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evolnoomym · 4 months ago

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Washing Machine Heart 🩶

Mom’s Best-friend!Joel Miller x f!reader

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Summary: Your Mom is not nice to you, her only Daughter, always picking on you whenever she can. To get back at her you decide to seduce and fuck her Highschool Best-friend Joel Miller. Oh she also has a crush on him so that’s a bonus.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni!!!!

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: no use of y/n, female reader, implied abuse, childhood trauma, alcohol, smut, reader has no name only nicknames, size difference, age gap, readers age is mentioned and Joel is more than double sooo, mommy issues, strained relationships, petty shit, cream pie, tittys, choking kind of, teasing, Joel is tiny bit Pervy, of course Daddy kink, unprotected p in v,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: I was mad so this is what I cooked up lol

Shoutout to @cafekitsune for the dividers 🫶🏻

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. This is my first time writing smut sooooo be nice please. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly. 🖤

Song’s I listened to while writing:

I Hate My Mom by GRLwood

Class of 2013 by Mitski

I hope ur miserable until ur dead by Nessa Barrett

Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

Backstabber by Kesha

Jerk by Oliver Tree

You know exactly when the relationship between you and your mother started deteriorating- The day she decided to choose your loser Stepdad, the one she only dated for 4 years, over her own 8 year old daughter. From then on you took a backseat in her life yet she still expected you to take care of her all needs. You hate her for what she did and you miss her like a little kid. You had to drag her home when she drank too much, you can’t even remember how often that happened. Always having to jump in between that asshole and her fighting cuz even though she practically emotionally abandoned you, you still wanted to protect her from harm's way. She forced you to grow up so quickly, it’s her fault you never got a real childhood.

For years you accepted that this is normal. The screaming, the violence and the degrading words became a part of growing up. You were a kid but not clueless, someone who loves you wouldn’t have done all of this. And yet all of them tried so hard to make you shut up and believe it’s what you deserved.

Luckily what happened did not entirely break you. No, you grew into someone who fought for herself since no one ever did that.

Of course you hoped she might realize her mistakes, apologize and change but nothings new with her. She’s great at pretending to be a better person to the outside world, than she is in reality, behind closed doors the mask unveils an ugly woman. A narcissistic self absorbed monster that took all your joy away.

It’s pathetic considering how much she always talks about getting abused by her own father but instead of breaking the cycle she doubled down on it. Going as far as using that as an excuse for what she did to her own child.

She only kinda stopped the abuse once you no longer were a small child. Now that you could fight back she did not corner you anymore.

But just because she couldn’t hit you anymore doesn’t mean the picking on you stopped, no, it was her mission to rid you of the last remaining confidence and self love.

In each screaming match she tried so hard to gaslight you into believing you were crazy for feeling offended by her disgusting behavior.

One time you asked why she hit you as a little kid and the answer left you completely blown away. She expressed that you cried so much, and did it to provoke her. What else could she have possibly done other than raise her hand?

Or another time she refused to acknowledge that she hit you at all but a second later told you that perhaps if she would’ve done worse you would’ve turned out better.

At some point you stopped calling her Mom and only went with her name. You knew that it must hurt but did she really deserve that title after everything she did?

Now at 21 years old the relationship is just as rocky, not much has changed.

Your mom has basically zero friends, she’s a bitch of course no one would want to be too close, well except for Joel…..Joel Miller that somehow was her friend.

Perhaps only since they have known each other since High School, he might have felt some kind of obligation towards her due to that. She told you once that Joel was the boy every girl had a crush on with his whole guitar playing thing they all swooned over him.

Even now all those years later Joel was a beautiful specimen, tall, broad shoulders, huge hands, strong arms you’d like to be enveloped by, tanned freckled skin, a cute butt, gorgeous brown curls with slightly gray streaks showing his age, big brown eyes, a prominent nose and soft pillow like lips.

You understand why your Mom had a crush on him, any woman would bend over for him if he’d say so. She thought it was not too noticeable but unlike Joel you caught it immediately.

She made you the reason for her life being so shitty but now after years of torment you saw a chance at really giving her a reason to hate you. Maybe something is wrong with you for liking the idea of breaking her heart so much but you honestly couldn’t care less. The one you felt sorry for most was probably Joel; he would be the pawn in your deranged game without knowing.

As it turns out though Joel is not as innocent as expected, the more you tried to get closer the more you realized he might be easier to seduce than originally anticipated.

You started with small things like hugging him a bit longer than normally so he could feel you perky full tits squished against his chest. Touching his arms and squeezing them but not too much as if to draw attention to it. And from his reactions, he did not seem to mind.

You were not worried about your mother, she never was the most alert to begin with.

When Joel came over for a barbecue you used the time alone with him in the garden while your mother was in the kitchen preparing god knows what to impress him.

Joel and you had some interesting conversations.

“Soooo you work in contracting, right?” You asked him sweetly. Joel chuckled “Yeah sweetheart, I do. But ya know tha’ already, so why ask?” You played it off as much as you could “Just making sure you didn't decide to switch career paths in the time I haven’t seen you…” you look up at him through your lashes, cheekily biting your lip. Joel of course fell into the trap, his eyes going down to your plush lips in mere seconds. Got ya you dirty old men.

You stepped closer until you two were only a couple inches apart. His chest almost touched yours. In this position you really had to Crane your neck up to keep eye contact consistent.

“What are ya doing Baby,huh?” Joel tilted his head slightly down towards your face. You just giggled at him “Nothin Joel, just…” with that you put your hands on his wide chest ruining them down over his enticing slightly protruding belly. “I know you stare at my ass alllllll the time. I also know you like it when I walk close by you and graze you with my tits. My little skimpy outfits turn you on as well don’t they,huh Joel?” You smirk at him.

You can see how he clenches his jaw…ohhh yes you got him figured out.

He hisses low and menacing at you “You are a little slut ain’t ya, baby. Groping a man over double your age. Teasin me with those sugar tits and that tight lil ass….”

You can see his pupils dilate till his eyes look close to being completely blacked out. You muse “Yeah I’m a whore but you like that don’t you?” With that you cup his hard cock over his shorts he decided to wear today.

He gasps and immediately grips your wrist to yank those devilish hands away from his throbbing length. Especially when he hears your mother’s voice calling out from inside the house.

He backs off and tries to catch his breath as well as calm his raging hard on down to an unnoticeable minimum. Before he leaves to figure out what she called for he turns to you and lifts an accusing finger towards you.

“We ain’t done baby, ya gonna make it up to me for teasin and leavin me all high and dry, mkay?” He tilts his head almost to intimidate you but to no avail you’re just a massive brat “Hmmm sure Joeliii but i think your underwear is anything but dry.” You giggle and continue “Probably full of pre cum am I right,huh?”

Joel can’t believe what he’s gotten himself into and just shakes his head while turning to the house.

Somehow he made it through the barbecue without your mother noticing any tension between Joel and you. Stupid of her but good for you.

In the weeks after that afternoon you and him kept secretly meeting up. Most of the time at his house or he’d pick you up with his truck to drive you somewhere where he could have you without any distractions, of course when your mom wasn’t home. She might be stupid but even to her it would be weird why you suddenly start taking trips with Joel and she should not be suspicious.

Also during the talks with Joel that happened when taking a break between fucking it was once again made clear that he for whatever reason had not an ounce of knowledge about your mom’s crush.

The plan for how the reveal should go was set in motion. Your mom was driving out to one of those weird grocery stores that sold the health powders she drowned herself in, in hopes of making her more pretty from the inside out but to no avail the rot can’t be reversed.

You knew how long that would take her, it gave you enough time to fuck Joel in her favorite spot on the couch. Yeah petty and perhaps childish but you don’t care make her remember how you defiled her lovely couch with the man she was in love with.

Joel showed up 10 minutes after she drove off. You barely got the door closed behind him before he pounced on you. It’s been a few weeks since you fucked him last, you wanted him to be desperate for it so he’ll might be more focused on pounding you then notice that your mother is returning.

He immediately slotted his lips over yours, his hands grabbing at your hips with urgency.

You spin with him attached to your lips so you can guide him where you want him, on the couch. His breathing is already elevated and by the significantly evident bulge he’s massively turned on. Good, the less rational thinking the better.

While you push him towards the couch his lips slip down your jaw and land on your throat kissing and sucking all over. Between those kisses he huffs “Babyyy - I’ve - missed - ya so - much…” you just hum as an answer and when the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch he’s forced to unlatch from you.

He falls back, his head hitting the soft pillows so he’s only slightly elevated. You wink at him “yeah I bet you have and most of all He has missed me huh? Looks almost painful, did you not touch yourself in meantime?”

He sounds a bit whiny in his response “No Baby haven’t touched myself, saved it all for ya greedy little pussy.” Even when you think to have the upper hand he reminds you how different it actually is. “Come on baby, why don’t ya take of that lil skirt an’ take seat on my lap.” While grabbing at his crotch.

Your mouth is watering but there’s no time today to get your mouth on him like you usually love to. At his dirty words you can feel some wetness gush from your pulsing cunt, coating the inside of your thighs. As requested you slip your flowy skirt down your legs.

Joel let's out a gasp „No panties baby? Ya naughty little slut.“ he chuckles and you retort „Don’t need them if I’m with you, so why make it harder than it needs to be?“ at that Joel can only nod.

„Come here Sweet Moon Love.“ he demands.

You get on your hands and knees between his spread legs that lay on the couch. Slowly crawling towards him teasing him with your tits that are almost spilling out of your skimpy tank top.

When you finally sit down on his jeans-covered cock he lets out a sound of relief. Your knees on either side of his hips and his hands immediately find home on your hips and ass, kneading and caressing the skin there.

„Fuck Moon ya turn me on so much take of that goddamn top and show me those sweet sugar tits.“

So you do, slipping it over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you. He’s not surprised by the lack of a bra. He knows you hate wearing them and if he’s honest he loves that a lot, easier access and all.

Joel’s hands go from your hips up to the tits he loves so much. Carefully touching them, his warm hands and the wonderful feeling making it unable not to moan. Swiping his calloused fingers over your nipples, twisting them with determination causing you to keen.

You start arching your back towards his groping hands. His administrations cause the pull in your lower stomach to Continuously get stronger. You are convinced his jeans are covered in your juices and without realizing you’ve started to rub your bare pussy over his bulge with vigor.

„Joel enough I need you inside me, now!“ You don’t even wait for a response, lifting your hips and loosening his belt and unbuttoning the buttons of his jeans. With his help you drag his pants down but only so much that you are able to pull his throbbing cock out of the confines that are his blue boxers and you can see a huge dark spot where pre cum leaked, making you look at Joel chuckling „You really want it huh? Daddy” with a sweet lilt that makes his dick Twitch in your hands.

He just groans “Baby Moon if ya don’t sit down on my cock right now I’ll do it myself and I won’t give ya time to adjust.” He threatens but it really only turns you on more.

You peer up at the clock and see that you only have about 15 minutes left.

You take your original position and when his warm length slips through your moist folds his pre cum mixing with your own juices to create an addicting squelching sound.

At this point the dark hair nestling at the base of his cock and his happy trail are completely soaked.

“Gosh, Sweetheart she’s gushing all over me, put it in. She wants my cock don’t keep her waitin” you love when he talks in this way about your cunt, makes you wetter if that’s even possible.

You lift up a bit again and take hold of his length with one hand, the other on his chest to stabilize yourself. Dragging his leaking head through your glossy folds before lining him up with your gushing opening. You take one deep inhale cuz you know it’ll be a stretch even with how often you've done this.

Before sinking down on him you look at him there’s guilt somewhere deep in your conscience but you shake your head, you ain’t backing out now.

You slowly start to sink down when Joel decides it’s not quick enough so he grips your hips and in one swift fast motion sheets his huge dick inside your tight cunt.

“Ahhh..-ah J-Joel what the fuck” you hiss slapping his chest hard for being so impatient.

He huffs “Sorry Baby but Daddy has waited long enough for Her, just shush.” He actually has the audacity to shush you.

You get used to the feeling of being so filled to the brim and slide back & forth for a moment.

Then you put your feet down flat on the couch and grip the headrest behind him before starting to fuck him in earnest. Up and down at first slowly but steadily you get quicker and harder. Joel can’t even speak unless you count his obnoxiously loud moaning and growling.

“Yeah how you like that old man, hmm Daddy you're all quiet this pussy shut you up good, huh?” You wonder and out of nowhere one of Joel’s big hands grips your throat making you slow your movements to a minimum. He pulls your face toward his and grunts “Baby Moon ya need to be put in your place, ya bratty ass is treading on some mighty thin ice.”

He gives you one hard peck and then shoves your face in his neck. You don’t complain, you love when he’s so rough with you and his musky masculine smell is your favorite.

Joel pulls his legs up and plants his feet on the couch just like you did and then he starts to relentlessly push up into you at an alarming speed so hard that if it weren’t for the arm pinning you to his chest you’d fall off.

“Jo-Joel….Joel it’s so good ah…don’t stop” you babble in his ear and opposite to his harsh pounding he soothes “Shhh Baby I know, I know it’s so much for ya and Her. But listen to how much she’s enjoying it.”

And he’s right besides the obscene “plap, plap, plap” of skin hitting skin you can hear the wet squelching from the place you're both connected. “I’m close baby, where?” He asks while slipping a hand between your bodies to touch your neglected clit and immediately your whiny moans get even louder “I-in…inside Daddy. Pleaseee cum inside me.”

You beg and he loves that “Hmm yeah, ya wanna be filled up Baby?” He questions “God yes Daddy fill me up, please pleasee” you want nothing more than to feel him spill inside of you.

Seems that when Joel told you he was kinda deaf in his right ear it wasn’t a lie or maybe the plan of making him so desperate to fuck you that he won’t hear the door unlocking worked out.

But you can hear the slight clicking and the closing of the door. Unlike what you expect she does not start screaming, no, she’s eerily quiet. Perhaps it’s due to not having realized who exactly you're screwing as if there’s no tomorrow or simple shock.

Joel under you seems to have reached his end and without any preamble he starts shooting his warm cum deep inside your tight hole. The warm sensation combined with his unrelenting rubbing your clit pushes you over the finish line too. With that you pull up from his neck and drag him up as well, crossing your arms around his neck and kissing him.

You know she is right there at the threshold, you don’t care and to rub it in even more you say “Thank you Daddy, I love you.” And as if he knows his role Joel answers “I love you too little Moon.”

And that might have been the final straw, she speaks up and it flips out into incoherent screaming. Joel is immediately startled; he lightly pushes you off, quickly tugging himself back into his jeans and getting up to explain. You however get up slowly and put your top and skirt back on.

With the lack of panties you can feel his spend leaking out of you and you’re sure there’s very evident stains on Joel’s jeans that your mother must see.

The back and forth they must be having doesn’t even register to you. The blissful buzzing from the orgasm and the satisfaction of having succeeded in hurting her are making you all dozzy.

But then she comes charging at you screaming in your face “You’re smiling, you think this is funny??? I knew you were a bitch who only ruins everything, you are a worthless piece of shit a absolute waste of space” she’s so hysterical but you don’t care, it’s good she’s showing her true colors for Joel to see.

She continues “You are disgraceful and shameful for the entire family. I want you out of the house now. You are dead to me.” She probably thinks those words could hurt but it’s nothing compared to all the horrible things she did in the past. You just smirk at her nodding which infuriates her more than any comeback could.

With that you slip past her, Joel looks completely stunned by what just unfolded before his eyes. You don’t acknowledge him much, quickly skipping up the stairs,entering your room, grabbing a suitcase and filling it with the most important items. Then shuffling out of your room locking it behind you. You heave the suitcase down the stairs, no sign of Joel all you can hear is her crying in the living room, it amuses you, not an ounce of sympathy left for her. You don’t bother saying bye just open the front door and out you are.

The surprise is waiting in front of the house, Joel, he didn’t leave but instead waited for you.

He looks at you “Did it mean anything to you at all, or was it just a big joke?” He doesn’t look hurt, just confused. You close the distance between him and you “I wish it wouldn’t but it’s not possible to not feel anything, look at you Joel you’re a so beautiful so caring of course I fell for you.” He nods and takes your suitcase out of your hand. “Wh..what are you doing ?” You question “I’m taking ya home Moon, think I’d let you run around these streets? Get in the car” he urges.

And you do, when he drives off you don’t look back once.

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x-gon-give-it · 1 year ago

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Headcanon, theory, prediction, whatever you want to call it,

but I think the reason that the universe Miquel hijacked collapsed, and not Miles, despite them both being “anomalies” is because Miquel was trying to change someone else’s story, as opposed to Miles who inspires other people to change their own stories.

Like, Miquel tried to force himself into a universe that wasn’t his. He took the place of his counterpart and pretended to be him, he was playing a part that wasn’t meant for him, he was changing a story that wasn’t his. And the universe rejected that.

Whereas Miles inspires people to change their own stories. His universe didn’t collapse because that’s HIS universe. It’s HIS story to tell, and sure the plot changed along the way, but he’s still telling it.

The same with 42-Miles. His story was drastically changed because he wasn’t bitten by that spider, but his universe isn’t collapsing because he’s the one still telling the story. He’s still shaping his own future.

And like how Miles inspired Peter B to have Mayday at all. Without Miles, Peter wouldn’t have gone back to his and he wouldn’t have had Mayday. But his universe isn’t collapsing because that’s a decision PETER made. No one forced him to make up with MJ and have Mayday. But Miles gave him faith and inspired him to go back and give life another try. (Don’t even get me started how Peter would have literally DIED if not for Miles. He was going to stay in Miles dimension. He was fully ready to deteriorate. He literally would have died if not for Miles saying “NO BITCH YOU GOTTA GO HOME” much less inspiring him to have Mayday, I’m just saying I’m just saying.)

And the thing is I don’t think Miquel realizes that. He’s so caught up in his grief and anger that he’s completely consumed with following canon and my never disrupting ANYTHING. He doesn’t realize that that universe collapsed because he tried to change someone ELSES story. He tried to become someone else to live their story. He didn’t try to make his own and that’s not how it works.

Idk just thinking thots tonight, And ATSV is always at the top of my brain

#i May just being delusional and rambling #but idk #it makes sense to me #im excited to see how the third movie ends #the conclusión #I WANT ANSWERS DAMMIT #gimme gimme gimme #also I think we collectively brushed over the fact real quick that Peter would have literally DIED if not for Miles #like i jusr think about that sometimes #Peter was in such a low place that he was okay with sacrificing himself in Miles’ universe #sacrificing himself to an INCREDIBLY painful death #but Miles saved him and inspired him to keep living and now he has a beautiful daughter and a beautiful wife #and he couldn’t have a better life if he tried #all thanks to that amazing kid who made him feel alive again #im deep in the feels tonight fam #i don’t know what else to say #peter parker #spider-man #miles Morales #miguel o'hara #Spider-Man 2099 #ATSV #ITSV #atsv spoilers

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doodlekoo · 1 year ago

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OUCH | pjm

Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die

Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: PG

Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin

Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, i’m so sorry i’ve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point it’s more of a side hobby so please understand i won’t be updating regularly i’ll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it it’s great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jimin’s backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)

and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D

A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadn’t gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.

The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grew—were these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?

Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.

You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.

"I quit."

You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.

"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."

It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.

As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.

The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.

Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.

And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.

"Ouch,"

You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.

I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.

Fuck.

You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.

Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.

A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.

"Hey, ___, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon! I’m just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"

"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"

"Jimin, that's not why I'm calling…" You replied with a low tone.

"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..

"Jimin, I fell.."

"Sorry, what was that??"

"I don’t know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."

"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.

"I’m just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"

"Yes, I do. I’ll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.

"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. I’m so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.

"I'm not sure, I think she’s hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope she’s okay," Hoseok chirped.

"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.

You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.

"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.

"I’m alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and it’s annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.

Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.

"Hm, I’m not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.

"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; it’s not a big deal."

"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldn’t even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.

"Okay, okay, let’s go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"

Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.

"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."

You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.

It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.

Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.

"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.

Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.

"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; I’m going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.

When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldn’t even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.

Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.

"Okay, I think that’s good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think it’s alright like this." You look at him, smiling.

"Hm, scratch that, I’m getting you a pillow."

When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you don’t go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.

"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I don’t mind."

Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.

"I’ll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months ago

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Lifetime: Travis Wheatley x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @pear-1206 @keyweegirlie @nu1freakshow

Travis thinks about you all the time when he’s on the road. His dreams are filled with the taste of your honey on his lips and the sound of your ecstasy in his ears. You presence is nothing more than a memory when he’s on the rodeo circuit but those other girls, the belt bunnies, they don’t get a second look.

You’re the only person he trusts with the news that his condition has deteriorated, that he’s now in liver failure. It’s a wakeup call, especially for the man who thought that he was going to live forever.

“I’ve done everything you told me.” He argues with the specialist. “I’ve quit the drinking, changed my diet…”

“That’s just the way it goes.” He’s told in a sterile room with his scans hanging up on the wall for him to see. “Sometimes the damage is too great.”

He flies to Yellowstone that afternoon from Texas because he can’t stand another minute away from you.

“I’m dying.” He tells you as he lays tangled up in bed with you, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “The end, it’s coming quicker than I thought.”

He expects you to leave because this is a burden he wouldn’t wish on anyone. He’s going to get sicker, it’s just a matter of time. It breaks his heart because he offered you a future and now he’s ripping it away.

“You promised me a lifetime.” You whisper against this lips as your fingertips trace along his grizzled cheek. “I’ll take whatever’s left of yours.”

He doesn’t think he can love you more than he does in that moment.

You go on the road with him. You leave behind your home, your job, your life because you want to spend the rest of the time you have together loving him.

When you start to compete for the first time in three years, he’s exhilarated. He’s seen you race in Yellowstone, he’s watched you train the up and commers but he’s never seen you in your element. When you win, there’s a fire in your eyes, a passion that he recognises in his own heart. He’s never felt as proud as he does in that moment. He’s weaker these days but he’s still there to lift you down from your horse when you trot back to the paddock. He can’t express the joy he feels at the sensation of you in his arms as the crowd cheers.

“We should start telling people.” You say as you press a cold compress to the back of his neck after he spends the morning throwing up. “You’re going to have to stop soon.”

He knows you’re right but he can’t face that right now, once people smell weakness on the circuit you’re as good as gone and he wants to compete as long as he can.

It’s when he takes that fall that everything changes. One minute he’s in the midst of wrangling a calf in the centre of a televised arena, the next he’s waking up on the dusty floor in the recovery position, vomiting his guts out.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rip demands when he wakes up in a hospital bed surrounded by brightly coloured flowers and helium balloons. He counts at least seven horse plushies littered around the room.

“You know why.” Travis says forcefully.

Rip sighs as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket because yea, he gets it.

“I’m a match.” He says finally. “I got tested while you were out. The docs are getting it on the books as we speak.”

“Rip.” Travis says, his voice rough with emotion. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

He knows the repercussions of this surgery. Rip will be out of action for six months maybe a year. Travis has the means to weather that but Rip, he doesn’t.

“You always were a stubborn son of a bitch.” Rip says before he tilts his head towards the glass window. Travis can see you on the opposite side, your arms crossed over your chest as you talk to his doctor. “If you won’t let me do this for you, then let me do it for your girl, let me do it so that the two of you can live a long, happy life together.”

Travis can’t find a way to argue with that because that’s all he wants, more time, with you, with Rip, with all the people he actually gives a shit about.

That evening he calls John Dutton to his hospital room and they begin to make arrangements. Between them they make sure that Rip’s going to be taken care of throughout the duration of his recovery, no matter how long it may take.

It isn’t until the day of the surgery that Travis realises just how terrified of hospitals Rip actually is. He endures the checkups through gritted teeth, he keeps his gaze trained on the TV, switching the channels constantly in an attempt to distract himself. Travis, he’s an old hand at this shit by now, he’s spend the past year in and out of treatment but Rip…

This is the longest he’s ever been inside one.

“I’m buying you a fucking horse after this.” Travis tells him as he tips his head towards the other man. “An expensive one, a stud. You’ll make four, five grand everytime the thing pops a woody.”

“I don’t want a fucking horse.” Rip tells him as he turns off the TV and gestures to the pony plushie nestled against Travis’s chest, Rip has a matching one that he keeps stroking his fingers over. “What I want is for you to marry that girl as soon as you get out of here.”

“Can’t do that if I don’t have a best man.” Travis remarks as he studies the cuddly toy once more. It looks exactly like his rodeo horse Crash.

“OK.” Rip tells him, tucking his own plushie underneath the crook of his arm. “You pop the question and I’m there, you just tell me where and when.”

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lola-legendary · 9 months ago

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Apology Post (with extra info)

TW! Suicidal thoughts/Intrusive thoughts, poor grammar

(Note: Every hate message I receive referring to the post below will be posted here as well. Pin of shame, bastards!)

I edited this lightly to add some extra information and move the TLDR up here, and added a cut.

Now, with the explanation, things have calmed down a bit. However, due to poor conduct, asks are going to be turned off until Sunday (25/2) and anon asks will be on back at 1/3.

If it continues when I resume anon asks, everything will be off again.

TLDR: I felt guilty and my mental health deteriorated because of the war, so I blocked the Palestine tag and received heavy backlash.

So the post I am referring to is this one. (Note: Said post has now been deleted by yours truly.)

Here, I will detail why I made this post, the events leading up to it and the backlash.

Some background information: I am a 14–year-old girl with unmediated anxiety and depression.

I have always been concerned about human rights. Even when I was a child, I would ask my mom, “Why do we have wars? Why can’t everyone get along?”

I tried to write a letter to my principal asking for more extensive sex ed, but scrapped it once I remembered that I was in a catholic school.

And when the Ukrainian war came along - biggest incident since I got access to tumblr - I was a staunch supporter of Ukraine. When I wasn’t in uniform, I made a point to dress in blue and yellow. No one noticed, of course.

In the early days of the Palestinian Genocide, I was eager to reblog any and all information that crossed my dash, even though I knew I couldn’t do anything to help. If you scroll down deep enough, you can find my posts.

However, as time passed and the war went on, whenever I saw those posts, I started getting thoughts to off myself. Those included, though not limited to:

“Oh, wow, look at you scrolling tumblr while millions are dying. Good job you, why don’t you go and join Hitler in hell, you’re contributing to this mess.”

And it got so bad that I would have mini panic attacks whenever I saw some posts like that.

I blocked the tag last year.

At that time, I sent an anonymous ask to @justagingerwithredhair, one of two people I trusted decently with my mental issues.

I can’t find it anymore, but it went something like this:

“Ginger, I’m sorry but I had to block the Palestine tag, it’s detrimental to my mental health and I can’t deal with it anymore”

and it was received positively.

Yesterday (in my timezone), I posted the post seen in the photo. I had not enough brainpower to realise that it could be taken both ways.

I was blocked by at least one person and received the following anonymous ask.

You can see my response in my blog, but I will repeat it again.

I am not a terrorist, a genocidal maniac, an Islamophobic bitch or a Zionist.

I have spoken out against Israel. I watch videos of Islamophobic people with disgust. I was outraged when the Holocaust was not required teaching in my school. I believe the Israeli Government is in the wrong.

If you keep this up I will be the one hanging from buildings.

You have made me write a post about my life that’s longer than 90% of my fanfictions. Congratulations.

@tobefree-in-palestine

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its-time-to-write · 2 days ago

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chapter 7

y’all I am SO SORRY this is so late. I’ve been caught up with end-of-year stuff at work and planning for next year. but I’m posting the last two chapters now🙃

I’m not sure how active I’ll be moving forward lol, 2025 is shaping up to be a pretty big year for me, professionally speaking, and that either means I’ll have more free time or less. Idk. But thank you for supporting my writing!!! You guys make me happy🩵🩵🩵

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found god at your ex’s house

To be entirely honest, the longest and only conversation you’ve ever had with goddamn Keeley Jones was at the Prada show right before you found out about Bean’s existence.

You’d prefer to keep it that way but fucking Madeline is friends with her so now you’re headed to a stupid, awful, horrible girls’ night at her house and you’d rather fucking die.

Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic. But your experiences concerning Keeley have been unpleasant at best.

She first caught your notice in a tabloid on a yacht with Jamie and a screaming headline to match your screaming mind. It was two weeks after Jamie came over for the last time and apparently not enough time to get over him.

You’d gone straight to Madeline’s to scream into a pillow.

Then she was in your instagram, and when you had blocked her she appeared in fan edits and fucking WAG accounts. Then she was at the Prada show and in magazines and on the telly. It felt like no matter how much you tried to shut her out, Keeley fucking Jones remained as a painful reminder.

It wasn’t her fault per se, but you hated the role she played in Jamie’s deterioration.

And now Madeline is fucking friends with her.

“What the actual hell, Madeline,” you groan. “Keeley fucking Jones? Are you serious? She’s the fucking worst. AND she’s not to be trusted! The girl hardly has two braincells to rub together.”

Madeline rolls her eyes. “I understand that you hate her. But she’s kind and sweet and actually a bit brilliant. I’m not going to tell her about you or Bean, but she’s not some vile, boyfriend-stealing bitch.”

“I’m not saying that,” you reply as you try to get Clare to burp. “I’m just saying that the girl could stand to grow up a little.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. She has. I think you’d like her.”

“Fuck off,” you scoff right as Clare burps. “See? Clare agrees.”

Madeline shrugs. “Clare is three months old. She doesn’t get a vote.”

You wrinkle your nose and say, “You mean unless she agrees with you, right?” and Madeline smiles her most angelic smile.

“All I’m saying is you’re more than welcome to come with me tonight.”

“I’d rather die,” you inform her.

—

Jamie has the day off. They won against Aston Villa on Sunday so he’s supposed to be resting, but he’s never been very good at that.

So he does what any self-respecting person would do and goes to his ex’s house.

He forgets Roy fucking Kent is going to be there until the man himself has opened the door but Jamie musters up some arrogance and breezes right by him. Keeley knows he’s coming anyway, so he’s not going to be harassed by some grumpy old twat.

Roy must be sick or something because he doesn’t say anything. If Jamie weren’t so consumed with his own worries he might actually be concerned.

But he’s not so he sits on Keeley’s couch like he belongs there and lets her hand him a cup of tea before she sits down next to him.

Roy isn’t far off, pretending to read a book but Jamie is abso-fucking-lutely positive he hasn’t turned a single page yet.

But absolutely FUCK it because he needs Keeley’s professional, girl opinion.

“I’ve got a kid,” he says, and both Keeley and Roy do absolutely horrible jobs at pretending they’re shocked.

“Fuck off, how the fuck did you know?” he protests. “Was it Ted?”

Roy and Keeley exchange a Look and it just makes Jamie madder.

“Technically it was Coach Beard,” Keeley says in a mousy voice. “We figured you’d tell us when you were ready, Jamie.”

That’s just confusing. “How the fuck did Beard know?” he asks.

“Kid looks just fucking like you,” Roy says and that makes Jamie mad too because when the fuck did Roy see Clare?

“I saw them on the green when I was with Phoebe,” Roy clarifies and Jamie takes a minute to file that away as Roy Kent’s first-ever non-swearing sentence.

He says, “fucking hell,” because really, fucking hell. He went from not knowing he had a baby to knowing to apparently the whole Richmond coaching staff knowing (and apparently meeting) her.

Keeley asks, “Is that why you’re here, babes?” and her gentle voice actually makes him want to fucking cry so he just nods and puts his head in his hands.

“Don’t know shit about being a dad,” he says, voice muffled, and Roy slams his book shut because apparently he has shit to say.

“Fuck off, Tartt,” he says. “Stop being a little bitch.”

Keeley exclaims, “Roy!” but she’s also curious about what he has to say because she doesn’t do anything else to stop him.

“I fucking mean it,” he continues. “You fucking come here expecting to fucking cry on the couch and be told you’re fucking shit at something and throw a fucking pity party, so fuck off. You might be a shit father, you don’t fucking know, but that girl doesn’t fucking think so and if I were her, I’d hate your fucking guts. So untwist your fucking pants and stop being a fucking whiny little bitch. Go fucking be a dad and if you’re shit, you’re shit. But stop looking for fucking sympathy for something you’ve made up in your stupid fucking twat brain.”

With that he pushes himself out of his chair, swears at his knee, and disappears into the kitchen, presumably to remain silent for the next year since he’s met his word quota.

Jamie looks at Keeley as if to say, Are you hearing this prick? but Keeley just lifts a shoulder and says, “He’s right, babe. You’ve got to actually go do something about it.”

So Jamie pinches the bridge of his nose and recounts everything his mum told him over the phone for some extra review.

—

Clare is easy, as far as babies go, but for some reason tonight she’s decided to be an absolute terror. She won’t eat, won’t go to sleep, won’t calm down. She just cries and cries and no matter how many times you check her temperature or her diaper, she cannot get it back together.

It doesn’t help that you’re tired, either. Like, newborn-level tired. And hungry, too. You’d order in but Clare hasn’t even allowed that so you open the fridge as best you can while bouncing Clare up and down. All you can see is a jar of gherkins, a can of soda, and some lemons.

And a fucking banana which must be Madeline’s because you’d rather die of starvation than eat that shit.

Fucking hell.

I am not going to cry you tell yourself sternly, except that doesn’t do anything except allow tears to well up faster than if you’d just let it alone.

You can’t call Madeline because she’s at Keeley’s and you’ll be damned if you interrupt her girls’ night. Madeline didn’t sign up to be tied down and she deserves a non-parent friend, so she’s not an option.

For a split second, you debate calling Jamie. But that’s a level of desperation you haven’t quite reached. You close the fridge and are saved from deciding what to do next by a knock on the door.

Clare wails like she’s being murdered, so you hope it isn’t the police but it isn’t, it’s just Jamie with a bag of groceries. He’s in the house setting up in the kitchen before your brain catches up with your eyes and Clare just cries the whole time.

You know exactly what he’s making before he’s even pulled out half the ingredients. It’s chicken pesto risotto, the dish you always begged him to make whenever he had a moment of free time. Jamie can cook maybe four things in total, but damn he can cook them well. He slices some bread, puts it on a plate with some butter and hands it to you, swapping the plate for Clare so easily that if you didn’t know better you’d think he’s been doing it his whole life. She stops crying the moment she’s in his arms and honestly, you’re too tired to worry about it. You crash on the couch and fall asleep after two bites.

It’s dark out when you wake up, but the lights are on in the house and it’s warm. Someone’s gently caressing the top of your head and saying your name, so you open your eyes to Jamie standing over you.

He’s looking at you with a soft expression, and your heart aches. It all feels too painfully normal.

He says, “Food’s ready,” and holds out a hand for you to grab.

You hesitate for the barest fraction of a moment before taking it. “Little Bean’s asleep in her bed,” he continues. “You hungry? Figured we could eat then you can go back to sleep.”

You nod. “Smells good, J. Are you planning on spending the night, then?”

Jamie shrugs. “I thought- I don’t know, I thought maybe you could use a break.”

He sits next to you at the table. The food’s been set out, and it’s still warm. It’s also the first meal you haven’t been responsible for in a good long while.

“So you’re just here now,” you say. “You’re the kind of person who shows up, cooks dinner, puts the baby to bed and watches telly in the evenings? You could barely handle a relationship, and now you want a fucking family? You can leave me all you want, but I swear to God, Jamie, I will murder you if you hurt Clare.”

It’s frustrating because it feels like you’re at an impasse. Jamie can come back once he’s shown he’s changed, but he can’t really show he’s changed if he can’t fucking come back, can he?

It doesn’t matter that he probably has changed and you know deep down that even he isn’t a big enough dick to abandon his daughter.

Jamie says, “I am. I mean, I won’t. I mean, fucking hell, you don’t have to fucking murder me, yeah? Just give me a chance, like.”

You snort. “Do you even know how to change a diaper?”

Jamie says, “Googled it, didn’t I?” and that makes you genuinely laugh. Of course he did. But you laugh too loud and it wakes up Clare, who lets you know she’s irritated with a shriek. You knock your head lightly against the table and whisper, “Fuck,” before putting down your fork. You push your chair out and Jamie stands, lightning-fast.

“I got it,” he tells you, and you raise an eyebrow.

You reply, “Okay,” because if he’s going to act like a father, he’s going to have to put in the work. And you’re hungry and this is your favorite meal. Besides, what’s the worst that’s going to happen?

So Jamie goes to Clare’s room where she’s sobbing like there’s no tomorrow and you continue to eat while straining your ears to make sure Jamie isn’t panicking.

Unfortunately, you didn’t account for the fact that the worst thing that could happen is Jamie comes back out after ten minutes with a sleeping Clare on his chest and he looks so fucking hot that you want to jump his bones then and there.

Jamie is thankfully oblivious. He sits back down and pats Clare on the back so she doesn’t wake up again.

“How’s the food?” he whispers. “Haven’t cooked in fuckin’ ages.”

“Good,” you whisper back and then you lapse into silence.

“I can stay the night, if you want,” Jamie offers after a bit, and you glare.

“Not like that,” he hastily amends, “I mean if you want to sleep. I can feed Clare and whatever.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Jamie. What the fuck do you want from me? You can’t fucking come back here and play house when you want, and I get it, your dad’s a piece of shit and you don’t want to be like him. But you’re in the fucking Prem, Jamie.”

(“Got relegated,”) he mouths, but you just keep talking. “Fine. You’re in the Championship but everyone knows you at least are making it back to the Premier League and someday you’ll be with a team in the Champion’s League and that’s a lot of travel. It’s a lot of nights alone, and you’re not exactly the kind of person who likes sleeping alone.

Jamie looks offended at that, but it’s true. He’s twenty-six and in his prime.

This whole thing is just one giant circle with no solution.

“Oi,” he says, and he’s got his serious expression on. “I don’t want anything from you. I want you. Not even because of Clare, but she’s mint. I was coming to find you the other night because I wanted to fix things. I told you that. I meant it, I want to get back together. I know I’m hard to love sometimes but swear down, I want to make it work. Keeley’s on me about commitment and shit and I dunno, it sounds nice. I’m fucking tired of fucking around. That shit’s exhausting.”

“Yeah, because a baby and a girlfriend isn’t fucking exhausting as well.”

Jamie wrinkles his nose. “Fucking Garnacho’s having a kid. If that little shit can handle it, I can too.”

You concede. He has a point. “Fine. You can spend the night. I’m going to shower and then pass out, which means you’ve got the dishes and Clare. You can sleep in the guest room, yeah? I’ll set up the baby monitor.”

Jamie smiles, and before you can really think it through, you lean over to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you,” you say softly before heading upstairs. You’re going to get an earful from Madeline later, but for now you’re going to get good sleep for the first night in a long while.

next chapter

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melt my heart ₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

a/n: been rewatching fairy tail and i forgot how FOINE that man is aaaa also my friends requested this teehee also srry for long wait lmao

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: readers lowk a bitch but they’ll get a redemption trustt, multiple flashbacks, angst, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, female anatomy, slight religious references but mostly used to emphasize a point yada yada

tags ✮⋆˙ afab!reader x gray, enemies to lover, eventual smut, angst

now playing: i'll kill you - summer walker ft. jhené aiko

❅ chapter 1: i'll kill you ❅

You had gotten tired of the endless running. The feeling of your lungs giving out as you neared your limit, the sweat running down your forehead as you climbed upon the stone rubble. The smell of blood and smoke flooded your senses. Have the gods forsaken us? You watched in horror as the village was engulfed in chaos by the cursed demon known as Deliora.

“Help me! Someone, anyone! Please!” You felt your lungs ache as you screamed in desperation.

You felt the vibrations of the demon’s heavy steps become stronger, causing you to hide under the fallen walls of a building. The dark growl of Deliora caused shivers to run down your spine.

“I’m scared…” A lump formed in your throat.

Tears spilled down your apple cheeks before the sound of yelling caught your attention. You peeked from your hiding place to see a…boy? He looked to be your age, black hair while supporting a white parka. Now that you got a better luck at him, you remembered seeing him along with a lady and a boy with white hair around him in your village. He was usually accompanied by a woman with dark hair and a boy his age with silver hair. You were always jealous of him, considering you were left an orphanage as a baby— You looked towards the left to see the back of Deliora in a close distance. This kid is standing right behind THE Deliora! You wanted to call for him but stopped yourself in fear of being caught. The situation is life or death, it would be foolish to save someone who puts their own life in the line. All you could do was watch.

That same woman who’s always around him appeared. Except, she’s wearing an ice prosthetic in place of her right leg. The spiky silver haired boy was laid out on the ground unconscious.

“Take Lyon with you, I can’t risk the two of you getting hurt,” she looked at him somberly.

“No! I’m not leaving you! Ur, please-”

“Ur, don’t go!” Your eyes widened as you watched the white haired boy stand up on his own.

“Lyon-”

“I was trained by one of the best wizards to exist, I can defeat Deliora!”

She clenched her teeth, “It’s too powerful even for me!”

“Just trust me!” The boy with white hair readies his stance by crossing his arms.

“That’s Iced Shell! Where did you learn that spell?!” The raven haired woman watched in horror.

“I went to the storehouse and read all your books since you refuse to teach us powerful spells!”

“Lyon, do you know what happens to the caster of that spell?!”

Your eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of you. The intensity of the spell had alerted the large demon, causing him to to turn around and notice them. “What is he doing?! Deliora’s gonna kill them for sure!” You bit your nails from anticipation.

Before the boy could fully perform the spell, he had quickly been encased in an ice sculpture. His movements frozen in place by the raven haired lady. “I can’t let you do that…”

“Ur, please…”

You watched the lady and the black haired boy exchange a few words before getting into the same stance as the boy encased in ice.

“Iced shell!”

You felt your heart race as you watched the brave woman cast the powerful ice spell to seal the demon away. Could this be the end of Deliora’s chaos? Slowly but surely, the woman’s body had started to deteriorate the longer she casted the risky spell, yet it seemed to be successful in sealing Deliora’s body.

After its body had been fully encased in the ice barrier, you diverted your attention back to the woman, her body slowly withering away. The black haired boy teared up as he watched his beloved teacher become one with the iced shell.

You bit your lip as you watch the boy sob nonstop as he called for his teacher’s name. You couldn’t understand it, all you felt was nothing but rage. You cursed the gods for leaving you fruitless. That boy had someone to look after him and his foolishness killed her. Meanwhile, your parents dumped you into an orphanage, leaving you with nothing. You fixed your own wounds, scavenged your own meals, and took up risky jobs for a few jewels. You even learned Lava magic by yourself! This boy had everything. A loving parental figure, a roof over his head, and proper education to hone his magic.

And you despised him for it.

You fled the scene before you could watch whatever happened next, kicking a few rocks out of frustration in the process. You swore the next time you saw him, you were going to beat the living hell out of him. “I really hate that boy,” you muttered under your breath.

You grabbed a map out of your pocket, unfolding it onto a smooth to piece of fallen concrete. “I can’t be here for any longer, I’m getting outta here.” You decided to scavenge up enough jewels to leave the wretched place that was once your home. After all, there was no use for you staying here anyways. And most of all, you didn’t want to see the face of that boy again.

You traced your dusty index finger along the tattered paper before landing on a specific region.

“This is it!”

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Years after Deliora's invasion, you acquired enough jewels to board a ship bound for Magnolia, a trading center in the Kingdom of Fiore. You had grown enamored with the bustling populace, the pathways crowded with vendors and children running around with toys. Your senses are continuously being tricked by the aroma of freshly made bread from the local bakery. You were in complete wonder of the gorgeous city and its stark contrast to your once little village. You've practically called this your new home.

And a new home means new opportunities! You ended up joining Fairy Tail, the most formidable guild in Fiore! A day spent at the guild is never dull since you’re constantly surrounded by kind individuals who genuinely care about you. Not to mention, it wasn’t unusual for brawls to break out every other week in the hall. It was no surprise to Makarov when you became a member of the guild at such a young age— you weren’t the only one, after all.

There is always terrible in addition to the good…

Maybe, just maybe, God or whatever heavenly force that resided in the sky would take pity on you. You’re already a starving wizard taking up jobs to pay off your own rent. You had your own problems and you can barely take care of yourself. But hey! God decided to send you a problem in the form of flesh and blood. Black hair, shirtless, ice wizard…

“Oh…you’re still here?” You dropped your messenger bag onto the table.

Gray rolled his eyes at your derogatory question, “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Your face contorted into an expression of disgust, “I was hoping you had left Fairy Tail by now so that I wouldn’t be able to see your face. Or even better, a giant toad could swallow you and digest you into nothing but bones.”

He smirked at your snickering, “Well that’s too bad, cause i’m not going anywhere.” You really hated that stupid smirk he gave you. It was like he was mocking you…

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Cause you can’t do jack shit to save yourself,” you snickered.

He clenched his fist before getting up and walking towards you, “What’d you say to me?!” Mist seeping from his palms as he felt his temper rise.

“I said your ass can’t do shit to save yourself,” you laughed.

Before you could land another joke on him, you find yourself slammed to the wall by a huge block of ice. The warm red liquid trickled down your nose, irony and salty as you licked it off your lips, “Can’t take a joke, ice boy?”

You shoot hot magma arrows towards him before he dodged it, destroying the wooden furniture nearby in the process. He created a bow and arrow out of ice before shooting them towards you. Luckily you shielded yourself with hardened lava before you could pierced by them. As you bent the lava at your will, you felt a shard of ice knick you at the cheek, causing a drop of blood to trickle down it.

You dramatically gasped, “How dare you! I was supposed to be modeling for Sorcerer’s Weekly this week!”

He smirked, “It’s not like your face was pretty to begin with, lava witch.”

You flicked a droplet of lava on him, causing him to whince in pain before cooling the small burn wound with his magic, “Come on, [Name], revenge is so last year.” A sarcastic tone in his voice.

You wiped the blood off your face, “Oh please, don’t act like no one would want to date an ugly ice troll like you.” You stuck your tongue at him.

He rolled his eyes before continuing to use his ice maker magic against you, in return you employed your lava magic to defend yourself.

The both of you were too caught up in the fight to focus on the master’s screams as he begged the both you guys to halt your magic attacks on each other to prevent the destruction of the guild hall.

Before the both of you could land the finishing blow on eachother, you felt tight grip on your shoulder before looking up to see the red headed S-class wizard, a grimaced look painted on her face.

“Sorry, Ezra.”

“Sorry, Erza.”

You both spoke monotonously with a hint of fear in your voices.

“Master is not too happy with the destruction of the hall! The next time you idiots start bickering again, I’m gonna smash your heads into the wall until it’s nothing but soup!” She tightens her grip causing your shoulder to start aching in the process.

“Ok, ok! we get it! Just stop that! Ow!”

Before furthering any damage on your shoulder, she lets the both of you go before heavily sighing, “Since you both are done arguing, Mira wanted to speak to the both of you guys.”

You and Gray look at each other confused before walking towards the bar, you saw a drunken yet horrified master sitting on the counter as the silver haired beauty pours him another cup of booze, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“Lovely morning to the both of you,” she giggles as she hands the wooden cup of booze to the master.

“And good morning to you too, Mira,” you smile back.

Gray stays silent with his arms crossed before you hit him lightly on the arm to alert him, “Hey- Morning to you too, Mira.”

She giggles again with her high pitched voice before tucking her silver hair over her ear, “Well, master was gonna tell you guys something but he got so stressed from the both of you almost destroying the guildhall that he drank himself nonverbal.” Right after saying that, you look over to see Makarov burbling random gibberish as he clutched the wooden cup handle.

She softly rubs circles onto the hiccuping master before turning her attention back towards you and Gray again, “There’s a job offer regarding the safety of a town nearby an active volcano. The volcano hasn’t been active for 1000 years but recently, the townsfolk have become concerned with loud rumbling coming from it. And since you guys are both lava and ice wizards…”

“Absolutely not. I’m not going with ice stripper here. And can’t you ask Natsu for help on this?”

Gray rolled his eyes at your nickname, “Not my fault my rock hard abs need air.”

“Never say that again,” your face grimaced.

“You know you like it, [Name].” He teases you.

You made a ‘barfing gesture’ at his comment, “Not in a million years, Fullbuster.”

She sighed, “Unfortunately, Natsu already stepped out with Happy since they’re still on that quest to find Igneel.”

“Of course he is,” you face palmed. You groaned as you pinch the bridge of your nose before looking up at Mira again, “Fine, i’ll do the damn job.”

“Awesome! I’ll mark this quest claimed by the both of ya’ll. And do try to get along while you’re at it…you’re kind of responsible for the lives of an entire town so don’t forget that!” She smiles.

Gray smirks before getting close to your ear, the warmness of his breath hitting your ear, “Don’t forget, we’re splitting the reward, lava witch.”

You rolled your eyes before turning your head towards him, “Duh.”

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Two years after leaving your village…

You squealed as you glided your hand over the distinct mark of Fairy Tail on your arm, a symbol of your initiation into the guild. As you happily trotted down the guildhall, you felt someone tap your shoulder. In response, you turned around as you focused your attention towards a boy with pink hair wearing a scale-designed scarf.

“Hey, you’re that girl that just joined our guild! Welcome to Fairy Tail uhhh…”

“[Name]. My name is [Name],” you giggled.

He smiled cheekily, “Nice to meet you, [Name]. Name’s Natsu, I’m a fire wizard- wait no. A fire DRAGON-SLAYER, and this is my companion, Happy.”

“Aye!” The blue winged cat exclaimed in a high-pitched voice as he waved at you.

“Say, how old are ya and what type of magic you got? I hope you’re strong cause i’m looking for a sparring partner who’s tough enough to beat me!” The pink-haired boy slammed his fist towards his hand.

You smirked at his fiery spirit before you decided to boast about yourself, “Mmm I’m ten and I’m a lava wizard. Ten is practically an adult so I can drink beer anytime I want.”

The boy looked at you with amazement, “WHOAAA, that’s so cool. Once I reach double digits, i’m gonna drink beer everyday and then I’ll be able to beat Guildarts!”

“And I know I said we should spar against eachother but since we both work with heat…I say we work together to defeat that stupid ice wizard, Gra-” Before Natsu could finish his sentence, a block of ice appeared out of nowhere, crushing the boy under it.

“OW! What the eff, Gray!” He cried out in anger as fire escaped his mouth.

You turn your attention towards the culprit, he was about the same age as you and Natsu. Black hair, Fairy Tail mark on his shirtless torso, a snarky expression on his face. You stood there frozen in shock and disgust. The boy from the village.

“Your voice was getting annoying so I was trying to shut you up,” he yawned with a nonchalant look on his face.

Suddenly, he saw you standing next to the loud pink-haired boy before walking over to you, a smirk painted on his face.

“Sup, name’s Gray Fullbuster. You’re the new girl in our guild, huh? Saw you from over there and uh-”

“Hey, Gray! Stop flirting with my new teammate and go away!” Flames still erupting from the pink-haired boy’s mouth.

“IM NOT FLIRTING! I’m just trying to get to know her…” The black-haired boy looked away as he awkwardly scratched his neck, a red hue creeping onto his cheeks.

He returns to his usual stance before using that same smirk on you again, “I’m an ice-maker user, it’s pretty cool, no pun intended. So how bout you ditch this loser and join my te-”

“I would rather burn myself in my own lava then join forces with you.”

The smirk on his face faltered as he looked at you in disbelief, “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, no, looking at you made me automatically dislike you. Can you at least have some type of decorum? Or are you a pervert in training?” You look at him up and down as you roll your eyes.

The boy’s cheeks become redder than before as he looks down on his lack of attire, “Not my fault it’s become a habit! I learned it from training in the mountains with my master!”

You scoff, “Yea, whatever, ice boy. I taught myself on how to use lava magic. No master needed.”

“Well, MY master was like the greatest ice-maker wizard to exist. AND she had the potential to become a wizard saint, BEAT THAT!” He smirks at you.

You felt your temper rise as you puff your cheeks out in anger, “Well some of us didn’t have the privilege of having a ‘master’ to teach us ‘cool magic tricks.’ Some of us had to work our way to the top on our own!”

He scoffed before crossing his arms, “Calm down, lava witch-”

“Lava witch?!”

“Yeah, cause you look like one and act like one!” He angrily pushed you.

“Ok then, how bout I call you an ice troll! Cause you’re dumb and ugly!” You pushed him back.

“IM NOT DUMB AND UGLY!”

You laughed at his reaction, “Whatever floats your boat, ice troll!”

He felt his eye twitch, “What’s your problem with me?! All I wanted was to say hi and now you’re picking a fight with me!”

You cross your arms before getting close to his face, looking him up and down, “Hmm let’s see…you’re ugly, short, a pervert, and you’re dependent.”

“Now you’re just being a bully!”

“Well, sometimes it’s needed.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass!” He rolled up his non-existent sleeves.

“Not if I kick yours first!”

As master Makarov took another swig of his booze, he heard yelling and hitting behind him before sighing and placing the wooden beer cup on the bar counter.

“Not even her first full day and already getting into a fight with the ice wizard…As if him and Natsu weren’t annoying already. I swear this boy makes enemies too easily.” He hiccuped.

“It’s ice-maker magic, dipshit!” The boy shouted as he pulled your hair.

“CONTROL YOUR MOUTH, BOY!” Makarov shouted back.

“Can someone get this stupid block of ice off me! I wanna join!” The pink-haired boy still struggling to push the block of ice off him.

Ice and lava is never a good mix…

#fanfic #gray fullbuster #fairy tail #eventual smut #romcom #enemies to lovers #fairy tail fanfiction #comedic #comedy fic

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lemonmatronics · 6 months ago

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So after watching a ton of restoration videos with objects that are super rusty it’s gotten he wondering if Mecha getting refurbished would really be that bad?

I’ve openly been against cleaning them up for 2 main reasons

1- It looks cool on all of them and that color of rust on Mecha is hot as fuck sorry

2- I feel like, especially for Mecha whose colors have drastically changed, getting them all back in tiptop shape and what they used to be like really takes away from the character growth.

Their physical appearances really highlight the changes they’ve been through and how independent they are now. Mecha looks less like Sonic than ever before, and is happy with that. I feel like they all hold pride with the bodies they’ve fixed and built, and that’s really sweet to me

But the reality of it is their bodies rusting is dangerous for multiple reasons, and you could easily play the “it’s fiction card” (I have) but speaking from a realism perspective

Rust not only makes it harder for moving pieces to,, well move, but it also makes metal deteriorate. Stuff like this is what put the thought of Spark actually outliving him in my brain instead of the robot outliving the breathing being but THAT’S for another day

So, it would do them all good to be cleaned up right? But it also would go against their character growth

well only if you do it wrong

I do think there’s a way you could have Mecha be refurbished and it work, and it boils down to some pretty simple things

-Let him keep the tattered cape after

-Eye/Brain is stil cracked (too dangerous to mess with that) and using its blast still knocks him out

-He keeps his replacement limbs, maybe put a casing around that saw foot at most

-REPAINT. Oh my GOD do not make him blue

You could follow every step above except the last and keeping him blue would fuck it all up. Let him simply be repainted into a nice rusty red brown color, maybe even cover up that blue patch to highlight ALL of Eggman’s (literal) control of him is gone after the events of the mini series

Making him blue, and look more like Sonic, would easily be the worst choice refurbishment wise. Replacing limbs right by it but doing that is kinda impossible anyways

So I’m now of the stance that I’m not 100% against fixing them up, but damnit if they do so they better do it right or else I will still riot

I am that scrapnik island bitch I’m not the one you wanna disappoint IDW

#scrapnik island #mecha sonic mk2 #mecha sonic #idw sonic #sonic idw #sonic the hedgehog #sth #idw sonic comics #sonic series #metal sonic #I mentioned my oc in this because this was originally gonna be about honeyrust #But then I made too many good points and like damn #Spark is the oc

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hydrogenuranium · 1 day ago

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Incorrect Quotes !FEATURING ZESTIAL!

I'm actually surprised he's never been in one of these before, he's one of Urani's favorite characters (the Second being Vox because they are a BASIC ASS BITCH/j), I tried to make him sound all 'old timey' and stuff but I gave up halfway through

Vox: Good. Thanks, Dad. Velvette: You just called Zestial “dad”. You just said, “Thanks, dad.” Vox: What? No, I didn’t. I said, “thanks, man”. Zestial: Does thou see me as a father figure, Vox? Vox: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me. Carmilla: Hey! Show your father some respect!

Velvette: Nothing feels better than winning Monopoly. Not love, not sex, not free pizza, nothing! Vox: I’m sorry, have you tried pizza? Velvette: Yes, and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friend’s eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate. Alastor: I like you.

Alastor: My assistance will be an act of beneviolence. Carmilla: ...Don’t you mean benevolence? Alastor: No.

*The Overlord's thoughts on stabbing* Rosie: Would never stab anyone.

Carmilla: Would stab someone in retaliation

Vox: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Valentino: Would stab without warning.

Zestial: Would stab as a warning.

Vox: Everything’s fine, Valentino. Valentino: Vox, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Rosie: I have a bad feeling about this... Velvette: What do you mean? Rosie: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Velvette: No? Valentino: That actually explains so much.

Valentino: You played me! Zestial: Like the cheap kazoo you are!

#hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #incorrect hazbin hotel quotes #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel zestial #so many tags #long ass post

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labselkie · 2 months ago

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the thing about pool/verine and whatever agatha x ri o is called

note i’m actually doing pretty well tonight! usually i’d be posting smthn like this after breaking down /lh but nah i just finally found a way to say it

tl;dr u can still enjoy these ships just keep them away from my account. im just a mangy little bitch who takes things too seriously

first off. it’s hypocritical for me to have a problem with this when 90% of my fandom interactions r through oc x canon or selfshipping. i get that. but a girl can have feelings sometimes right?

alright biggest, and broadest. getting queerbaited by marvel is like losing chess to a dog. both examples r directly under disney, the “first gay character ever” disney, the flaming show creators for any gay references disney

they know it causes an explosion within fandom space, and they’re going to utilize that

also it’s sorta tiring only seeing honda odyssey jokes when you’re trying to look for anything of the guys separate. you know they have their own stories right?

it feels like VOLTRON FFS. the commodification of any queer ships especially in online fandom is far too big for me to cover in a stupid little post, but when you dumb characters w decades of work behind them to being grumpy x sunshine gay enemies to lovers. i will sound like a middle aged white dude and lecture about comics

now onto the biggest offender to me. the thing that has deteriorated my mental health. agatha x the assassin sent to kill her

the honda odyssey scene was good, it was funny. but when you call agatha fighting rio the “wlw version XD” i want to rip an eye out

dp and wolv can’t die. they’re an immovable object vs an unstoppable force, that’s their thing

but agatha was at a disadvantage, she was one slip up away from getting killed. yes there was banter, yes the show runners confirmed some gay shit. but can we not WAIT for two weeks? there is more to two characters than shipping (says the selfshipper)

but as a selfshipper, at least i keep my shit in a toilet

best case scenario for me, they were exes

and if someone hits me w the “you just hate enemies to lovers” i’m finding you personally and

#selkie speaking #long post #not tagging cuz im scared

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cherrryxx · 11 months ago

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“I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think that your house is haunted…”

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(This is a very big self comfort, but I’m going to post it just in case there’s anyone out there dealing with the same things who need love too. Even if you don’t read this, remember that you are a loved and valuable person, and never let anyone make you think otherwise.)

Pairing: Portgas D Ace x M!reader

Warnings(s): PTSD, Panic Attacks, religious trauma, verbal abuse, cursing, manipulation, father issues, very-big-hurt/comfort (most of these are just mentions of!)

(None of the warnings are things that Ace does/says to reader)

“Hey, what’s the matter with you lately?”

Ace looked at you, though his tone seemed somewhat hard you could tell he was concerned.

And you understood why.

You looked like the dead, your eyes were bloodshot, eyebags so dark you could probably see them from across the ship. Which was, to put it simply, very unnatural and somewhat unnerving.

“I’m fine.” You lied.

You know you haven’t been even close to fine. You couldn’t sleep. Although, it was more that you were afraid to sleep.

You afraid to see things again after that night. After that one island you and Ace had stopped at.

You nearly fell to the ground you felt so weak. When you saw it. The church.

The one your dad had you go to as a child.

The place that you put your whole faith, and whole life into. Just for everything to abandon you.

It made you think, was the “savior” even there for you to begin with?

You shook your head, snapping back to the situation in front of you. Ace’s eyes were burning holes into the back of your head.

“I know some things are hard, but I’d prefer if you didn’t lie to me.”

Ace’s voice was quiet. He kept looking at you, his dark hair shading his brown eyes as they bore into you, awaiting a response.

To be honest, you did want to tell Ace. You wanted to tell him everything, how your father ruined your life, how he made you believe that he was never hurting you.

And you believed the lying bitch.

For the longest time, you let yourself believe every damned lie, but when you finally pointed it out, it was too late for you.

There wasn’t anything you could do to “fix” it. You couldn’t wait for a father who hurt his kid in the worst way possible, but still believed he was a good man.

“I can’t.” Your voice cracked as you held back tears, “I can’t, Ace.”

He noticed your quickly deteriorating composure and brought you into a nearby room. Ace knew it was hard enough to be vulnerable to him, he didn’t want to expose your broken sentiment to the rest of the crew.

You sobbed as you felt Ace pull you into his arms, rocking you back and forth, trying to calm you down.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Ace said softly,

“Just know I don’t think less of you for this. Men cry. It’s healthy. There’s nothing wrong with needing to let it out.”

Your breathing was strained as you struggled to pull the words out of your mouth, “Th-thank you.”

You hiccuped, pulling away from the embrace and swiping the tears from your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Ace.”

The black haired man frowned, “Why are you apologizing? Don’t apologize.”

He reached over and rubbed your shoulder, “Look, you don’t have to tell me what exactly what happened. All I ask is that you let me know that something affects you this much.” He pats your shoulder, letting his hand down,

“I know what it’s like to be unable to sleep at night, not because your scared, but because you know what happens when you close your eyes.”

You swallow, nodding your head.

After five or more minutes of standing in awkward silence, you take a chance and start to explain what happened to you as a kid. What you saw on the last island that set you off, why you couldn’t sleep.

Ace listened tentatively, not ever interrupting. Once you were done you stood in silence once more.

“Thank you for telling me.” Ace said gently, he brought you into another embrace, rocking you side to side in a soothing manner.

You truly felt relaxed, for the first time. You had a feeling with the support of Ace you could continue to feel that way.

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