OKAY ITS HAPPENING

﹫fan22 omg my manifesting did work

﹫fan23 so deserved omg

﹫fan24 i love this for them :’)

﹫fan25 their stories too, they def were togetherrr

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landonorris tfti :(

danielricciardo glad my pep talk actually worked :D #aussiebrothers4lyfe

loganseargent bro licked the plate clean

y/n's story replies

maudeapataw IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

georgerussell having dinner with the man you wrote your song about i see

yourbff ya'll didn't talk at all or look at each other during the grand prix but you'll have dinner with him??? respect.

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ynsanna enchantment in the air

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aussiepiastri81 i wonder who that is on the second slide

ynfan bruh is that george russell i thought we were rooting for oscar ???

⤷ starletyn girl...

magnolia.sanna OUR RED STRING LOVERS

pierregasly the seals look just like yuki!

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 cute?

⤷ pierregasly no, small and lazy.

⤷ ynsanna pls take your beef else where ❤️

⤷ pierregasly y/n who do you think is cuter me or yuki

⤷ ynsanna please don't make this into a competition

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 we won't because if we did i'd win :)

pasteypiastri pov: everyone knows who you're with but you soft launch reguardless

⤷ sonnamyhear and i'd eat it up, bones and all

landonorris tfti :(

⤷ oscarpisatri your fomo is honestly concerning

⤷ landonorris surprised you know what fomo means.

⤷ oscarpisatri i'm not like checo relax

⤷ schecoperez ouch :(

⤷ fan26 OSCAR UPGRADED FROM LURKING IN THE LIKES TO COMMENTING LFGG

sanpiastriluver y/n and oscars stories just one day apart :)

fan27 using y/n's song is soooo obvious, i love it.

fan28 just because you don't put the artist doesn't mean we don't know who's singing

fan29 bro fr said out of sight out of mind

fan30 they're just making it to easy atp

⤷ username a little to easy

fan31 the song choice is so cute :')

fan32 why do i feel like the soft launching was probably oscars idea

⤷ username it probably was LOL

⤷ username a peak introvert moment

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oscarpiastri always find your way back home 🫂

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dreamypiastri the hannah montana reference ????

⤷ sannamyheart knowing y/n she probably forced him to watch it

⤷ ynsanna and he loved every second of it

yndreamland is this a dream ????

pookieyuki oscar hard launching before y/n??

⤷ alex_albon lando owes me $50 now

⤷ f1kisses LMAO NO WAY THEY BETTED

⤷ landonorris thought i knew my teammate better than this 😣

ynsanna just a girl and her baguette 🤭

⤷ oscarpiastri me or the baguette?

⤷ ynsanna ...next question

danielricciardo remember me when yall get married, knowing i helped get you two back together again

⤷ rickycado03 in daniel we trust !!!!

landonorris no thanks lando for the picture of us???

⤷ ynsanna you crashed our date :(

⤷ landonorris … i wouldn’t say crashed i like to think i made it better oscar is boring anyways

⤷ ynsanna we were having much fun before you came thank you very much >:^(

⤷ alex_albon yeah y/n defend your man !!!!!!

⤷ landonorris who's side are you on ?????

⤷ alex_albon not yours duh.

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ynsanna home sweet home 🤍

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oscarpiastri and i wouldn't have it any other way ❤️

⤷ ynsanna never again 🤍

yourbff MY BABIES ARE BACK TOGETHER AGAINNNN

ynnation its like nothing ever happened :''')

fan33 so cute 🥹

mclaren you're welcome whenever you like y/n!

⤷ pookieyuki our certified wag

⤷ starletyn yn supremacy !!

fan35 epitome of red string lovers

fan34 you guys are so cute i think i might be sick

lilyhme you guys are the cutest couple ever !!

⤷ alex_albon cuter than us?

⤷ lilyhme hush you

logansargeant in my mind you guys were always together, glad to see you back 🫡

⤷ ynsanna logan :''(

⤷ landonorris words to make a grown man cry fr

danielricciardo i will be the best man at yall's wedding right :)

⤷ landonorris get in line buddy

⤷ alex_albon the mc more like....

georgerussel63 still cannot believe you all thought i was the one dating yn

⤷ ynfan not my proudest moment...

⤷ oscarpiastri we don't even look alike too

⤷ georgerussel63 yeah, im much taller and better looking

maxverstappen1 does this mean we all get to watch y/n when she goes on tour??

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tiredofthehumanlife · 11 months ago

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all of the above.😈

Warning: strange and peculiar behavior, whimpering pussy boy Luke, i never read nor watched Percy Jackson i have no lore, don’t treat real people like this it’s probably abusive, i hoped this pleases you anon I’m new to this side business ngl, hmu if you hate it and wanna burn me alive and I’m only speaking to anon no one else thanks guys, sexual? Content, bon appétit ig

Luke was a splendid boyfriend. He brings you the flowers he finds on his walks. Luke always has a plate for you already made for you by the time you wake up for breakfast. He spars with you, like a true gentlemen. Luke smiles at you the second he finds your eyes in a room. Luke was so caring and gentle to you. He just wanted to please you and make you smile. However, he messed up this morning. Acted entirely disrespectful. You know you deserve better, you know he can do better, so you may or may not have been upset at him the whole entire day. When Luke asked to spar with you, you said “oh so sorry I’m busy.” Luke’s smile dropped. He looked away from you to hide the already forming pout. When Luke looks back to you, he’s smiling again but you can see his passion behind it has dissapered.

Good.

It’s what Luke deserves after this morning. Then when he left to go on walk, Luke moved to give you his regular ‘see you after my walk in think you’re cool love you until my last breath exists my lungs and the earth takes back my body I think you’re cool talk to you later babe :)’ kiss on the cheek. You wiped it away with the back of your hand without looking up from your book. You heard him let out a sad ‘oh’ no louder than a very small cricket on his last breath singing to his long lost gay cricket lover. You didn’t mind him. You knew if you looked into Luke’s sad puppy eyes right now you’d lose all determination and cave. Luke seemed to know this too because he kept bumping your cheek with his nose. You groaned and pushed him away. You turned your back to him as you repositioned in your seat, continuing your book. You heard his feet slowly slink away in defeat.

Finally, when Luke returned from his walk with a handful of flowers he found, you didn’t wait for him by your usual tree. After Luke finally found you in the same spot he left you, nose stuck in your book. Luke ran over to you showcasing his bouquet to you. You didn’t look up from your book. Luke noticed but he assumed you were just finishing your sentence. When you turned your page and silently continued reading, he felt his stomach drop. He didn’t know what he did to upset you but he knew he wanted to make it up to you.

So after he whined and begged you to just look at him and tell him what he did, you caved. Not without a little just a tad punishment. After you finally told him what upset you he promised to make it up to you. He’d “do anything” in his words. So you had him entirely naked on his knees. Staring up at you. You kept all your clothes on, making the power imbalance entirely clear to him. You made him hold his hands behind his back. If he even so much as moved his pinkie you took a step back away from him. When he was good, you moved closer to him. Luke had pathetic apologies slipping off his tongue every second you weren’t touching him. Which was a lot considering he seemed to be a very bad boy tonight. His dick achingly ignored, pressing against his stomach.

“You’ll be good now, right baby?” Luke quickly nodded at your words. You tut as you noticed him looking away from you, exactly what you told him not to do. He noticed his mistake instantly and met your eyes again. You saw tears brimming in Luke’s water line. Pathetic. A sinful grin creeped up your face as you slowly tilted your head down to his. Luke let out a whimper as he felt your breath fall over his lips.

“Say you’re sorry.” You whisper, taunting him with your mouth just millimeters from his. Luke repeated his apology over and over again sounding more and more pitiful with each breath. When you leaned back he sobbed. Luke stared up at you with pleading eyes. You saw his tears had fallen down his cheeks, following the path of his scar. Luke looked so heartbroken and he was whispering out pleads between his sobs. You gently raised your hand to his cheek, wiping away his tears. Luke leaned into your hand and moaned at the feeling. You hummed. You ask him in a whisper if he’s learned his lesson.

“Yes, yes. Gods please, touch me, please.” He kisses your palm over and over hoping it will win you over more. You smile and pull your hand back. Luke groans and his shoulders sink. He knows better than to break your eye contact. You tilt your head and clasp your hands behind your back, mocking him. Luke whines and closes his eyes a brief second before snapping his eyes open again. Luke wanted to be good. You gave him a sympathetic look, mocking him even more. You decide to give him a little grace and lean back down towards his lips. He leans his face higher up just barely brushing his lips against yours. Luke begged the gods you’d move your head down just a little bit lower so he can feel you properly. He can’t reach you without breaking your rules. He’d have to use his hands or get off his knees to get to you. Luke cried more when you back away.

“I’m not touching you until after tomorrow’s breakfast and you prove to me you will be good.” With your terribly unfair punishment stated, you left. You walked to your cabin and slept wonderfully. Luke’s never felt more pathetic sobbing on his knees in the middle of his empty cabin. He went to bed after some time. The next morning he was on his best behavior, so you rewarded him very well after everyone was certainly busy. Luke never stole your bacon again. Unless he wanted the punishment.

#luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson x reader #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #save me a seat in hell #ekko look over there

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offbrandhandymanny · 2 months ago

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The Aftermath (and Pony)

Here is pt 5 (i think?) , this one is not very good so PLS give me ideas

The next day Cherry wakes up to a weird vibe in the house

Soda refuses to leave the room and Darrel won't leave his room

She asks Soda why he won’t leave his room

He tells her about the argument

Cherry feels so guilty about what happened

She feels like shes driving a wedge between the two brothers

She tells Soda that he doesn't have to be apart of the babies life if he doesn't want to (especially if its breaking up the family)

She doesn't want Soda and Darrel to hate each other

Soda explains that he really wants to be apart of the babies life and he’s gonna do everything he can for the baby (and cherry obvi)

Ponyboy gets home from being with Johnny and immediately notices that the vibes are off in the house

He walks into his and Soda’s shared room and is SHOCKED when he sees Cherry and Soda laying together

Bro is actually shocked (jaw is physically dropped)

Soda and Cherry jolt up so quickly

Their all just silent for a minute

“WHAT THE FUCK”

Cherry leaves the room and goes to the living room to give them some privacy

“WHAT THE FUCK SODA?! ARE YOU GUYS DATING? SINCE WHEN”

Soda gives Pony the CherryCola lore

Pony is feeling so many emotions

He’s pissed cause Soda’s dating the girl he likes

But also is happy for Soda cause he found someone after the whole Sandy situation

Once Pony relaxes a bit he asks Soda why the vibes are off in the house

He asks if its because Darry found out that their dating

“No, Cherrys pregnant Little Colt”

“WHATTHEFUCK”

(If only Darrel could hear the amount of cursing Pony was saying)

Pony is now trying to wrap his over the so much new information that he just received

1. Soda is dating his crush

2. Soda got his crush pregnant

3. He is gonna be an uncle

Pony and Soda just sit there for a while silently before Cherry comes in

She asks Pony how he feels about the whole situation

Pony doesnt know how he feels but says he’s happy for them

Pony and Cherry go to the kitchen to make breakfast (cause if Soda did he would dye them blue)

Soda stays in the room while they cook, but joins them to eat

Later that day Pony and Cherry go to the library

Cherry reads pregnancy books (hidden behind magazines) and Pony reads some good book (lord knows its probably great expectation)

Cherry signs out the pregnancy books so can read them to Soda

While Cherry and Pony are out, Soda tries his best to reach Darrel

Darrel is just in his room sitting doing absolutely nothing

Soda and Darrel understand each side which helps them reconcile

Soda just sits on the edge of the bed and starts SOBBING because he's so scared of messing the baby up

Darry just hugs him and tells him they’re gonna figure it out together

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wannab-urs · 10 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

Doing my own thing with WIP Wednesday this week and combining a couple typical tag games.

Step one: Post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

Loser, Baby - Dieter x Frankie

“Frankie, man, I just feel like such a fucking loser. I cannot get my shit together,” Dieter whines into the phone. He drums his fingers on the table top in front of him, contemplating ordering another whiskey. “News flash, Dee. You are a loser,” Frankie’s reply crackles through the speaker. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “You’re calling me from a bar. You are literally addicted to cocaine, smoke too much weed, and rarely go more than 24 hours without getting piss drunk. What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know, man.” Dieter trails off. He drains the last few ice cubes in the tumbler. “Reassure me? Make me feel better? You’re my fucking sponsor.” “We’re both losers, Dee. We met in NA for fucks sake, it’s not like I’ve always had my shit together.” “Will you come get me?” Dieter’s voice is pathetically whiny. He feels stupid for even needing to call, and now he’s asking for this. “Course. Give me 15. Don’t order another drink.” The line goes dead and Dieter saunters up to the bar to order another and wait for Frankie.

Din/Ez Mandalorian rewrite (to be titled later)

(this would be the end of episode/chapter 1) “Well. They said 40 years old.” “This does look to be our target,” the droid quips. IG raises his blaster as if to shoot the sleeping man. “No. We'll bring him in alive.” “The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.” He raises his blaster again, but Din is faster. Before the IG unit can even register his movement, there’s a hole in its head. The bounty is sleeping on the floor, a pile of ragged blankets serving as a bed. He’s missing an arm, the stump wrapped in dirty bandages. Din toes him with his boot, keeping his blaster trained on him. The man doesn’t wake up. Din kicks him a bit harder and he still doesn’t stir. He picks the man up and heaves him over his shoulders. He carries him out to the blurg Kuill let him keep and ties him to its back like a saddlebag. It’s a long walk back to the ship.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes = 15 minutes of writing)

Additionally, if you want to pick my brain about either one, I have a decent bit of lore planned out. Feel free to shoot me an ask or drop a comment <3

Tags: @chronically-ghosted @sp00kymulderr @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @burntheedges @beskarandblasters @pedgito @covetyou @jupiter-soups @toxic-seduction @futuraa-free @nerdieforpedro @kennysbellbottoms @valoxwayward @qveerthe0ry @rhoorl @party-hearses @rebel-held @dancingtotuyo @sin-djarin @littlegrungegirlaf @perotovar @javierpenaispunk @magpiepills @whatsnewalycat @schnarfer @heareball @always-andromeda @bitchwitch1981 @mothandpidgeon @all-the-way-down-here

#tag games #wip wednesday #poll

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amanita-muscaria-lover · 6 months ago

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Libby Reads Trials of Apollo: The Tower of Nero

~spoilers below the cut~

"On Nero's own now do your lives depend" ??

Celtic deities huh? New series pls

I love Clueless Apollo/Lester

"Choo choos were more Hephaestus's thing."

Bro leave Percy and his family alone 😭😭

Estelle Blofis-Jackson?!?! Nvm nvm never stop bugging Percy

So the next (presumably three) PJO books are running at the same time as ToA

Percy's gonna find out about Jason when he gets to Camp Jupiter 💔

Sally and Paul are literally so nice wtf

Nero is literally crazy wtf wtf

"With luck, I'll survive." JESUS

Of course Nero has more Greek fire than anyone else

Grey Sisters appearance!!

Will and Nico !!!!!!

Stop talking about Jason stop it 💔

I actually adore Will Solace

Bianca mention 😭

Babe wake up Nico lore just dropped

Will is a Star Wars fan let's goooo

"My boyfriend..." GODS THEY'RE CUTE

Luguselwa!!!

Fuck Nero

Luguselwa?? 🥺

I physically cannot handle Ghost Jason help

God fuck Nero is such a manipulator

Loving Luguselwa's fork and knife hands (my baby 🥺)

NICOOOOO

Austin and Kayla let's gooooo

Apollo/Lester going after Meg is just awesome

MEG IS APOLLO'S ROLE MODEL AHH

Nero stopping Nico's blade is beyond horrifying wtf wtf

WILL AND LUGUSELWA AND RACHEL LET'S GOOOOOOO

"No one hits my boyfriend." Yes sir 🫡🫡🫡

Loving Rachel having a larger role in this series

The troglodytes deserve all the hats in the world I love them sm

Blue plastic hairbrush mention?!

Lester crying over how grown up Meg seemed kills me

Robbie Daymond's voice for Python is legit insane and so perfect

Arrow of Dodona 🫡🥺

Missing Lester rn (I think Apollo is too)

Screw Zeus (Hera a little less I guess ?)

Apollo defending the Arrow of Dodona to the Grove 💔💔 tears tears tears

WISE GIRL WISE GIRL

Marine Biology. I fucking knew it. He's gonna stick with that trust me

Percy talking about Jason -> 💔🥺💔🥺💔

Percy talking about Estelle -> ❤️😘❤️😘❤️

Bi Piper?? Lesbian Piper?? Okay slay

Aeithales sounds like my ideal living space. Curtains of hanging vines? Yes please.

"The sun always comes back."

We're friends? Oh okay 🥺🥺

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ochrearia · 3 months ago

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Little Brother Turned Littler

Catastrophic levels of Ochre dropping YS being a Guardian Angel lore in the most random bonding one shot. Gee if only I had a job to pour all this focus and dedication into instead of brainrotting on tumblr dot com /silly

BFs in this one-shot: fc!BF (Boyf, Gold's), Yourself (YS)

There was a pleasant fog in his mind, swirling softly as he regained his thoughts. Weird. YS didn’t remember falling asleep, and it was surprising that he even had to begin with. What had he been doing earlier? Wow, he couldn't remember. That was new. Since when did he get into enough of a deep sleep to lose grip on the actions before? Why was he slow to wake up properly this time?

It felt like he was on the couch. TV? No, it was off, so he hadn’t been watching anything. YS supposed he could’ve been mindlessly scrolling on his phone again. It would be discarded somewhere nearby. But that wasn’t where his attention lay- the more he fell away from his slumber, the more he became aware of something.

Someone was running a hand through his hair. Soft and consistent, leaving small trails of wonderful warmth across his scalp as it went. YS, without really thinking about it, eagerly nuzzled his head up into the hand. More, that felt so nice, more please…

Hold on. Who was here? Only seemed like one person as far as he could tell. There were soft but mischievous chuckles from the culprit, most likely amused by his eagerness. Fuck, right, what the hell was he doing being so vulnerable? If he had a guest, how did he have the audacity to doze off so heavily?

YS pulled his eyes open, ignoring how much his brain really did not want to pull away from the hair petting. Somehow he’d ended up in such a ridiculous position, and he suddenly felt like nothing more than a stuffed animal.

Right, he was starting to remember now.

Boyf had come over. There was no reason to speak of, but it wasn’t like any of them had an underlying reason to come by anymore. Sure, he was still a comfort to them, and they’d come by sometimes to benefit from it. But they still continued to show up because they could. YS probably wouldn’t ever get over that.

Hanging around, being close without having to hold much of a conversation. That had been fine. But then Boyf had started humming, and YS still couldn’t really tell if it had been purposeful or not. But god dammit, that proved to be another way to incapacitate him now. Just like how he would hum to any of them when he was trying to calm and comfort them, it did the same for him. But because of his rampant insomnia, he was always tired. So if any of them returned the favor it was knocking his ass out embarrassingly fast.

Boyf was holding him to his chest like a teddy bear. What the hell. Clearly after he’d dozed off, the other decided pulling him onto his lap to hold him like a baby while he slept was the best plan. Did he just not care about how embarrassing that was to wake up to? Probably not. Despite knowing YS was awake now he didn’t bother to stop petting through his hair, or to let him go for that matter.

“...How long was I out?” YS mumbled after a few minutes of not moving either. He was praying that it wouldn't be pointed out later.

“Uhhh… maybe two hours, give or take?” Boyf responded innocently, grip suddenly tightening when he felt YS cringe with utter embarrassment. “Don’t get all worked up over it, man. Glad to help you rest. Sleep’s important, even for indignant softies in denial.”

YS groaned. “Fuck. Did you do that on purpose? You’re all figuring out too quickly that I’m weak to siren song behavior.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” He was playing around with it. Boyf was grinning even though YS couldn’t see his face. “Worth it, honestly. You got some nice rest, didn’t you? I think you did, you were leaning so heavily into me I thought you were going to start melting. You fell asleep so fast, it was hilarious. I’m sooooo going to be doing this again.”

What a fucking asshole. YS whined, pushing his nose into Boyf’s shoulder as he felt his shapeshifting go rogue again. This power was such a goddamn hazard.

“Oh please, do shrink, glad to know that you’re eager about your teddy bear status. Still haven’t left my hug either!” Boyf mused wickedly.

“Fuck you.” YS hissed, finally pulling away enough to see the smug look on his face. “Can’t you waste this menace energy on someone else? Go have another fight with Beefer or something, I didn’t do shit to deserve this target on my back.”

“You were the one who put the target on your own back the second you decided to make yourself known. Sounds like a you problem, buddy!” Boyf snarked back immediately. “Get more embarrassed, I want you to shrink more for my own amusement.”

Oh fuck no. YS was not playing into this shit this time. He ignored the tease, focusing all his energy on keeping control of his damn shapeshifting, getting back to his normal height. “Not this time you little shitter. I know you all embarrass me on purpose now, I’m practicing fighting off the auto-small whatever the fuck that happens.”

“No fun.” Boyf thought with a playful sigh. “Still funny that your so-called power ends up betraying you more often than not though. Would be interesting to have the ability to shapeshift whenever you want. Why don’t you really use it?”

“I mean, there’s not really much I need to be doing with it?” YS responded, shrugging. “You can ask Biff about how I would fuck around and over-exaggerate my jaw when singing when we first met. Really, honestly, no reason for me to do it. It only made me look even more creepy. Eugh, and the whole bone ignoring stuff, yeah I never really used it for anything important.”

“So lame. Biff getting to gatekeep all this shit about you. I think I’ve figured out what that little secret was but I haven’t tested my theory yet. You should be grateful I haven’t, if it’s what I think it is.”

“ANYway…” YS redirected immediately. He was not risking this conversation again. “Now you’ve got me thinking. You said having shapeshifting would be interesting, why haven’t you… tried borrowing it? Biff borrowed my magic before and I didn’t even know he could. I’m not really sure how he did it either, but if he could, maybe the rest of you can…?”

The look on Boyf’s face. Oh, YS was going to regret saying that, wasn’t he?

“Hooooly shit. I’m gonna try. Imagine that we start using it to be taller than your dumbass, not such a BIG brother then are you?”

“Don’t push it.” YS sniffed, amused. “Don’t you like being a little brother? I very aptly remember you being jealous that you didn’t get to be one sooner. If you make yourself taller than me then you can’t really be a little brother, now can you?”

Gotcha. Boyf shot him a playful glare. “Fine then. You know what? I’ve been sitting here for two hours with a big sleepy baby making me unable to move, and now I’m tired. I’m going to become small and now you're going to have to deal with a koala bear with an iron grip. Idiot.”

“Motherfucker-”

Well, YS didn’t have a chance to protest. Boyf figured out the trick to borrowing magic scarily fast, and within less than a minute the moron was using it, shrinking to the point YS was now towering over him. The fallen angel didn’t even get a chance to properly move before Boyf channeled his inner bug and crawled his way around, jumping on his back and hugging tightly.

“Fucker!” YS shouted again. He didn’t actually mind, but he wrapped his hands back to push Boyf up higher onto his shoulders instead, just to destroy the risk of the idiot finding his scars. He was not having another one find those. “Well now what? You can’t stay here forever, you’ve already spent hours doing fuck all.”

“Figure it out dumbass!” Boyf managed to shout, nuzzling his face into the top of YS’s head. “You can’t send me back to my world, I’m not in it, so you can’t get there!”

“Actually…” YS remembered suddenly. “I can. But you’d have to be the one to tell your mirror-walking to drag me with you. Beef did it once, I was uh- well, I wasn’t having a good time let’s say. He straight up just pulled me through the mirror with him back to his own apartment. And I didn’t bring my microphone with me. So it can work, actually.”

“Oh shit. Why don’t you ever talk about these cool ass things?! Stop keeping secrets you shady bitch.” Well that was a new one. “Go to the mirror, I wanna test this now. I wanna fuck around with magic.”

YS rolled his eyes, doing as he was told. He wasn’t sure if this was even going to work, reaching an arm out to rest his hand on the glass. It was solid, because of course it was. He raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to say ‘nevermind’, but then Boyf copied his action and also put a hand on the mirror. Suddenly the mirror was no longer solid, now it was walkable.

“Well, I hope we don’t end up somewhere fucked. Never tried this before…” YS mumbled before stepping through.

Thankfully, no fuck ups. They both slipped through the mirror just fine, ending up in Boyf’s apartment. The bathroom mirror above the sink, specifically, and YS had to over-complicate his climb out since there was a parasite on his back.

“Okay, we’re here. Where’s your partners, I’m gonna hand you off to them. I’ve got shit I’ve been putting off for weeks that I really should be doing by now…”

“You’re actually trying to get rid of me. That’s so fucked up.” Boyf’s thoughts were starting to get a little wobbly, signaling that he was starting to actually fall asleep now. “I’m not letting go, asshole. Good luck trying to pry me off.”

“For god’s sake- really?” YS grumbled, walking out of the bathroom and searching for his brother’s partners himself. It took a little bit, but he found them in the bedroom, minding their own business when he peeked his head in. “Oh good. You two, I have a special delivery. Take him.”

YS revealed their magically shrunken boyfriend by stepping properly into the room, garnering two different but hilarious reactions.

“He’s- small.” Pico pointed out dumbly.

“He’s so small!” GF repeated, her tone filled with infinitely more glee. “Oh but he’s falling asleep. You want us to take him? Sorry to inform you but you’re stuck. You’re not getting out of his grip until he’s awake later.”

Seriously? “Can’t you two shitters just take him? He’s your boyfriend.” He probably shouldn’t be using rude nicknames to refer to them, but oh well.

“Listen, the heart wants what the heart wants, and sometimes that’s his big brother.” GF teased.

Boyf lifted his head at that, gaze half-lidded but indignant. “Fah’ you.”

“I-” YS stumbled over the fact the big brother thing was being mentioned so casually, by someone who wasn’t another version of him. Did these morons talk so fondly about him? That was… sweet.

“Fine. If you won’t take him then I’m borrowing your couch until he lets the fuck go of me. So much for doing those things I was meant to do weeks ago. Nothing ever goes my way when I want it to, does it?”

He was complaining to deaf ears, so he turned around and made his way over to the apartment’s couch. He managed to maneuver Boyf around once more, so he could lie down on his back while the little idiot was surgically attached to his chest instead.

At least Boyf’s partners were a little used to him. They’d met briefly last time when Boyf had very conveniently waited for them to be out to pass out on the floor while sick. YS hadn’t expected them to be teasing though. Well, the GF in this world was. The Pico was clearly a bit scared of him. That was fine, he looked weird and Picos always had insane trauma.

Boyf was completely knocked out now. This idiot, teasing him for being quick to fall asleep, when this was how he ended up like twenty minutes later? What a hypocrite. Small, warm hypocrite sprawled across his chest. Small. Smaller. Little brother turned littler. My little brother. Protect, love, protect, love…

Guard.

That last thought made YS jolt. Oh shit, really, was that what this was? How was that possible, he’d seen to his own Fall, those instincts shouldn’t even be there anymore. And for all of them, too? His guardian angel instincts were attaching and going ballistic with his other selves?! He wasn’t even a fucking angel anymore, that shouldn’t be happening!

They would never let him live this down if they knew. It might not be the same in other worlds, but guardian angels had a really interesting problem in his world. That problem being they would get incredibly possessive of whoever they attached to. Probably some mechanism built in that made it for certain they’d always do their job of, well, guarding. But it was also fucking embarrassing.

Well, the angel wasn’t meant to feel embarrassed about it, but that was normal angels who didn’t start doing things like feeling. Angels that weren’t YS.

“Fuck…” YS breathed, amused but slightly panicked at the same time. He still had angelic instincts? Why? He wasn’t supposed to be an angel anymore. And why did it have to be over his other selves, that was so weird, how was he supposed to justify being so possessive over ‘himself, but slightly different’?

He felt a gentle rumble in his pocket where his microphone was. Huh. She was awake again. Rumble? Was she… laughing? Wait a minute.

“You knew.” YS accused softly. “You fucking knew it was still there and you pushed me after them. You knew and manipulated me so I would have a purpose again, you cheeky minx!”

He could see her start glowing in his pocket. Of course. Hah, even in her state now, she was still the smarter of the two. Despite everything that had happened, she was still trying to keep him alive. Still loving and caring for him. Pushing him towards other versions of himself who somehow loved him too, because that was how she could show he was loved in her state now.

“Hah.” YS wasn’t sure if he should feel used or overwhelmed with sentiment. His arms tightened around Boyf’s back while he snoozed.

“I said they were stopping me from continuing my plan. I said I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t realize that I literally couldn’t do it anymore. Those damn failsafe instincts… they’ll never let me. And you weren’t satisfied with pushing me to attach to just one, were you? No, it had to be all of them, because that way there’d never be any chance of detaching. No chance of letting myself die.”

This whole time, he’d thought he was going along with his plan and in control of his own fate. Herself had always been one step ahead of him, hadn’t she? Why had he ever thought that she’d let him die even in the state she was in now? Of course she wouldn’t. That was just how it goes, doing everything they could for each other. Even if those actions would’ve spelled death for him.

He sighed, letting his stupid instincts take over and hugged tighter around Boyf. At least he had a clear answer as to why he was so attached. He really had thought all of that shit was gone after he’d torn his wings off. But that left a pit of nervousness to form. Being clingy wasn’t unfamiliar to YS, but surely at least one of them would get uncomfortable, right? He’d have to work on pushing the possessiveness away.

Sure, he was giving into it now, but he could get away with it right now. Other times, not so much.

It was fine. He’d let himself give in for now. Maybe indulging the instincts now would make it easier to ignore them later.

#rgbfverse #Ochre lost the war against the urge to make YS clingy and possessive #But it's okay I made up a valid reason for it! EZ!#Herself is the true goat here tbh... Love her!#Also just gratuitous amounts of me making shit the fuck up as I go

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silent-sanctum · 1 year ago

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

PART 9: Get to Know You

— The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! —

I rise from the dead yet again! But sorry for the wait! College's been rough with the workload but I've managed to put out a new part! No warnings this time, just joot's emotional development and a bunch of jotaro and reader fluff interactions~ But what if I told you that there's 2k+ more story over in my AO3? It's exclusive over there because it contains my OC's lore (aka the character the reader's standing in place of here). However, I promise you it's worth reading with jotaro gradually learning to open more to you and both of you just basking in peace. Regardless, hope you enjoy!

word count: 2.6k

Bright light dawned beyond his shut eyes.

Already? Jotaro stirred from where he lay on the grass, flexing his arms to stretch, though he did expect his left to be a bit heavy. Through his early morning squinting, he turned to the spot where a girl should be lying only to find it unoccupied and his arm free.

“Morning~”

Jotaro sat upright and turned to look at you sitting cross-legged across from him. He quickly swept his gaze over you to check how you fared- faintly flushed cheeks, puffy eyes, fixed hair, smoothed-out uniform. You appeared good compared to the state you were during the night prior but-

“How are you feeling?”

You looked up in thought, humming as you planted your hands on the ground to lean on them. “Better? But admittedly still like shit. As expected, I couldn’t sleep for long and ended waking up shortly after falling asleep but,” you glanced at him with a soft smile. “Company was able to get me through the hours.”

Jotaro nodded once at the words with the smallest of smiles on his face responding to yours.

“So yeah. I somewhat patched bits of myself back to… this.” You gestured to your body with one sweep.

“That’s good.”

You tilted your head with concern. “How about you?”

The probable bruises spotting all over his back and arms as a result of the chaotic whipping ached at the mention but he paid no attention as he shrugged with casual ease. “I’m fine.”

“Jotaro,” he paused at the mention of his name. He stared into your eyes and felt the weight of your gaze towards him. One that, paired with a gentle smile, carried an array of sentiments unable to be conveyed through words. “Thanks for last night. Really…”

You had a lot going on behind your confident strides, and to this moment Jotaro has yet to know about them. But with the shared look of trust between him and you, he was in no hurry to figure them out.

He tipped the visor of his hat down as a sign of acknowledgment and as means to cover his warming cheeks.

“Alright,” And as if nothing happened, you were up and standing with a clap and dust of your clothes. “Enough with the sappy stuff, we should head back to the others. They must be starting to think we did something freaky last night knowing them.”

Getting up as well, Jotaro rolled his eyes at the thought of the Crusaders poking fun at them for the nth time. “Definitely.” Though, by the feel of the mellow sunlight on his skin, it wasn’t too late in the morning and a bit more exchange of words would be nice before returning to the annoyance that was the group itself.

It’s been a while since you’ve properly talked to him like this after all.

“Let’s?”

He nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets.

With you leading the way back, they both returned to the main campsite and was greeted with the bizarre sight of Kakyoin dropping what looked like a literal piece of shit into a bowl Joseph’s breakfast pudding, before offering the bowl to the old man to feed the evil-faced baby with enthusiasm.

Jotaro didn’t question what the reasoning behind it was nor did he care that much, though you were about to if it wasn’t for Avdol, the moralistic guy that he was, politely telling you that infant was devious for some reason and what the other student did wasn’t entirely wrong.

You glanced at Kakyoin’s arm, read the “BABY STAND” carved on the skin, and understood, joining them to watch the whole feeding happen.

Polnareff woke up minutes too late to witness the child suffer from feces-tasting food.

Letting that be a bygone, the Foundation managed to track the group by the time the sun was high in the sky. In two separate teams, one transported the grimacing infant to a nearby village while the other brought the Crusaders to a remote island where they would wait for another vehicle departing for Egypt.

A submarine if he heard right.

The island itself wasn’t all too bad- Fine sand, lush tropical trees, and the tranquil ambiance of the sea. Jotaro wouldn’t mind waiting here. In group fashion, everyone kept themselves preoccupied to pass the time. The Frenchman ran off to god knows where, you and the older adults engaged in simple conversation, Kakyoin probably went to look for Pol to make sure he didn’t get himself into any trouble-

While Jotaro was left sitting by himself on the sand, a lit cigarette in hand when finding some temporary peace in the near-rhythmic crash of waves.

It felt… strange.

Even though he’d asked for breaks numerous times during their battles, a weight grew heavy on his shoulder at the fact that with each passing second, his mother’s life was slowly dwindling away and all the times they got blocked off by either an enemy or mundane inconveniences were seconds thrown away that could have been used to further progress this damn trip.

He took one long drag of his cigarette and sighed deeply, letting out a small plume of ashy gray into the air. All those times he cursed at her, dismissed her motherly affections, downright ignored her… Jotaro placed his hand on his nape, scratching lightly as if it would alleviate the rising guilt in him once he realized what he’d been doing.

What was this for? Why was I so mean to her when she did nothing but love and care for me? For a well-kept facade I didn’t even want in the first place? He hated that it took a life-or-death situation for him to ponder like this. Mom… I should call her soon…

“The young Joestar is in deep thought I see.”

Jotaro snapped out of his thoughts to notice Avdol taking a spot beside him. “So?” He took another drag.

“There’s nothing wrong in self-reflection from time to time,” he said. “For someone in their youth, all this chaotic fighting and constant travel must be starting to make you wish you’d be in school right now, right?”

“It’s fine,” the teenager shrugged. “School sucks and it bores me.”

“The high grades Holly-san told me you got throughout your academic years says otherwise.” Jotaro grumbled something incoherent that he himself didn’t know what the words were. “You’re thinking of her, aren’t you?”

“It’s shitty to think about how much of an asshole I was…”

Avdol chuckled. “I’m not going to say you’re wrong. You definitely disrespected your mother most of the time all of us were in the same room together, but as terrible your behavior was-” he patted the delinquent’s shoulders. “I know you still love Holly with all your heart. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t the case.”

Jotaro remained silent. He wasn’t wrong…

“Toss all my other wisdom talk aside if you wish, but I hope this advice would stick with you,” Avdol turned to his clasped hands. “Holly’s still here and when you return to her, I suggest you let her know how much you love her the way you can instead of pushing her away. Cherish the ones you love while they’re still here with us.”

If it were weeks ago, Jotaro would have done what Avdol said seconds ago and dismiss this sagely talk as nothing but some sort of “respect your parents” propaganda. Oddly enough, he didn’t feel the urge to ignore his words now that he’s stuck worrying over his mother’s life.

The spark in his cigarette dimmed down to ashes. “What’s with the random inspirational speeches? You a counselor or something?”

The Egyptian smiled. “Teacher actually. If I wasn’t doing readings or fortune telling, I worked with children, especially the troubled ones, and guided them with the right knowledge and values to live through life. That is until DIO found me and I had to seek Mr. Joestar for protection.”

Jotaro scoffed. “You see me as a kid then? Is that it?”

“Are you not? You’ve yet to mature past your rough edges after all.”

He clicked his tongue, thought not entirely disagreeing with the adult. “Whatever.”

“An answer expected from you.” Avdol stood. “You’ll understand when you’re older. Who knows? You might be a teacher in the future as well if fate deems it to be.” With that, he walked back to the others and left the reserved teenager alone with his thoughts.

Yeah right… like that would ever happen. Time continued to pass as he remained sitting on the sand, mulling over what Avdol had said to him together with memories of his mother stirring in his thoughts. At some point, Jotaro had dozed off, leaning on his propped-up knee with the remains of his cigarette left somewhere on the sand beside him.

When he came to, the sun was halfway down the horizon, dimming the sky above as the stars slowly made themselves visible. He expected to wake up by himself as is the case every time he took his naps, but with one glance to the side, he found you watching the sea beside him.

You noticed him staring so you spoke. “You’re awake.”

“I assume the sub’s not here yet?” The pointed stare and silence you gave him the answer. He sighed. “Figured.”

“Mr. Joestar and I took one stroll around the place and there’s a bunch of neat little hideouts on the island you could have slept in. It’s more secluded and quiet, has enough wind to keep cool, and the grass is short enough to not be itchy,” you said. “Why choose this spot by the water?”

“Ambiance,” he said in return. “I like the sound of waves. It’s… calming.”

He took one glimpse at you to gauge for your reaction. You weren’t looking at him when you had that soft smile on your face as you had this faraway gaze facing the mellow movements of the ocean. “The waves make me relax too. It’s what helps make it so beautiful aside from its glittery surface.”

Jotaro thought about what you said to him back in Singapore. The ocean looks beautiful, don’t you agree? Fresh from his talk with Avdol, he couldn’t help but be nostalgic for a second. “Mom used to take me to the beach when I was little… usually when I felt like shit. And it helped somewhat.”

“Lucky you. My birthplace is by the sea and by this point, you already know I had a rough past. So, I’d watch that huge body of water sway with the breeze and let myself listen to the waves as a mean for comfort.” This time, you faced him and locked his gaze with yours. “Looks like we’re not so different from each other, huh?”

“You tend to overshare though.”

“But you’ve gotten used to it by now, huh?”

He shrugged. “A bit.” A bit? A complete understatement considering his level of tolerance to her numerous bouts of talk. “But it’s either that or spend the rest of lunch bored out of my mind.”

You cooed, cupping your cheek with a small tilt of your head. “Are you saying you miss the simple times of lunch with yours truly? Or am I hearing things?”

Though he hated admitting it, he thought about what Avdol said and with some heat to his cheeks, Jotaro tipped his hat over his eyes and gave one small bob of his head. Not allowing him the silence to wallow with self-embarrassment, you giggled as you shoved him lightly.

“And here I thought you wanted this bitch to shut up.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Jotaro looked at you this time, finding some sort of relief in the fact you blushed deeply at the sentiment despite the teasing you were fond of doing to him. “I still prefer some peace and quiet.”

“Hey I’m not judging,” you raised your hands. “Not when I also miss our mini rooftop breaks. It’s… a nice breath of fresh air. Literally.” You let out a breathy laugh, eyes closing from your smile.

Jotaro could feel his heart beat a bit faster than before. One that always came with warmth on his face, his hands turning clammy and his stomach feeling a sensation similar to that of fluttering butterflies. It happened more often the more they made progress to Egypt.

Fuck. I don’t want to think about this. He took in a deep breath and sighed, blurting out the first thing that came to mind to divert the subject away from the familiar banter. “Admitting you like the smell of smoke now?”

“Huh?”

“It can’t be a breath of fresh air when I smoke next to you every time.”

You rolled your eyes. “The winds blow them away from for most of the time so I don’t really care, but don’t think I’ve noticed you’d smoke less and less the more we hung out.”

Jotaro cocked an eyebrow and fished through his pockets, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. To prove a point, he flipped the lid open to reveal five sticks remaining inside out of 20. “I beg to differ. This is my 3rd pack this trip.”

Which was a lie. It’s his first and is this empty only because Polnareff wanted some to smoke and practice the delinquent’s parlor trick for the nth time.

“Yah!” You leaned forward to try and snatch the box off his hand. “Are you trying to kill yourself on purpose?!” You swiped again only for Jotaro to lean back and stretch his arm away from you with a smug smirk. My turn to tease. “You can’t do that now, we have unfinished business!”

“I don’t care.”

You deadpanned. “Liar. Now give me.”

Without anyone noticing, you ended up sprawled over his lap still struggling to reach for the pack of nicotine in his outstretched hand. Too preoccupied with making sure your grabby hands won’t reach it, Jotaro didn’t notice the slim strip of rose-gold creeping up behind him to snatch the box off his hold.

The delinquent clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. “You cheated.” Though you didn’t care as you leaned back with cheeky smile and tiny shimmy, pack of cigarettes now in your hand. “Doesn’t matter. I can always buy another.”

“To practice your little cigarette trick for the masses?”

“I can do 5 at once.”

“Shut up. You’re lying.”

“I can show you.”

You scoffed, tossing the box back at him with defeat. “Unbelievable. You really do have a death wish.”

Jotaro grew acutely aware of how much closer you got to him without you noticing, so close that he felt his shoulders brush against yours and the back of his hand overlapped with your smaller, softer one. His chest tightened and his pulse increased yet again beneath his aloof expression.

As the two of them watch the sun set below the horizon, he stilled as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Respecting the quiet air of the area, you said to him in a hushed voice. “I’d rather you not die on my watch. I don’t think my heart can handle any more of those.”

You said it with nonchalance and a smile, but he knew better. He slowly turned to glance at you still facing the ocean. Any trace of playfulness you had minutes ago dissolved, making way for that tone of sadness and longing to make its appearance just as it did prior to your breakdown.

Under the touch of your hand, his fingers twitched ever so slightly, wanting to graze your skin as minuscule means to soothe you. But Jotaro had a feeling you just needed company and nothing else at the moment.

He allowed you to rest your head on his shoulders, peacefully watching as the sky grew dark and its stars started to twinkle.

“I won’t.”

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