#but I keep thinking it and nothing she’s doing or saying is helping and I don’t want to bring it up to her because she’s fucking stressed

[bi-writes]

deranged ex husband!ghost thoughts:

he lives up to his nickname. he's not ex husband price who simply Does Not Stop and shows up all the time to demonstrate to your new partners that he is fundamental anatomy to your life.

he haunts you. tampered amazon packages, a room slightly altered when you return from work, he's in your phone, he's in your inbox, he fixes things while you're away just as often as he breaks them.

is there someone in the other room? you bought a travel door lock and replaced every piece of home security tech with something new but you can swear you can hear a window shimmied open, a door lock whirring. you think you're losing your mind. who do you call when you think you're being stalked? when security is your greatest fear? your ex? his friends?

a wriggling and primal part of your mind warns you this is a bad idea. but you unblock his number, you text simon to see if he's still in the area. how are you doing? i know it's been a while, but i need a favor.

oh my goodness............................. (18+)

he says nothing as he does a walkthrough of your new divorcee flat. one bedroom in a nice-enough neighborhood, but you saw the twitch of his eye when he noticed the front lobby doors could be jimmyed open with the edge of a credit card.

the cat greets him like she always does. slender, grey thing that slithers between his thick legs as he moves through your space. you notice his gloved hands ghosting over divots in entryways that he made, flicking the useless lock of your window that he's already broken himself twice. you follow him like a puppy into every room he studies, rocking back and forth, wet eyes and trembling lips realizing as he moves just how unsafe you are.

he says nothing when he stands in your foyer again after doing his thorough once-over, turning to face you silently, where you're already crying. he just stands, not touching you, tilting his head to the side as he watches those glassy, salty tears fall down your puffed cheeks as you sputter through soft breaths that you don't know what to do.

ghost just kisses his teeth and stands there. he's an asshole—he's not going to do anything unless you ask him to. he's mean like that, likes to be wanted. he wants you to open your pretty, wet mouth and ask for it like a good girl. he's not going to assume you want his help; he wants you to put your hands on his thick chest and ask him all pathetic that you need him to do something about the thing that's been breaking into your house.

ghost is not your husband anymore though. when he was, he would've gladly fixed all your things for you. he would've gladly spent the entire day installing cameras, fixing your locks, getting you proper deadbolts, but he's just some man to you now, and his labor isn't for free.

he wants to feel nasty about it, but he can't. you don't even have to ask what he wants—you know what it is. you sniffle, blubbery and whiny, as you put your thumbs into the gusset of your sleep shorts and pull them to the side as you bend over the kitchen counter.

he keeps a big hand tangled in your hair as he fucks you. he yanks your neck back, bending you at the hip, an angle so sharp that your back arches uncomfortably as the edge of the counter digs into your tummy sharply. he barely makes a sound himself, but the slick between your bodies makes up for it.

slap, slap, slap—you're soaked between the thighs, all wound up and hot and breathless after watching ghost be so capable and confident and smart. he's so intelligent. he's so big and brawny and brave. you'd trade anything to feel safe again after living on your own after so long, and honestly, paying for fixed locks for a wet shag with your ex-husband isn't the worst price at all.

the problem between you two was never the sex, that's for sure. in fact, you think the connection alone kept you around longer than you meant to be. ghost would light a cigarette and stick a thick hand down his trousers, and you'd all but fall onto his dick just to placate the heat of attraction that always wound you like crazy.

your eyes roll back in your head when he cups your pussy with a big, hot hand. you grip the counter and grind against his palm, sticking your tongue out as he pounds into you deeper, more forcefully. he's close, you know it by the falter in his breaths, and you can't help yourself.

you just can't.

"inside—" you whine. "don't pull out—"

ghost laughs—why the fuck would he ever pull out?

maybe if he breaks a window next, you'll let him try for a baby.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hi🤍 could you write something about Charles toddler having a crush on one of the drivers ( one of your choice) and then she found out that the driver is taken?? A cute one where Charles " help" her go through her first heartbreak.

I love your writing ☁️

Little Heartbreak

The Ferrari garage was buzzing with activity, but Charles had only one priority—his little girl. Yn sat on the counter beside his engineers, swinging her legs back and forth, her tiny Ferrari shirt slightly oversized but still adorable. She had her favorite stuffed bunny clutched in one hand and a bright smile on her face.

“Papa, can we go see Carlos?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head up at him.

Charles chuckled, running a gentle hand through her soft curls. “You really like visiting him, don’t you, mon amour?”

Yn nodded enthusiastically. “He’s so nice to me! And he’s funny! And…” Her cheeks turned a little pink as she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “I just like him a lot.”

Charles bit back a smile. He knew his daughter had a small, innocent crush on Carlos. Every time they visited the Williams garage, Yn would light up, practically bouncing on her feet when Carlos greeted her. And Carlos, always kind and playful, made time for her no matter how busy he was.

“Alright, ma princesse,” Charles said, lifting her into his arms. “Let’s go say hi.”

Yn squealed excitedly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the Williams garage.

When they arrived, the Williams team was working, mechanics moving around as engineers talked in hushed tones. But Yn’s eyes were locked on him—Carlos, who stood near his car, laughing with a woman.

Charles immediately recognized her—Rebecca, Carlos’ girlfriend. She was beautiful, kind, and Charles had always thought they made a lovely couple.

Just as Charles was about to get Yn’s attention, Carlos leaned in, pressing a soft, affectionate kiss on Rebecca’s lips. It wasn’t anything dramatic, just a gentle kiss filled with warmth and love.

Charles didn’t even have time to react before he felt Yn’s little body stiffen in his arms. Her tiny hands clutched his shirt tightly, and when he glanced down, he saw her big green eyes wide with surprise.

Carlos and Rebecca turned, spotting them. Carlos grinned. “Charles! Yn! Hey, come here.”

Rebecca smiled warmly. “Hi, Yn. Carlos has told me so much about you.”

Yn’s lower lip trembled, and Charles’ heart clenched. Oh, no.

Carlos took a step closer, but before he could say anything else, a tear slipped down Yn’s cheek. She sniffled, quickly rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to be brave. But Charles knew his little girl too well.

“Mon amour,” Charles murmured softly, adjusting his hold on her. “What’s wrong?”

Yn let out a tiny, shaky breath before whispering in his ear, “Il m'aime pas.” (He doesn't love me)

Charles felt his heart break in two. His little girl, experiencing her first innocent heartbreak, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Carlos’ eyes widened in realization. “Oh no, Yn, I—” He reached out, but Yn buried her face in Charles’ chest, tiny hands gripping his shirt tightly as soft sniffles escaped her.

Rebecca, noticing the situation, placed a gentle hand on Carlos’ arm, giving him a sympathetic look.

Charles gave them both an apologetic smile. “It’s okay, really. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Carlos still looked stricken. “I didn’t mean to make her sad…”

“I know,” Charles reassured him before rubbing Yn’s back soothingly. “I think we should go, mon cœur.”

Yn didn’t say anything, just nodded against his chest. Without another word, Charles turned and walked back toward the Ferrari garage, his daughter curled up in his arms, her little heart hurting for the first time.

When Charles stepped back into the Ferrari garage, Lewis was standing near the espresso machine, sipping his coffee. He took one look at Charles and Yn and immediately raised an eyebrow.

“What happened?”

Charles sighed, sitting down on the couch, keeping Yn close as she sniffled into his shoulder. “A little heartbreak,” he murmured, running his hand up and down her back.

Lewis frowned before setting his coffee down and crouching in front of them. “Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Yn peeked up at him, her eyes watery. “C-Carlos has a girlfriend…”

Lewis blinked, glancing at Charles, who just nodded. Understanding dawned on his face, and he softened immediately.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lewis cooed, reaching out to gently wipe a tear from Yn’s cheek. “I know that must feel really sad.”

Yn sniffled, nodding. “I… I wanted to marry him.”

Lewis chuckled softly. “Oh, my love, that’s very sweet of you.” He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. “But I promise, one day, you’ll meet someone even more special, and they’ll love you just as much as you love them.”

Charles smiled at Lewis gratefully, watching as his daughter relaxed in the older driver’s arms.

Lewis pressed a kiss to the top of Yn’s head. “And you know what always makes me feel better?”

Yn wiped her nose. “What?”

Lewis grinned. “Flowers.”

Charles’ eyes lit up. That was it. He gently pulled Yn back into his arms. “Mon amour, will you stay with Tonton Lewlew for a few minutes?”

Yn nodded, resting her head on Lewis’ chest as the Mercedes driver rocked her gently.

Charles quickly slipped away, hurrying out of the garage.

Charles returned ten minutes later, a beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers in his hands. He smiled when he saw Lewis still cuddling Yn, quietly telling her a story.

“Mon cœur,” Charles called gently.

Yn looked up, her eyes still a little puffy but filled with curiosity when she saw what he was holding.

“These are for you,” Charles said, kneeling in front of her. “Because you are the most beautiful, sweetest girl in the whole world.”

Yn gasped softly, reaching out to touch the petals. “For me?”

Charles smiled warmly. “For you, ma princesse.”

Yn threw her tiny arms around her Papa’s neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Papa!”

Charles kissed the top of her head. “Always, mon amour.”

Lewis ruffled her hair. “See? Flowers always make things better.”

Yn giggled, holding her bouquet close. “They’re so pretty.”

Charles smiled, relieved to see his little girl happy again.

And just like that, Yn’s heartbreak was replaced with warmth, love, and the understanding that no matter what, her Papa would always be there to make things better.

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Authors Note: Hey loves! I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[cherrygirlfriend]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ cuffing season

pairing: reader x bsf!rafe synopsis: reader isn't getting enough attention from rafe, so she has the bright idea to cuff herself to him. warnings: smut, piv, unprotected sex, MDNI! - wc: 1.7k a/n; i’ve lowkey been depressed and uninspired lately so i might just post my old content for a bit. anyway; originally posted 12/14/2024

bsf!masterlist ♡ rafe masterlist ♡

every man smarter than a fifth grader knows one thing for a fact; women thrive on attention. when you ignore a flower, leaving it in the shade, unwatered for days, it wilts up and dies. and you may have well been a gardenia in your past life with how much attention you required. and you? you were definitely wilting up.

it had been two weeks since you last saw rafe; you'd texted him, trying to make plans, but he kept saying how 'busy' he was, or telling you to buy something nice, and it'd be "his treat". what use were cute clothes and sexy lingerie when there was no one to show them off to?

to be fair, he really was busy. you preferred to keep yourself in the dark when it came to rafe's business, simply humming a song inside your head when he talked business with someone while you were sitting in his lap, but you knew he spent most of his time cooped up in his father's old office, but now, he was barely answering your texts, and you decided enough was enough.

so, one night you decided to surprise him. to help him... destress.

you put on one of the new lingerie sets you'd gotten on rafe's dime, wearing nothing over it but the classic/cliché beige trenchcoat, a surprise in your pocket.

you got out of the uber in front of the cameron household, your heels clicking against the cobblestone as you walked up to the door. normally, you'd ring the doorbell, but not wanting to ruin the surprise, you took the key rafe had given to you for 'emergencies', in this case it really was an emergency. you felt like you might die if he didn't touch you.

kicking the heels off your feet when you got inside, you looked around; the house you'd spent time in ever since you were both kids was always so strange in the dark. and now that rafe was the only one living there, the house felt... lifeless.

as you tiptoed up the stairs, you were starting to hear rafe's heated voice, sending shivers down your spine, a small heat in the pit of your stomach starting to spread as you got closer to the door, slightly ajar.

"i don't fucking care what you need to do, just get it done!" he shouted, and you could hear the springs of the office chair, before a breathy sigh left his lips.

"rafe?" you said softly, the man you were looking for startling straight in his chair, looking at you with wide eyes as you stood in the crack of the door.

"oh..." he let out a breath, relaxing again, "it's just you."

"wow!" you scoffed playfully, "what a nice way to greet me." you said as you made your way into the room, walking closer to him, a small grin starting to spread on his lips.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, looking up at you, bringing one of your hands to his lips, pressing small kisses to the back of it, "did i miss a text telling you were coming? if i did, i'm sorry, i've been on the phone for the-"

"shh." you moved your hand to cover his mouth, rafe's brows raising in amusement. "i didn't text you."

he took your hand away from his mouth, "ah, so a surprise visit. well, i hate to disappoint you, but-"

the moment your coat hit the floor, his jaw seemed to be doing the same, the smile on your lips only widening further as you spun around for him, pretending to show off the lingerie instead of tempting him.

"what do you think?" you smiled innocently, "you told me to get something nice, your treat, so i did. i thought you'd wanna see it. oh, by the way, the coat was also on you."

"shit..." his hands found your hips, and you could hear him swallow as he watched the way your ass curved around the thong. you turned your head to look at him, noticing the growing bulge in his pants, "if i didn't have to finish this right now... the things i'd do..."

you turned your body around fully to face him, a small frown on your face as you brought your arms in front of your chest, his hands still resting on your hips. "rafe cameron, you have a half-naked woman standing in front of you, and all you're worried about is work! i need attention too!"

rafe let out a breath he felt like he had been holding in for the past two weeks, "baby, just give me thirty minutes to finish-"

but you didn't even give him three seconds. before he'd even noticed anything, you'd grabbed the pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs out of your coat's pocket, cuffing one around rafe's wrist, and one around yours, the man looking at you with wide eyes.

"what the hell?!" he exclaimed as he stood up, now cuffed to you.

"no 'thirty minutes', no 'fifteen minutes', no more minutes!" you exclaimed, now looking up at him, "i've been missing you for two weeks, and if you make me wait one more second to have your lips on mine, i'm never letting you touch me aga-!"

before you could finish your sentence, rafe had pulled you to his chest, his lips crashing against yours, his lips conveying the yearning he'd been feeling for the past two weeks, mixing in with the yearning you'd felt, pure electricity transferring between the two of you, his body melding into yours, his erection pressing against your.

when you finally pulled apart, the harsh breaths you were letting out mixing in with his, your bodies, and a string of saliva still connecting you.

"you have no idea how much i've wanted you..." he breathed out, causing you to let out a small chuckle.

"me? you have no idea how much i've been craving you."

you pushed him until he was sitting in the chair, the springs of the office chair squeaking, rafe's brows lifted in surprise. you bent slightly to pull down the sweatpants he'd been wearing with your free hand, before you settled yourself onto his lap, feeling his erection through his calvin kleins.

"oh? are you taking control?" he asked in a playful tone as you ground yourself against his bulge, causing him to let out a groan, his a small wet patch already forming on his boxers as you continued grinding yourself against him.

you'd spent the past two weeks needily humping yourself against a plushie rafe had given you, watching videos you two had taken together, and even though you were only grinding your clothed cunt against his clothed cock, you knew that your moments spent alone had nothing on the moments you got to spend with him.

"i need you..." you whispered into his ear, tugging down his boxers, rafe letting out a small hiss as his erection was freed, your lips sucking on the sensitive spot on his ear, a beautiful whimper leaving his lips.

"i need you even more." he said, in turn tugging down the panties you were wearing before his free hand went to your tits, cupping and squeezing them through your bra.

"wanna bet?"

you brought your cuffed hand to his, rafe's free hand on his cock, gathering some of the wetness at your entrance with his tip, and you could picture it mixing in with his precum as he brought the tip of his cock to your entrance, and he was so close, but somehow it felt like you were both in whole different universes.

"i'm sorry..." rafe mumbled, intertwining your fingers, "i promise i'll pay more attention to you... i've just been so busy..."

"i don't ca-"

your sentence was interrupted when you felt his tip enter you, both of you letting out similar groans.

"fuck... has your pussy somehow gotten even tighter, huh? it feels so nice n snug around me, baby..."

"maybe she's just missed daddy..." you sink even further down his cock, rafe letting out groans that were so similar to the first time you two ever had sex, his eyes fixed on you as you sunk lower and lower on his cock until you felt him right there, causing you to let out a gasp.

"looks like she has..." rafe chuckled, bringing his free hand to your hips, as well as the hand intertwined with yours, "you wanna help daddy, hm?" he chuckled, but you were too drunk on the feeling of him in you, under you, around you, to even react to his teasings, so rafe started to move you on his cock, helping you with his hips and his hands.

soon, you were bouncing on his cock without even really realizing what was happening. his cuffed hand was still intertwined with yours, both of them pressed against your hips, as his free hand held onto you, rafe basically guiding you on him, at least until his free hand moved closer to your tummy, his thumb pressed against your clit, slowly circling it, but even without his guidance, your hips knew the rhythm, knew exactly what to do.

your head was thrown back, completely lost in the ecstasy, rafe's touch the only thing you could feel, every time the head of his cock hit your cervix, every circle he drew on your clit with his thumb, and before you even realized it, you were moaning and practically panting his name uncontrollably, the squeeze of your wall around his cock causing rafe to let out grunts as you felt the knot in your stomach finally coming undone.

but as rafe continued fucking up into you, you knew he was nowhere near done with you.

"how does three orgasms sound?" rafe chuckled, lifting his hips with slightly more vigor, the man hitting your cervix right in the middle of your orgasm, squeezing your cuffed hand. "that enough attention for you?"

[shewhowillrise]

One Hour Before Joker’s Death

Tim’s hands shook as he continued research into what these monsters did to his brother. Videos of torture, mission logs of them using him as a starved hit man, and a detailed chart of how starved he is to how many he’ll kill without discrimination.

Picture of Jason in shorts, with peeling skin, tanned skin revealing sick green. Standing in front of a wall with lines to show height. His eyes had bags underneath. Info attached: Refused to kill unless pushed to. Took a few weeks of cognitive behavioral therapy to get the subject to kill. Still will chose its own victims instead of hunting the mark wanted. Six months starvation. One death needed.

Picture of him again, this time with a Y scar, a metal collar, and chain hooked to something out of frame. His cheeks gaunt, left hand skeletal to his elbow, his fingers of his right hand in stages of peeling and showing bone. The picture cuts off just past the shorts but the skin is noticeably peeling as well. Some spots on his chest were peeling to show rotten meat beneath.

Will be less picky about meals. But will chose a GIW agent over body provided. 18 months starvation. 5-8 deaths needed.

“The duffel bag,” Bruce breaths out, speaking for the first time since finding the GIW archives.

“…and after that it was anyone listed on the sex offenders list,” Dick says, “and…only one every three months at that, when…when Red Hood was killing.”

Bruce hummed at that. He’s…he’s been starving his son. He can feel the bile crawling up his throat. When Tim changes to the next picture, he’s forced to look away, but he didn’t quickly enough. The image is seared into his mind forever.

Jason, left arm completely bone, right leg skeletal as well, right arm half bone half peeling, so was his face. His chest a patchwork of skin and bone and rotted meat. Patches of skin on his jaw completely gone, showing teeth. God it made him want to throw up. Especially seeing the collar paired with animal control poles tight around his arms holding him back as he looked like he was trying to charge at the photographer.

“Will not stop,” Tim read, “will kill anything in its path. 20+ deaths to satisfy its craving. Two years of starvation.”

Years. His boy was with these…monsters…for years.

Stuck it up Bruce, he thinks to himself, break down after you help your son.

“Did they do any research one what he is or if there’s a cure?” Bruce asks, turning around and stares at the keyboard Tim frantically types on. He can’t look at that photo again.

“Some of their documents label him as a ‘revenant’ but nothing that defines what that is,” Tim says.

“I might have something,” Oracle chimes in.

“I looked into living GIW scientists and found Doctor Fenton and Fenton. Their emancipated son, Daniel Nightingale, seems to be in the same field as them, but his research seems more humane and sees what GIW sees as subjects as humanistic beings. Like a supernatural meta, or supermetanatural as he calls it,” she says, sending a file to the batcomputer, “he states in this that revenants are beings of revenge. Murder victims that are so angry about their death they literally wake themselves up to seek revenge. But if they were to kill their murderer, their ‘obsession’ would be so fulfilled that they would die again. I haven’t read everything to know what an obsession is other than it’s an important part of a supermetanatural’s existence. Without it, they would cease to exist.”

“Anything about how to fix this without Jason ‘ceasing to exist’?” Duke asks, looking at the glove on the ground. Only known his foster brother for a short time but even though they haven’t spoken a word, Jason has protected him any time he needed it. Was there to hold him when he cried over his parents at the hospital.

“Yeah,” Oracle says, and another file pops up, “if someone were to take revenge on their murderer in their name. Death of the murderer shall ‘satiate’ the need to feed. And while the supermetanatural will keep some powers, such as super strength and low level ‘ghost’ powers, they will no longer decompose, and essentially be human.”

Bruce looked over at his eldest. At this moment, this is the first time he wished he didn’t save a life. He can see Dick set his jaw and he knows Dick’s going to go and beat the clown to death again. But this shouldn’t be a burden on his shoulders.

“Continue with your work here in the cave and do what you have to with the GIW,” he says, leaving the cave.

“B?” Dick calls after him, “B where the fu-” the clock door closing cuts him off.

Dick huffed, “probably going to go brood or something,” then he got a quizzical look, “does it say anything on who helped him escape?”

Tim looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “isn’t it obvious? They starved him and he attacked them all.”

“I don’t think so,” Dick stated, “remember when Red Hood first showed up? 8 heads? All child traffickers? He must have been starved for roughly 18 months. Someone helped him escape.”

“Probably Nightingale. In one of his papers he mentions meeting a revenant and ‘helping them out of a sticky situation’,” Oracle interjects, “last known location was a run down apartment building in Crime Alley. Possibly where Red Hood was headed?”

“Could-”

“Um guys,” Stephanie pipes up, “we got a situation,” she pushes Tim out of the way, and starts the live feed from the Gotham Gazette.

“Hey!” Tim protests but when the feed loads he’s stunned.

“That is right Paul,” the news reporter states while in front of the Arkham Asylum, “moments ago during a break out, Jack Napier, better known as the Joker, was gunned down by Gotham’s own Bruce Wayne.”

DC x DP

Jason never made it to the Lazarus pit or the league of assassins.

Bruce gave him that excuse for his green eyes and short temper.

Jason knows he didn’t crawl out of his grave with the giant Y that scars his chest.

Jason knows he’s a revenant.

Jason knows he needs to kill to stay sane. To stay whole.

A soul sucker they called him.

Jason agreed not to kill, because he misses his family. No matter how much he starves himself, it’s worth it to get Dick’s hugs, experience Tim’s genius, see Cassandra’s award winning performance, to help Damian experience a childhood.

Jason didn’t realize Bruce doesn’t know what he is. Jason didn’t realize Bruce meant Black Gate when he said he’d take him in the next time he killed. Jason didn’t realize Bruce had no idea about the anti ecto acts.

Jason swore to stay in line, so he’d never end up on that metal table again.

[primrosechronicles]

"I Fear He might be Beast.. or a Troll."

A Telemachus x Princess!Reader requested by: @luckywitchsong

Summary : You a Princess is scared, for you do not know who the identity of your fiance. Word Count : 1296 Credits to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers

“You are to marry the son of Queen Penelope Períphron and King Odysseus the Polytropos. In three months, you will be sent to Ithaca.”

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You sit in your bedroom, filled with the golden glow of Apollon’s light, its warmth wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Yet, in stark contrast, your mind is a cold wasteland, destroyed by a swirling tornado of thoughts about who this man could be.

You try to think positively, You know your parents! There's no way they would marry you off to a man with no class, he must be a kind man. Not like those rude men in stories. The ones who are usually nobility—entitled, arrogant… and unhygienic. Oh gods.

You stand up and start frantically pacing around the room, thinking about who this mystery fiancé could be. What is he like? Is he really like a manchild like you thought he would be or could he be the opposite? 

A long sigh leaves your lungs as you lean on the balcony, you can only wait until the fates weave you and your future (hopefully kind) husband together. 

Meanwhile, In a distant land, a young prince gazes out towards the horizon 

The Prince sighs, longingly staring out to the sea, his elbows perched on the balcony's railings. He leans onto his hand as he daydreams about his future bride.

His parents had described his bride-to-be as a kind woman. Now, he wasn't foolish; he knew his parents understood what they were doing when choosing a bride whose kingdom's assets could benefit Ithaca. Yet, doubt remained. What if this woman was not what his parents had described?

But… she could be kind and intelligent… The thought of him marrying an intelligent and beautiful girl made his stomach burst with butterflies.

‘Oh Lady Aphrodite, guide me… ‘

3 months later….

Your ship arrived in Ithaca under the cover of night. The guards on duty had orders to provide temporary shelter for you and your companions if arrival occurred during the sleeping hours, ensuring a place to rest until morning.

You lay awake in your bed, unable to sleep as your thoughts are consumed by the identity of who you’re marrying.

These thoughts lead you to the Palace’s gardens, trying to find some comfort in this unfamiliar place. It’s cold— very cold, you rub your hands together in an attempt to generate heat but to no avail.

This weather is not helping your nerves. Mentally preparing yourself, you raise your palms upwards and pray to the Goddess of Marriage 

Hear me, Queen of the Deathless Gods, 

Consort to the Mighty Zeus

and Goddess of Marital Union, —-

“--- My Lady what are you doing..?”  You turn around and see a young man with leaves in his hair and a blue blanket wrapped around his frame. You look at the man from the side of your eye. “Nothing.” You say in response, getting back to your prayer.

I seek your wisdom and guidance.

Please grant me a good husband.

A husband who is loyal— “My lady… while praying to the Gods is important, I feel as though that the God or Goddess you are praying to will be much happier if you weren’t shivering while praying..” 

“I am not shivering.” You say as your shoulders shake from the chill of the wind. You raise your palms up to continue praying.

A husband who is— “But, you are... Shivering”

You let out an annoyed exhale, “I am not.” 

“You are…”

“I am not!” 

“You are!”

‘Sorry Queen Hera, I fear my prayer will have to wait.’ You internally pray as you lower your palms. 

You turn around, annoyed; and raise an eyebrow at the man. “Good Evening um– Ithaca has harsh winds this time of year, I recommend you come back inside where it is warmer, or atleast have something to keep you warm…” He says as he offers his blue blanket to you.

You furrow your brows in suspicion, slowly backing away from the mysterious man. “I’m quite alright thank you…” but then suddenly, a wave of cold air washes over the palace. You shiver and instinctively hug yourself with your arms to shield yourself from the cold.

The young man walks beside you and offers the blanket again. “You say you don’t need it but your shaking shoulders tell me otherwise; please take it, I insist.” 

You shakily reach out and take the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Thank you,” You whisper. “For the blanket…”

You and the man stare out into the horizon, Selene’s moon casting an ethereal glow onto Poseidon’s deep blue sea.

“Your hands were stretched out… Were you praying?” “Yes.”

In the corner of your eye, you see him turn to you. “Why?” He asks.

“Well that’s oddly personal.” You look him up and down. “None of your business.”

You and the man stiffly stare back out into the distance, the whooshing of waves filling the awkward silence. You tiredly sigh, maybe you shouldn’t have responded rudely. “Because I am afraid, I am afraid of who or what he is, my parents have not told me any details of who he is.”

Your hands grip onto the blanket tighter. “I am afraid of my future, women who are often in arranged marriages tend to have husbands that are… goblins…” 

“A goblin?” He asks, “or a brute.” 

He raises an eyebrow and clicks his tongue in thought. “Who are we speaking of?”

“The prince.”

“Not a peep of information from my mother and father, clearly they are hiding the fact that the Prince is a goblin or a brute.”

He smirks. “Understood.”

You gasp, a metaphorical candle lighting up above you. “Maybe you could assist me in running away from my fate!” 

“A question please my Lady— you do not like brutes or.. Goblins? Does looks happen to be an important quality in marrying you..?”

“I do not care what he looks like, what I don’t like is having no knowledge of my future husband. Now—”

You walk along the side of the palace and spot a horse with a saddle on it. “Do you see that horse over there? By the torch? With your help I believe I could escape my goblin husband!”

“You want me to help you run to that horse so you may escape…?”

“I quite literally just said that.”

“Won't your entourage notice your absence?” 

You wave your hand “I shall worry about that later, now– make haste!” 

He breathes out and shakes his head. “I… have no desire to help you.”

You raise your eyebrows and stare at him in disbelief. “I am a maiden in need of saving.. You refuse? You refuse to help a maiden in distress?” 

“I refuse when that maiden in distress is trying to horsenap a horse so that she won't have to marry me…” He says softly, a soft smile gracing his features. “Hello ____.” 

A crashing tsunami of realization hurls into you. “Oh gods… Forgive me my Prince— I did not know..” You attempt a bow but he stops you in your tracks.

“Please, Call me Telemachus” He softly holds your shoulders, guiding your posture so that you would face him. “Not ‘My Prince’ or ‘Your Majesty’ Only… Telemachus.” 

“Please Your Majesty—” “Telemachus.” He corrects you.

You cough to clear your throat. “Telemachus forgive me, If I had known that you were my fiance—” “You would’ve what? Not have told me your plans that you would steal a horse..?” 

“....Well yes.” You say, He chuckles in response. “I deeply apologize, Your Majesty.” “Telemachus… well yes— ‘your Majesty’ but to you..? Always just… Telemachus.” 

You exhale 3 months of anxiousness, what-ifs, and fears out of your body. He wasn’t a brute after all. He was just Telemachus.

A/N : Chapter 2 of my series "For the queen" will come out soon (not rlly soon but it is in the works!) sorry for not posting guys school has rlly been hectic lately.

[wendichester]

This is such an odd request, but I swear it's really sweet. I just got home from the club, and I'm super drunk as I'm writing this (I'm typing like a sloth to make sure everything makes sense).

My feet are quite literally killing me, yet I can't help but think about drunk reader complaining about their feet hurting and being all pouty because of it while they ask Dean to carry them back to their room. Only to drunkenly yap his ear off with things that they absolutely adore and love about him, even if they don't say it much when they're sober. (Clingy drunk reader 🔛🔝)

Established relationship preferred! Tyy in advance~

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡ tipsy,

summary. you've had a night. fun. drinks. and now your feet are killing you. luckily for you, dean's strong

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 733

notes. please come back drunkie anon~ i absolutely loved this 🩷

You know your feet are going to fall off.

Like, actually detach from your legs and go on strike for the way you’ve abused them tonight. Stupid heels. Stupid dance floor. Stupid fun times that made you forget the very real consequences of being on your feet for hours.

But it’s fine. You have a solution.

“Deeaaaann,” you whine, tugging on his sleeve as you stumble down the Bunker hallway, your limbs feeling more like jelly than anything solid. “My feet are dead. Gone. Say goodbye.” You wave dramatically toward your legs, nearly toppling over in the process.

Dean steadies you instantly, his hand firm against your waist. “Yeah? And whose fault is that, sweetheart?”

You gasp, mouth falling open. “Mine,” you admit, frowning. “But that’s not the point.”

Dean huffs out a laugh, already guiding you toward your room like he’s done this a million times before. “Oh yeah? Then what is?”

You stop in your tracks, blinking up at him with big, glassy eyes. “Carry me.”

Dean exhales sharply through his nose, like he knew this was coming. “No way.”

Your pout could win an Oscar. “Please? Please, please, please? You love me, right? Doesn’t love mean carrying your poor, helpless, beautiful girlfriend when she’s on the brink of death?”

Dean lifts a brow. “Brink of death, huh?”

“Yes. My feet are GONE. You’re dating a footless woman, Dean.” You gesture to yourself. “Might as well call me Floaty McGee.”

That gets a chuckle out of him. “Alright, alright. C’mere, ya menace.”

The next thing you know, Dean is sweeping you into his arms like you weigh nothing, one arm under your legs, the other supporting your back. You practically melt against him, letting out a dramatic sigh as you nuzzle into his chest.

“God, you’re so big,” you mumble, tracing lazy circles over his shirt.

Dean snorts. “Uh. Thanks?”

“No, I mean it. All strong and warm and—you smell so good.” You sigh dreamily, letting your fingers trail up to the back of his neck, playing with the short hair there. “Like home. Like leather and whiskey and safety and you.”

Dean’s grip on you tightens just a little. “Damn, sweetheart, didn’t know alcohol made you this sentimental.”

You hum, tucking your face against his throat. “M’not sentimental.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I just love you,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Like, so much. Soooo much.”

Dean chuckles, his voice softer now. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. “Like, you don’t even know how much. It’s ridiculous, honestly. You’re all…” You wave a clumsy hand in the air, smacking his shoulder in the process. “You. And you do all these little things, like—like making sure I eat and giving me your jacket when I forget mine and keeping my favorite snacks in the car even though you pretend you don’t.”

Dean doesn’t say anything to that. You don’t notice.

“And your hands,” you continue, oblivious to how tense he’s gotten. “God, your hands, Dean. Do you even realize how nice they are? Big and rough and so good at everything they do? Touching me, fixing Baby, shooting things—”

Dean clears his throat. “Okay, sweetheart, time for bed.”

You whine, clinging to him tighter. “Nooo. I have so much more to say! Like how pretty your eyes are. Like, stupidly pretty. All green and golden and—ugh, it’s annoying.”

He smirks. “Didn’t realize my eyes pissed you off.”

“They do. Because they make me weak.”

Dean lets out a real laugh at that, finally reaching your bedroom. He nudges the door open with his foot, stepping inside before carefully laying you down onto the mattress. The second he tries to pull away, you refuse to let go.

“Stay,” you murmur, looking up at him with those big, sleepy eyes. “Please?”

Dean exhales, shaking his head fondly before sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re gonna be a real pain in the ass tomorrow, y’know that?”

You smile. “Yeah. But you’ll still love me.”

His gaze softens, all that teasing amusement melting into something quieter. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I will.”

You beam, completely content as sleep starts to pull you under.

Before you drift off, you feel Dean press a kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Drunk or not, you’re gonna hear all this back in the morning.”

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[luveline]

HEY JADE I HOPE UR DOING WELL ILY

im curious to hear ur thoughts on what an interaction between zombie!au steve and reader would look like had the apocalypse not happened. would she fly completely under his radar like in high school or would he be interested in getting to know her?? we know she knew who he was pre-apocalypse but does she really care? i keep thinking about what would happen if she walked into family video one day and if he would hit on her or not lmao

hi I love you! zombie au (ish) | fem, 1.3k

Voices force Steve’s attention. 

“I’ll be five minutes!”

“Two minutes or I’m driving off without you!” 

Steve’s more familiar with the second one. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson and his creaky shit van idling on the curb outside of the store. That sheds some light on the first voice —one of the club members. Or, honorary club members? When Steve decides to be kind and drive Dustin home in the winter after his games, you can be seen occasionally sitting on stoops waiting for Eddie to finish. 

Who knew The Freak could get a girlfriend? That makes Steve being single even sadder.

You say something else. Eddie laughs. “Do you want popcorn or not?” you quip. 

“Why, are you paying for it?” 

“Not for you I’m not.” 

“You got a minute and counting.” 

“If you drive off without me, you can forget about Friday night.” 

Steve angles his head to watch you through the open door. Summer heat has made a mess of Munson’s hair where he’s leaning toward the open door. You’re holding the car door, in a light chequered dress with bows on the shoulders and the cutest pair of socks and buckled shoes. How the fuck does Eddie get a girl like that? Also, Steve’s been wondering, where the fuck did you come from? Clearly you went to Hawkins High, and when Robin told him that he swore he could remember you, but there’s nothing in his head. It’s like Robin all over again, in the same homeroom for two years and he didn’t know she was awesome until the summer after high school ended. 

“Can you just go get your fucking movie so we can go?” 

You’re still glaring when you turn around, but you’re quiet as you edge into Family Video. “Jerk,” you mouth to yourself, taking a quick cut to the slasher moves at the back. You don’t spend much time browsing, Steve can see from the back that it’s Day of the Dead. You emerge and head to the blockbusters. 

You catch Steve watching at the desk. 

He knows he doesn’t have a chance, you already have a boyfriend, so all he says is, “Let me know if you need any help.”

You smile weakly and turn back.

Maybe he wasn’t nice to you. He can’t remember, is the thing. He was such a jerk, Tommy and Carol were such jerks. 

He’s not a miserable person, but he does hate himself more often than not. It’s easier because he actually has friends who love him. Robin might give him shit every day, but she’s the first person to teach him what being loved feels like, and it makes him better. He’s less cruel, less quick to anger, less selfish. But Steve knows he isn’t completely kind or patient in turn. He’s a fuck up. He’s nearly twenty three working for $4.50 in an hour with no degree and no prospects and— 

“Hey,” you say, setting three tapes down on the desk. 

“Hey.” He clears his throat. “Is this everything?” 

You look vaguely embarrassed to ask, “Do you guys still do the bags of popcorn, do you know?” 

“Sure, they’re by the window, let me just–”

“That’s okay, I’ll get it.” 

You speed walk for the popcorn. Steve finds himself with a weirdly dry mouth as you reach for one, swallowing hard as you make your way back. It’s just the one bag of popcorn after all. Eddie must’ve really pissed you off. 

Steve rings up your movies. The barcode on Pretty in Pink won’t work. He opens the window and starts to type it in with his keyboard. 

Outside, someone lays on the horn for three long beeps. 

“I’m real sorry about him,” you say, letting out a breathy, nearly-timid laugh. 

“Is he always like that?” 

“Every day of his life.” 

Steve works in customer service. He has mastered the art of the polite smile. “I don’t think you should put up with it. Nice girl like you,” he says lightly. 

“That’s what friends are for, right?” you say with chagrin. 

Steve glances over your shoulder. Just friends? Who the fuck would put up with Eddie voluntarily? Steve understands that love isn’t a choice, but if you’re not even kissing to soften the blow of things, you’re just crazy. 

He slides your tapes back to you. “How long did you want them for, just the one night?” 

“Two, please.” 

“Awesome, can I have a phone number and address?” 

You give them.

Steve uses his employee discount and doesn’t really know why as he clicks it out. “It’s four dollars when you’re ready.” 

You take the swing purse from your hip and clip it open, pulling out a ten dollar bill. “He’s not totally mean,” you say, “I know he seems rude. But that’s just his character.” 

“Sure.” 

You offer him the ten dollars, shifting around on your shoes, eyes over his shoulder toward the back. You seem a little put off by him. He really must’ve been mean to you. Maybe he laughed when Carol called you names. Maybe he ignored you as he put himself in Nancy Wheeler’s path. 

“Steve?” 

He looks up in surprise, still counting your change out. It should be easy, except he doesn’t have a five dollar bill in the register, and he had three one dollars, so he’s counting quarters he’ll have to apologise for. “Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” 

He pauses. “I’m good. Why?” 

You gesture to your eye. “You have a cut. Did you get hurt?” 

“This? This is nothing. I threw Robin, you know Robin? Robin Buckley? She’s going to college, she actually already left, but I threw her a surprise going away party. When everybody yelled ’surprise’ she sort of panicked and her ring caught me.” He chews his lip. “Yeah, I’m fine though.” 

“Oh, shit. Eddie’s going to do this internship thing in Michigan at the end of the week, I hope he doesn’t get me with his rings when I give him his goodbye present.”

“Lot of rings.” 

“Right? He’ll blind me.” 

Steve startles both of you when he laughs heartily, grabbing the remainder of your change and shutting the register tightly. “Can’t let that happen.”

“So we both find ourselves without best friends for the autumn,” you say, holding out your hand for your change. “Maybe if you’re bored, you can call me. We can go to the movies or something.” 

“You’re serious?” 

“How else do you make friends?” you ask. “If you don’t wanna be my friend that’s fine, I’m putting you on the spot, just don’t call me, but my number’s in there.” 

“And when you come back to return the movies, and I still haven’t called, that won’t be awkward at all,” he says wryly, teasingly, enjoying the way your face has changed. He wouldn’t go so far as to say you’re flirting, but your smile is something else.

“So… call me?” you ask quietly, grabbing your movies, your popcorn, and waiting for an answer. 

Steve thinks that sounds more like a date being planned than a burgeoning friendship, and his grin probably shows that. “Sure. Yeah, I’ll call you. We’ll go to the movies.” 

You’re decidedly quick as you escape the store, rushing down off the curb and upto Eddie’s van. You open the door and climb in fast, Steve only hears a snippet of your conversation as Eddie turns the engine back on. 

“What the hell?”

“What?” 

“I fucking knew you had a crush on that jerk! Look at your face!” 

“Shut up, can we go?” you hiss. “This is why I didn’t get you any popcorn.”

“This is why you can't come to Michigan.” 

Steve presses the back of his hand to his cheek as the van leaves the parking lot. He’s hot as a burning hearth. Probably red as one too. God, who are you? Where have you been this entire time? You might’ve just saved Steve’s life. (Or, his social life.) 

—

I was curious and maybe this is like an au of the au and it’s not as cute as I wanted it to be but I think they’d accidentally trap themselves in the friends box for a while trying to survive being without their best friends together and Steve still falls slowly, I was gonna make this a bit longer but I thought I won’t bother unless it’s something people really want cos there’s a few requests I wanna do soon!! thank you for requesting

[marbofmoorock]

TADC Swap AU story: Another day in paradise?

One day, Caine was enjoying a day off from the adventures, as Pomni announced surprisingly that the adventure were canceled today due to technical difficulties.

Caine, (more quiet and timid than his Canon counterpart), decided to go for a walk outside, at the digital lake. He could drink some water. That always helped him calm down.

As Caine walked, he ran into Jax. Jax was almost the opposite of his Canon counterpart in this swap, as he was rather kind and Considerate to a fault, and was kind of a Considerate older brother to Caine.

"Eeey, Chuckleface, everything alright today?"

"I guess Jax, it just still feels strange getting used to all this. It's been almost a month, and I'm still having difficulty keeping up. I think Pomni does not like me..." Caine thought about a moment where he caught Pomni glaring at him for a split second after having one too many panic attacks before the adventures even started.

"DON'T worry about it, it's not the end of the world. Pomni's an ai, she doesn't understand humans like us very well. All we can do to help her is play along, and continue to suggest more humane adventures, with trial and error, she's bound to get it right."

Caine thought about Jax's thought, seeing the validity of patience and further implementation of ideas to help Pomni make fun adventures for everyone. "I... guess that makes sense. Say, do you wanna lap around the lake with me?"

"Sure." Said Jax, happy with his sly, but kind yellow smile and dapper patchwork outfit with a bow tie, looking like some storybook character who lives in a Burrow or shoe.

They walk for a bit, leaving the tent outside, and they spot Gangle, who was kinda grumpy looking at this hole in the ground.

"Hey Gangle," called out Jax to her, "whatcha dooin?"

Gangle, seeing Jax, breathes out in a rather heavy and huffy way, with a small scowl. "Oh, nothing really, just checking out this weird hole."

Jax and Caine came over and observed the hole as well, finding it odd that there was one, it looked deeper, but it was too small for anyone to fit inside it

"What do you suppose is inside? Have either of you guys found holes like this before?" Said Caine, curious.

"Well, I sure didn't dig it." Said Gangle, grumpily huffing, then walking off. "If anyone needs me, I'm gonna fuck off and drown myself again."

"Gangle we can't die, remember?"

"DON'T remind me..." yelled out Gangle as she left kinda furrowed.

"What's with her?"

"I dunno Caine, she's been grouchy ever since I got here. She's pretty nice otherwise."

Caine shrugged his shoulders as he and Jax watch Gangle walk away, then they decide to leave the hole alone too.

Their moment is interrupted by a mallet hitting each of their heads.

"Ow, what gives, this is-oh...it's you."

Rags walks up from behind. She gives a cheeky smirk as she pats her mallet on her ragdoll mits, like some Italian mobster ready to break kneecaps.

"Buzz Off Rags." Said Jax, slightly heated, yet holding a composure of calmness and etiquette.

"Make me~" Said Rags, the mean spirited prankster(as if she werev like canon Jax, but worse), "and Chuckleboy her could lose some teeth some he talks too much."

Rags Looks at Caine slowly inching towards him with each footstep: "But Don't worry ToothBrain~ Pomni will give you gold replacements, you might even look actually a little cool~." She said sadistically, starting to chase Caine, swinging her mallet trying to hit Caine's teeth, of which Caine runs for his life from. "HEEEEEEELP!!! POMNIIIIII!!!"

"Tattletail! Snitches get Stitches! Now come here, and let me be your Dentist for a Day, you oversized denture man." Rags Yells, running after Caine in her jean overalls, determined to make an example of him, who runs just fast enough to outrun her.

Jax hesitates to help, not wanting to get involved, knowing Pomni is pretty good at hearing the crew when they scream that desperately, and could definitely help.

"Don't worry Caine, The squeaky wheel gets the grease" Says Jax, relaxing since Pomni's definitely going to hear Caine.

Pomni pops up, snapping her fingers, and freezing Caine and Rags in place.

"Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, once again fighting like little children... You guys are something else. Aren't you all in your 20s?! CAN'T YOU GUYS GO WITHOUT FIGHTING A SINGLE DARN DAY?! I'm putting you both in time out, right now..."

"Pomni, if I may, Raggy here was trying to operate on Caine today. She's the one instigating this fight, and she's usually the one doing it"

Pomni, liking Jax for his agreeableness, believes him, and glares at Rags, as she secretly detected her messing up the adventures for fun before, deciding to let Caine go, and transports Rags away with another snap, before Ragatha could finish: "Jax, you Motherf-#)#/&@) Sni-" poof, and she was gone, likely locked/detained in her room.

"(Sighs), I'm sorry guys, she is such a pain. You boys enjoy her day. Adventures await tomorrow~" She says joyfully, with a little undertone of menace, clearly pissed off at Rags, as she disappears in an instant.

Caine and Jax then keep going, eventually running into Kinger, who sits on a bench by the lake.

"Oh, hi guys, how's it going?

"Were good Kinger, Caine, and I were just enjoying the view too." *Jax and Caine joined Kinger.*

"We found a hole." Said Caine.

"OH, how interesting. I wonder what it's for."

"We don't know, but we decided to leave it alone."

"That's probably for the best, hah-," Kinger said, then trailing off, looking at the sun.

Caine andJax join him as they stare out into the distance, forgetting about their original plans for a walk.

Wet Gangle floats to the surface after sitting at the bottom of the lake awhile, having spaced out getting lost, gazing at the aquatic bubbles(as being underwater doesn't hurt her she can breathe down there like everyone else), secretly pretending she's an axolotl while feeling like she doesn't belong anywhere, nor fits in with anyone in the group, save for secretly Zooble, whom quietly gazed at her from the other side of the lake from everyone else on the little steamboat that merely floats in place, wanting to cuddle her and tell her it's okay, but was too shy to make a move, and found herself diving into her sketchbook and drawing herself holding Zooble and picking her up out of the water instead.

(End)

some swap au screenshot redraws

[amoressb]

───── TOO LATE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ you thought you and him were meant to be, but he chose someone else…until he realized his mistake too late ｡｡ bsf!riki x reader .

ANGST & wc. 1500 + / just pretty sad for y/n :( ｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

you’ve always believed in signs. the way the universe nudges people together, how timing seems to work out perfectly for those who are meant to be. for years, you thought the signs were leading you to him.

nishimura riki, your best friend, your safe place, the boy who made the world feel lighter just by being in it. you swore he felt it too.

the way his eyes always searched for yours first in a crowded room. the way he pulled you close when it was cold, wrapping his jacket around your shoulders even if it left him shivering. the way his fingers brushed against yours a little too often, lingering, as if waiting for you to just take his hand already.

you convinced yourself that he was waiting…just like you were. so when he asked to talk one afternoon, looking nervous, you thought this is it.

this is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

you sit under your usual cherry blossom tree, a place that’s always felt like yours. rikis leg bounces slightly, his fingers tapping against his knee. he’s nervous. just like you.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about something,” he says, exhaling. “and i really need your help.”

your heart pounds. this is it. he’s finally going to say it. you smile, trying to contain your excitement. “of course, ki. you can tell me anything.”

he looks at you then, his eyes shining with something intense—something you think is for you.

“i really like someone.”

the world pauses. your breath catches, your fingers tightening around the fabric of your skirt. “oh.” he smiles, a little anxious, a little shy. “yeah…and i think i want to ask her out.”

every part of you is screaming say my name. just say my name.

riki takes a deep breath.

“it’s sohee.”

something in you breaks. you blink, convinced you misheard…but he keeps talking.

“i don’t know, she’s just different,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “and i don’t want to mess this up, so i was thinking…since you guys are close, maybe you could help me?”

help him?

help him get with your best friend?

the words echo in your head, over and over, like a cruel joke you don’t understand. you had been so sure.

every glance, every touch, every unspoken moment…was it all in your head? had you built something out of nothing?

riki is still looking at you, waiting, completely unaware that he’s just shattered you into pieces. so you do what you always do.

you pretend.

you swallow down the lump in your throat and force a smile. “of course,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “i’ll help you.”

at first, you tell yourself it’s fine. that you can handle it. that as long as riki is happy, you’ll be okay. but watching him fall for sohee is nothing short of torture.

you sit through conversations where he gushes about her laugh, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear, the way she makes his heart race. and sohee—completely oblivious to your pain—is falling too.

“i think i really like him,” she admits one afternoon, her voice full of excitement. “he’s just…he’s different, you know?”

different.

of course, he’s different to her. you want to scream. to tell her that it isn’t fair. that you loved him first, but instead, you smile. “i’m happy for you.” even though it’s a lie.

the distance between you and riki starts small. you take longer to respond to his texts. you stop waiting for him after class. you let conversations die down first, leaving messages unanswered for hours instead of seconds.

and riki?

he barely notices.

he’s too busy with her.

it’s not long before he stops texting first. stops noticing when you’re not around. one afternoon, you pass him in the hallway, your stomach twisting as you wait for him to acknowledge you, but he doesn’t.

because sohee is walking next to him.

because he no longer looks for you first.

the inside jokes stop making sense. the conversations become short. you don’t sit with him at lunch anymore, choosing the farthest table in the cafeteria while he and sohee sit close together, laughing over something you’ll never understand.

and the worst part?

he never asks why.

never pulls you aside. never tells you he misses you. he just…let’s you go.

one night, your phone buzzes. your heart stupidly leaps at the sight of his name.

riki : hey, you up?

for a moment, you consider ignoring it.

but old habits die hard.

you : “yeah. what’s up?”

riki : “idk. just feels like we haven’t talked in a while.”

you grip your phone, your chest tightening. now he notices?now that sohee isn’t around?

your fingers hover over the keyboard, a million things you want to say filling your head.

we haven’t talked because you replaced me.

because you never noticed me slipping away.

because you never loved me the way i loved you.

but instead, you type the safest answer possible.

you : “yeah, i guess so.”

you can almost see him nodding at your response, thinking that’s enough and for the first time in your life, you realize you’re done waiting for him to see you.

days pass. then weeks. you barely speak to sohee. you barely speak to him. riki still sends the occasional message, still smiles at you in the halls, but it’s different now. nothing is the same and yet, he still never asks you what’s wrong.

one afternoon, you sit alone in the library, staring at a book you aren’t reading. footsteps approach, but you don’t bother looking up.

“hey, stranger.” your stomach twists. you glance up, meeting his gaze. riki stands there, hands in his pockets, looking at you like he’s just now realizing how far apart you’ve grown.

“you’ve been distant lately,” he says, brows furrowing. “everything okay?” a bitter laugh escapes your lips.

now he notices.

you search his face, waiting for something. a flicker of recognition. a sign that he knows what he’s done, but all you see is confusion. like he truly has no idea. like he hasn’t spent the last few months breaking you without even realizing it.

you exhale, closing the book in your hands. “yeah, riki,” you say quietly, standing up. “everything’s fine.”

a lie.

but this time, you don’t care if he believes it. you brush past him without a word, heart pounding in your chest. but before you can take another step, fingers wrap around your wrist.

gentle...familiar…

your breath catches as you freeze in place. “wait,” riki says, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. “what’s going on with you?”

you swallow, willing yourself to stay composed. you can’t do this. you won’t do this. so you force a laugh, shaking off his grip. “nothing’s going on, riki. you’re imagining things.” he doesn’t let go.

“that’s a lie.” your stomach twists. you’ve never heard him sound like this before—frustrated, desperate.

he tugs you slightly, forcing you to turn toward him. when your eyes finally meet, something in his expression shifts. like he finally sees you.

not just as his best friend. not as the person he left behind. but as someone who’s been hurting for a long, long time.

his grip loosens, his fingers barely holding onto yours now. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you say anything?”

you shake your head, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “and say what, riki?” the words taste bitter on your tongue. “that i was stupid enough to think you liked me? that i spent years waiting for you, only for you to ask me to help you get with my best friend?”

his eyes widen, “n/n…” you laugh, but it comes out broken. “it doesn’t matter now.”

but riki is still looking at you like he’s just now realizing everything. like he’s trying to piece it all together. and the worst part? you don’t even want him to anymore. because it’s too late. it has to be.

you pull away first.

for the first time in your life, you are the one to walk away. and this time, you don’t stop to wonder if he’ll come after you. but just as you reach the door, just as you think this is it…

“wait.”

his voice is barely above a whisper, but it stops you in your tracks. you don’t turn around. you can’t. because if you do, you might break. the silence stretches between you, heavy, suffocating.

“i think…i messed up.”

your heart stutters. slowly, you turn your head, just enough to see the look on his face. regret. realization.

like he’s just now understanding what he’s about to lose. your breath catches, fingers trembling at your sides and then—

“n/n, i—” the door swings open.

sohees voice rings out. “riki! there you are, i’ve been looking for you.” your stomach drops and riki stiffens. in that single moment, as he hesitates between you and her, you realize something. even if he’s finally starting to see you—

it might already be too late.

⋆｡°✩ @cheruphic @liwinly @chrrific @hyukabean @ijustwannareadstuff20 @jellyluv4eva

lmk if you guys would like a part 2 !!

[sunkeji]

Finding out you're a girl 🫵🏻👯‍♀️😱⁉️

A/N: idk guys I lost my train of thought(s) so you get this. I decided to do this differently than the other ones.

C/W: mentions of bra, hinting at your pp (it's nth bad I promise), yuu is reader

Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle

Riddle, Trey, Cater

Sorry guys but the Adeuce duo can't keep a secret for shit 😭. They have good intentions I promise but their approach is questionable. You've sent them out to get more pads during one of your horrible cramps. Sam sells them to you so all they need to do is go there, get the right one and come back.

Nothing is easy with them though 😔. Currently, they're crouched on the floor in the store room having a whisper-shouting argument of what sized pads to buy you.

During their heated debate of what kind of pads to get for you, they don't hear their 3 seniors walking into the shop and have stopped an Isle away from the storage room behind them.

"I think Yuu wants the longer ones."

"nah, I think they'll fit the medium one better"

"what? What do you mean by that??"

"you know the..."

"the what???"

"don't make say it!"

After hearing the familiar voices as well as bits and pieces of their unusual conversation coming from the room, Cater opens the door.

"uh what are you guys doing?"

The Adeuce duo whip their heads back to see Cater with his hand still on the door knob, Trey with an eyebrow raised and Riddle having a suspicious look on his face with his arms crossed.

"Are you stealing?" Riddle asks with growing irritation.

The Adeuce duo freeze like deer caught in headlights, their hands still clutching two different-sized packs of pads like they were some kind of forbidden treasure(?).

Ace, ever the quick thinker (or so he thought), blurted out, "We’re not stealing! We’re just… uhh… conducting a very important research project!"

Deuce, even more panicked than Ace aggressively nods his head. "Yeah! For school!"

Riddle’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "Science. For school." His voice was flat, dripping with disbelief.

Trey, ever the peacemaker (but also unable to resist the chaos), leaned in and squinted at the pads in their hands. "Ah, I see. A comparative analysis of absorbency levels?"

Cater, barely holding in his laughter, pulled out his phone. "This is so going on Magicam. ‘Heartslabyul’s Finest: Pad Investigators.’ #NotAllHeroesWearCapes #ButTheyDoBuyPads."

Ace turning bright red. "DON’T YOU DARE—"

Deuce, in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, held up both boxes like a shield and went on a word vomit;

"Lookwe’rejusttryingtohelpYuu!Shesentustogetthesebecauseshe'sonherperiodandwedon’twannamessitup,andwhilewe'reonthetopic,Yuu'sagirlifyouhaven'tfigureditoutyet"

[Look we’re just trying to help Yuu! She sent us to get these because she's on her period and we don't wanna mess it up, and while we're on the topic, Yuu's a girl if you haven't figured it out yet]

A beat of silence.

Then Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We'd be more surprised if more people didn't know Yuu was a girl with how loud you two idiots always are. We've known since months ago when we heard you guys talking in the corridor"

Trey chimes in bringing focus back to the matter at hand; "So instead of asking which one she needed, you decided to have a covert operation in the storage room?"

Ace cross' his arms defensively. "Well, it’s embarrassing! We didn’t wanna yell it across the store!"

Trey, now fully grinning, shook his head. "Well, it's much too late for that AND Yet here you two are, whisper-shouting about pad sizes loud enough for all of Sage’s Island to hear."

Cater wipes a tear from his eye while giggling. "ugh, I can’t. I just can’t. Yuu’s gonna die when they hear about this."

Deuce groaned, slamming his head into a shelf. "We’re never gonna live this down, are we?"

Riddle, after a long, suffering pause, finally uncrossed his arms. "Just get the overnight ones. And for goodness sake, next time, write it down."

As the seniors walked away (Cater already typing at lightning speed to fill you in on what's happened), Ace and Deuce stood there, defeated, holding the correct pads at last.

Ace: "…We’re never doing Yuu a favor again."**

Deuce: "Agreed..."

Meanwhile, you're back at Ramshackle, curled up in pain, wondering why it’s taking so long to get pads and if you should’ve just asked Grim to steal some instead.

Ace & Deuce

The story starts when these 2 Knuckleheads are hanging out after class with you at the Ramshackle dorm and become curious of your belongings. While you're away, they're in your room opening drawers and looking at your things.

When they eventually get to your wardrobe, they're opening drawers haphazardly and looking at what minimal belongings you have, expecting to see normal guy clothes and hoping to find something to laugh at you about but the first thing they see is a bra. Both of them stop in their tracks and just stare at it speechless.

Deuce picks it up and stares at it while Ace's eyes grow wide and smacks it out of his hands, sending the bra flying. "Don't touch it dummy! don't you know what that is?!".

Unexpectedly, you enter the room at the exact moment your bra lands on the floor, right in front of you.

Ace immediately points at Deuce and shouts; "IT WAS DEUCE! HE'S THE PERVERT!". Deuce immediately gets red at that while shouting that he's not a pervert and then the 2 of them have started slapping and shoving each other, completely forgetting the precarious situation they were caught in.

Grim grabs your pants leg and stares from behind you. "Welp, looks like the cat's out of the bag."

[iwantazzifudd]

Under the Stars

Word count : 4.6k Pazzi

Hii friends this is a young Pazzi one shot, I’m not sure if I like it but it took me so long so I just wanted to finally get it out there, enjoy 😚

Paige and Azzi had spent almost everyday this summer together trying their hardest to ignore the day Paige finally had to leave to go to college.

It was officially only 2 weeks until Paige had to go and Azzi was determined to make them special. So she planned a surprise for the two of them with the help of her mom Katie

“Are you sure she’ll like it mom” Azzi bit her lip nervously “Of course she will honey, honestly I think she’ll love anything as long as your there” “Moom” she couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up her neck. Her mom just put her hands up, feigning innocence.

…

Paige was disappointed to wake up in Azzi’s bed with no sight of the curly haired girl. She got so used to waking up with the warmth of Azzi cuddled into her, their legs tangled together.

That was something she was going to miss more than anything, simply waking up next to her best friend could be the highlight of her day. God she was really gone for the girl. Loving Azzi was so easy. Being in love with Azzi and not shouting it from the rooftops was a million times harder.

Paige just hoped that one day she’d have the courage to tell her but now was not the time. She couldn’t risk things with Azzi changing right when she was about to move. What if Azzi didn’t feel the same and things became awkward? Paige couldn’t even handle that thought. So she decided that it would be best to just keep it inside until the perfect moment came.

She checked her phone to see a few messages sent by the curly head girl

Az💗: good morning p 🤗

I’ll be home soon but in the meantime I’ve got an outfit on my dresser picked out for you

Be ready 😉

Paige ran her hands through her hair suddenly nervous and shot her a text back and headed to the shower.

…

“Paigey?” Asked Azzi as she entered the room wondering where the blonde was. Then, Paige suddenly came out of the bathroom not in the outfit Azzi had picked out but wrapped in a towel with her hair dripping on the floor. Azzi let her gaze linger on Paige’s wet skin for a beat too long and both girls flushed.

“Hi sorry” Azzi adverted her eyes now trying her best to look everywhere but at the girl across from her

Paige on the other hand, let her self take in Azzi looking her fully up and down. “Wow Az you look great” Azzi had made sure to put on a little bit of makeup today. Attempting to what, impress Paige? She felt crazy. “Thank you” she gave the blonde a flirty smile. Paige’s tongue ran over her bottom lip and suddenly there was tension in the room. Azzi just looked in amusement at the girl's flustered face, and she tossed her her clothes.

“You didn’t think I was capable of picking shorts and a t-shirt?” Paige teased

“No dummy, I just wanted us to match, now hurry up!! We don’t have all day” the brunette rolled her eyes but she couldn’t help the smile on her face as she left to let paige get dressed. Azzi was wearing a sporty black tennis skirt and a blue tank top, a bit different from her usual lazy summer attire, and for Paige she picked out the opposite blue shorts, and a black tee.

Today was the day she was finally going to tell Paige how she felt. And she was terrified. At first she decided she’d never do it, and that they were great as best friends but at some point this summer she realized that that wasn’t enough for her. She knew she’d regret saying nothing for the rest of her life and a spark of bravery hit her the other night. So she let that and some hope that Paige felt the same guide her to todays plan.

I mean the idea of Paige reciprocating wasn’t impossible, they’d always been closer than regular best friends. From that first fateful plane ride Azzi knew she was hooked, and as they spent more time together she couldn’t ignore the flutter in her chest when their hands brushed together or the fact that she loved just being around her. Was Paige a pain in the ass? Definitely. But that was just another thing for Azzi to fall in love with.

Today will be perfect, she thought, packed with activities. It had been a little since they had actually gone out of the house to do something more than play basketball or get food, so this would be much needed time out. Besides planning, Azzi spent the rest of her morning telling herself that even if Paige didn’t feel the same, nothing between them had to change. Even though the thought of that scared her more than she expected. She was done spending endless nights worrying about it and doing nothing. Today would be her moment.

…

The girls started their usual mornings with a nice breakfast and a workout, but today Azzi had other plans. Paige had been begging her to go on a hike all summer but Azzi had always made excuses against it. Whether it was her knee “acting up” or the long drive she just never wanted to say yes, and Paige would just accept which made the curly haired girl feel worse for lying.

It wasn’t that she was scared of heights per se, she was just constantly worried about slipping or a little more irrationally, taking a tumble off of the mountain. But she couldn’t deny that the site would be beautiful. She even had her mom hike up there by herself this morning to set up a picnic blanket, a cooler and food for the girls to enjoy, while she finished up making their plans for that evening happen.

Was she still scared? Definitely. But she knew that she’d feel safe either way with Paige by her side. And this would be a great start to lead into Azzi’s plan. Paige would be thrilled, and Azzi would be… alive at least.

“Can you guess where we’re going?” Azzi asked unable to contain the smile on her face.

“Uh the gym”

“That was such a bad guess p why would the gym be extra special” she rolled her eyes at the girls non creative guess.

“Just be prepared for the drive” Azzi was glowing with excitement and hated having to be patient.

“No way” the blonde gasped connecting the dots, she was like a puppy jumping up and down, unable to contain her joy.

“Uh huh now get in the car” the brunette rolled her eyes and teased.

…

The hike was a little over an hour and a half away, and the girls filled it with effortless chatter, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way. Azzi felt a twinge in her knee and the clouds above seemed more present than she had hoped. She knew that rain would be possible but she had convinced herself that the heavens knew how important this day was and simply wouldn’t do that to her.

Paige could sense the younger girls unease from the driver seat and placed what was supposed to be a calming hand on Azzi’s thigh. But the gesture just raised the tension in the car, Azzi shifted in her seat finding herself nervous. The movement caused Paige’s hand to slide further up her thigh and the blonde felt her breaths become unsteady, Azzi stilled in her seat, her brain malfunctioning at the girls warm hand being so close to- both girls were brought back to reality by a loud horn blaring behind them. Paige let out a nervous chuckle and brought her hand back to the steering wheel suddenly more focused than ever on driving. Azzi couldn’t help but notice how her friend's hands gripped tighter on the wheel.

They finally reached the trail. Paige basically ran out of the car and Azzi couldn’t help but giggle at the older girl's energy. She took the time to stretch after being a little cramped in the car, her tank top riding up a bit and exposing a sliver of her stomach. Paige couldn’t help but look and swallow hard. She didn’t know that Azzi had caught her until she cleared her throat and gave Paige a teasing smile. Paige’s eyes widened for a split second worried that she was letting on too much of what she’s worked to hide for so long, or what she thought she wasn’t being obvious about, but anyone who wasn’t Paige and Azzi could tell just by being in a room with them.

She concealed her thoughts by giving Azzi a wide grin and grabbing the bag they packed filled with water, snacks, and a first aid kit just in case. She then grabbed Azzi’s hand in hers, just for safety of course, and they started on their hike.

It all started out so well. Azzi was still scared but the anticipation she felt completely calmed that worry, plus Paige’s steady hand in hers the whole time grounded her in ways nothing else could. The trail was already so beautiful and they hadn’t even reached the top yet. They walked in a comfortable silence finding peace in each other and the soft sounds of nature around them. And then against everything Azzi had hoped for, it began to rain. Hard.

“You have got to be kidding me” Azzi let go of Paige’s hand to lift her own up in shock. “Hey it’s okay, we can just try it again on another day” but the disappointment was clear on Paige’s face. “No we should still finish it we’re so close” Azzi argued and attempted to keep walking before Paige placed a gentle hand on her elbow, and she turned around to face her. “Az. It’s not safe you could slip” Paige said it with so much care but Azzi couldn’t just give in. Not when her first surprise was still planned at the top. “It’ll be fine p we just have to be extra careful” she tried to reason with the blonde but when she walked a little further and began to loose her balance Paige had seen enough.

“Azzi” the brunette reluctantly brought her eyes up to Paige’s “but-“ “please Az it’s okay. We’ve already done so much of it, it’s been great but I just want to get you back on level ground and safe okay?” Azzi wanted to cry but instead she shook her head yes and let Paige slowly lead her back down the mountain.

The ride back was silent between them. Azzi’s mind was full as she tried to convince herself that this was just one minor setback, it didn’t mean the whole day had gone to shit yet. She still planned on confessing to Paige, and the movies would work out. They had too.

When they finally got back to Azzi’s a bit earlier than her plan included, she tried to quickly figure out how they would pass the time. She originally planned on hanging out at her place for two hours, however since they were unable to finish their hike and eat up top, they had a long 4 hours to fill. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if Paige didn’t get so antsy.

“Okay so we technically don’t have to be anywhere until 9”

“Sooo we could nap, or find a movie, go bother my brothers, play a video game, all of the above, whatever it is” she continued on.

“I thought you had the whole day planned” Paige questioned.

“Well this was still a part of the plan just.. condensed a bit” Azzi responded defensively but her tone was still light. Paige raised her hands up in mock surrender. “Whatever you say fudd” she teased back.

“Oh actually I have a something special for you or us really brb” Azzi ran to her room to find the gift she had been hiding.

“Close your eyes okay?” Her voice came out less confident than she had hoped.

“Okay open.” Azzi had expected Paige to be excited but the look on her face was one of uncertainty. The curly haired girl had bought plane tickets to Connecticut so she could spend the weekend with Paige on her second week at UConn.”

“Do you not want me to come? What's wrong p?”

“No az it’s just-“ she sighed trying to think of a way to voice what she was feeling without hurting her best friend's feelings. “ I just feel like I should spend a little more time on my own before we see each other. Get accommodated yknow?” Paige wasn’t going to say it but if she and Azzi weren’t going to date, she needed to know that she’d be okay with their distance after spending so much time together the past three months.

“Oh- no yeah, I totally get it” she didn’t. “ That's why I chose the second week instead of the first” she half heartedly joked and Paige just looked at her with a pitiful look she couldn’t bear to see. So she brushed it off. “Don’t worry I’ll just return them, it'll be fine. She gave Paige a small smile trying not to let Paige’s underwhelming response hurt her as much as it was.

“I’m so sorry Azzi” Paige needed Azzi to know that she was being serious but the younger girl wouldn’t even look at her in the eyes. Azzi just stood their and reminded herself that the day wasn’t shit yet.

…..

The day was officially a big pile of dog shit. The girls had chosen to nap as their first time passer, one of their favorite activities over the summer but when Azzi woke up there was no blonde hair sprawled next to her,no warm arm wrapped around her waist. She frowned to herself in disappointment and walked out of her room to see Paige outside on the balcony on the phone and smiling. A lot. She couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, wondering who her friend was talking to. When the blonde noticed Azzi she only gave her a small smile and a wave turning around and continuing on with her phone call.

Azzi mimicked the action back to her and tried to distract herself. She was about 3 rounds into Fortnite when Paige finally came back in to join her. “Hey turn on my controller for me”

“Bossy” Azzi said under her breath.

“What was that?” Paige asked back but Azzi chose to ask a question of her own as a response.

“Who were you talking to out there” she tried to keep the question casual but the nervous way she chewed her lip gave her away.

“ Oh just an old friend, Clara. Have I ever told you about her?”

“Doesn’t ring any bells”

“Oh well we were childhood friends like I’m talking kindergarten but we lost contact when she moved in the 7th grade. She like found my instagram a week ago and we’ve been talking a bit, it’s been great to reconnect” if paige thought the look on Azzi’s face was weird she didn’t say anything and just added “ apparently she lives around here, isn’t that cool?!”

“Yeah that’s great p” Azzi gave her a tight smile and tried to focus on the game. She had no reason to be upset but why had Paige never mentioned this girl, and why didn’t she tell Azzi they were texting??

“She’s real cool, I think you’d like her”

“Yeah, maybe” Azzi gave a dry response back trying to move on from the conversation. Paige shot her a confused look but didn’t press any further.

They played the game for a bit- well Azzi played and Paige tried to but she was too wrapped up in her phone to pay attention and not die. Azzi swore the blonde girl would look down every ten seconds checking a message and smiling to herself.

“Ugh Paige what’s the point of playing duos if your just gonna let yourself die”

“Sorry princess” the brunette couldn’t help but blush at the sound of the nickname from Paige’s lips

“Clara invited us to her party tonight, I told her that we’d be more than happy to go. That okay?”

“Paige but- I had the whole day planned yknow” Azzi couldn’t believe that this is how it was planning out. Paige for sure wouldn’t ask her to ditch the original plans though, right?

“Yeah Az I know but… it’s not like they other stuff really worked, can’t we just move it to tomorrow or something, there’s still two weeks to fill” Paige responded and shrugged her shoulders as if it didn’t matter. She couldn’t be more wrong.

Paige could see the tears Azzi was fighting so hard to blink away and her heart ached. Making the curly haired girl upset was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Shit I’m so sorry Az look at me, please?” The younger hair girl just shook her head in response letting out a humorless laugh. “ I just tried so hard to make today perfect for us and nothing has gone right” Azzi said while wiping the tears that were now falling rapidly.

“Shh it’s okay baby” Paige reached out to fully embrace Azzi accidentally letting the term of endearment slip, she tried to play it off but by the way Azzi tensed momentarily she knew her best friend had noticed. “Since when have we ever needed perfection to have a good time?”

“God you just don’t get it Paige” Azzi said harsher than she expected. Paige let go of her and took a small step back hurt spreading across her features. “I’m sorry I just- I just need a moment alone okay?” Azzi hadn’t meant to hurt the girl's feelings; she just couldn’t contain all of what she was feeling. She gave Paige’s arm a squeeze and walked back into the house. Paige just stood there for a moment confused by what was going on and how she could fix it.

So she went to talk to Katie who over the years became like a second mom to her. She could talk to her about anything, especially about Azzi. She found her in the kitchen cleaning up dinner.

“Katie?” She looked up at Paige with a concerned smile having seen her daughter come in tears and lock her door. The look only made Paige feel worse. “Yes dear?” “Do you know why Azzi’s so upset with me? Why was today supposed to be so special? ". She bit her lip and tried to keep her own tears from falling.

Katie gave her a knowing look, “Aw sweetheart Azzi just..” she hesitated trying to think of the best way to word things without revealing too much. “You mean so much to her, and you’re leaving so soon. She’s just scared that once you go to college you guys won’t be able to have these moments anymore.” “But we’ve done the long distance best friend thing before, why does anything have to change” Katie finally walked towards Paige and wrapped her in a hug when she let go she said “ things will change and I think deep down you know that. College is a lot different and it’ll be harder to make time for each other”

“I’ll always have time for Azzi” Paige said it with so much sincerity that even Katie wanted to tear up. “I think you just need to talk to each other. Like really talk about it. She can’t shut you out for too long, and honestly I don’t think she knows how to even if she wanted to” Azzi’s mom gave Paige a big squeeze and walked back to where she was cleaning.

Suddenly Paige had a great idea for them to end their night on a better note. “ Okay two more questions, 1, how would two people go about getting on the roof and would you be opposed? And 2. Where's your picnic basket?”

“I’ll let you up there only if you promise to be safe. It might still be slippery from the rain, and second I’ll tell you about the basket another time” she shook her head and laughed as she left the kitchen.

Paige had to make Azzi feel better and she wasn’t certain about her plan but she had to try.

…

About thirty minutes later Paige knocked on Azzi’s door before walking in. “Az?” She kneeled down on the floor to be eye level with the girl lying in her bed.

“Don’t you have a party to get too?” She rolled over trying to ignore her best friend in front of her

“What if I said I had something better planned for just us?” She was met with no response. “Come on Az pleasee” she rubbed the girls back “I really think you’ll like it.” Azzi hesitantly rolled back to face Paige ready to say no, but seeing the vulnerable look in Paige’s eyes, a sort of uncertainty she wasn’t used to seeing in contrast with Paige’s usual confidence, she just didn’t have the heart to.

Paige led Azzi through the house hand in hand not yet ready to let go.

“Do you trust me?” she playfully asked the curly haired girl trying to lighten the mood. Azzi’s eyes were red and puffy, Paige hated seeing her like this.

Azzi just shook her head but she didn’t let go of Paige’s hand so she took it as at least a partial win.

Azzi finally picked up on their location. “The roof?” “Paige you know my parents think it's too dangerous”

“Well actually I asked your mom and she said yes without any objections so” Paige shrugged like it was really no big deal.

“Can’t argue with that” Azzi mumbled and continued to the roof. When they finally reached it she couldn’t help but gasp. Paige had set out a blanket and a bag with what Azzi was guessing was food. Paige walked towards their blanket like it was nothing. The brunette though was a bit shocked and despite her mood felt her heart melt.

“It’s not much” the blonde said sheepishly , “but it is your favorite so I hope you like it.” In the bag was a plate of strawberries and Nutella laid out in a heart shape. Azzi looked at her in a way Paige didn’t have a name for yet but had seen many times from the girl, she felt her cheeks get warm.

Both girls laid down on the blanket. The chilly night air gave them a reason to lay close.

“It’s so beautiful tonight” Azzi said softly, letting herself relax.

“Yeah it is” Paige said quietly back, except, it wasnt the stars she was looking at. When Azzi looked at Paige, she found her best friend already staring intently on her, with a look of longing she thought she imagined . Her breath hitched, their closeness becoming apparent as she could feel the blondes breath mix with her own. They looked into each other’s eyes like that for a long moment until the intensity in Paige’s blue eyes became too much.

She sat up and distracted herself with the strawberries and Nutella, aware of Paige’s eyes still on her every move. Neither one of them talked for a bit but it wasn’t an awkward silence. Paige was surprised to hear Azzi’s voice finally break it.

“ I had it all planned out” she started Paige remained quiet just wanting to hear what else she had to say. “We were going to do that hike you always begged me to do, and once we finally got to the top I had a whole picnic basket of all of our favorites” “it wasn’t even supposed to rain today! Trust me I checked” she shook her head in annoyance, Paige just put a supportive hand on her shoulder. Azzi sighed and looked back up at the stars “ and when that didn’t work I was of course upset but I wasn’t going to let it ruin everything else about today yknow?”

“ But that plus the drive was supposed to take up most of the day time, leaving us a few hours to nap, or play video games or basketball, just any of the things we normally love to do. But without ou finishing the hike and eating there was just so much extra time, and who would I be to ask you to not talk to a friend when we had 4 hours before the last thing” she rambled on, just needing to finally let it all out.

She laid back down beside Paige but continued looking at the sky.

“And right about now, I had the drive through theater rented out for just us. They even let me choose our movie.” She took a deep shaky breath. Paige had a surprised look on her face but Azzi just kept going.

“And at the end of Love and Basketball” she finally turned on her side again to look Paige in the eye. Paige had been silent through all of it sitting up briefly with the girl rubbing calming circles around her back before she laid down.

Now with them both laying down Paige found herself holding her breath nervous to hear what else the brunette had to say.

“ at the end that’s when I was finally going to tell you that I’m so in love with you Paige” Paige felt her voice catch in her throat, rendered speechless by the younger girls confession.

“I have been for so long now, I’ve just been too scared I’m sor-“ she was quickly cut off by Paige’s lips crashing into her, the kiss was hesitant at first but it soon became desperate. Azzi’s hand cradled Paige’s cheek softly, which was a stark contrast to the way Paige’s hand gripped her waist, needing Azzi to become infinitely close

Azzi let out a breathy moan, her mouth opening enough for Paige to slip her tongue in. Her mouth was warm and tasted like chocolate from Nutella . The pace of the kiss picked up and Paige released a breathy moan of her own and she flipped them, hovering over Azzi letting some of her weight rest on top of her. She was drunk on the taste of Azzi. This moment was everything she dreamed of since the plane ride back from team USA.

Paige finally broke the kiss and rested her head on Azzi’s letting both girls catch their breaths. Neither girl could stop the smiles on their faces. Azzi looked so stunning like this with her pupils blown out fitting under Paige like she belonged there.

“You’re perfect” she tucked a loose strand behind Azzi’s ear and couldn’t resist placing another soft kiss on the brunette's lips.

“And we’re both so stupid” she laid back on her side and giggled. “Azzi. I have loved you since the day we met, there’s no one like you. and there’s nobody I’d rather spend my days with, no one I’d rather bicker with, and definitely no one I’d rather ask to be my girlfriend.”

This time it was Azzi who leaned in. This kiss was tender and filled with all of the words they shared, and everything yet to come.

“We really missed out on doing this all summer” Paige shook her head with a grin

“I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time now” Azzi teased before pulling the girl back on top of her. This time they took it all in, hands wandering everywhere, and if it wasn’t for the chilly night air they would’ve stayed forever.

[luffydotcom]

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader (they aren’t together yet) but Luffy has a big crush on the reader without realizing and he’s always super touchy with her without thinking anything of it, like always holding her or picking her up when they’re on adventures and protecting her too all without realizing until the crew makes a comment about it to him, I think it would be super adorable. thank you!

this is such a cute idea oh my GOD. it feels so accurate for luffy too, i just love him so much. thank you for the request as well! it's actually my first ever one! i hope it suffices.

so it's love, then?

pairing: luffy x female! reader warnings: none! word count: 915

ever since you joined the crew, luffy had always thought there was something different about you - something special about you. he was just so drawn towards you, more than anybody else. and he couldn't put his finger on why.

of course, he loved all his friends with his whole heart, but for some reason he didn't understand, when he was around you, he would get a different feeling inside, almost ticklish, making his heart feel funny.

why do i feel like this? i guess it's pretty nice though!

he didn't know what it was, but he sure as heck loved it.

he just can't keep his eyes off of you, but more than that, he can't keep himself off of you. he's always scooping you up to which you laugh in surprise, diving in to hug you close after a successful battle, and practically hanging off your arms when you're busy with a task. even in fights, he can't help but protect you more than needed.

and the worst part is, he never thinks anything of it. little does he know how much his actions make you feel. how you have to hide your excitement when he pulls you in for a hug, or your contentment when he carries you around playfully. he's practically killing you and he doesn't even know it.

and it's like everyone can see it but him.

one afternoon on the sunny, luffy is kicking back on the grass, his head resting on his hands and his eyes closed, about to take a nap. until suddenly, he hears your voice as you're leaving the galley - and and it's like he was never tired at all. he can't help but grin cheekily and stretch his arms to scoop you up above him in the air.

"hey! LUFFY!" you yell in surprise. "w-what're you doing?"

"i don't know," he starts laughing. "i just feel like i want you near me!"

before you can object, he gently puts you down next to him on the grass, your faces close. you're afraid to even breathe wrong as luffy refuses to look away from you, still smiling as if it's nothing. he feels that funny feeling in his chest again and he doesn't want it to end.

he's about to say something, until you both hear footsteps nearing. you both turn over and to see the entire crew standing with bewildered looks on their faces.

"i hope we're not interrupting anything," usopp teases. your face feels hot at his comment. you look over to luffy but he just looks lost.

"interrupting? interrupting what?" he raises an eyebrow. "and why are you all just standing there?"

"well, luffy, we've been needing to ask," nami starts as she looks down at you both. "i mean, i know it's not our business but... haven't you been a bit... touchy with y/n lately?"

you freeze. you can't believe that everyone is collectively agreeing as they nod at what nami's said. you try to say something but suddenly you've forgotten every single word in your vocabulary. instead, luffy speaks.

"touchy? when have i been doing that?" luffy tilts his head, genuinely confused at the observation.

"RIGHT NOW!" everyone practically says in unison as they look at his arm which is suddenly around you. your eyes widen - even you didn't even realise it was there.

luffy bursts out laughing, before eventually composing himself again. "i guess i am kinda touchy, aren't i? but i don't get it. why's that bad?"

nami shakes her head. "it's nothing bad, of course. it's just... well, with how affectionate you are with y/n... always hugging her, play-fighting with her, picking her up-"

"it's like you're in love with her or something!" brook bursts out, unable to help himself as everybody laughs.

your eyes feel like they're about to jump out of their sockets. "w-what? don't be silly... luffy's just being luffy. right, luffy...?" you stutter out, looking at him desperately to say something. but the captain who would normally laugh along at brook's outburst and is usually full of words is awfully quiet... and in thought.

"love?" luffy whispers to nobody at all as he gives it thought. every time he's wrapped his rubber arms around you tightly with affection, every time he's protected you in heated battles, every time he's fought the urge to kiss you - they all flash through his mind. with every time, he always craved you more. would that explain the funny feeling in his heart he gets when he's near you?

"now that you say it, i guess i am in love with you!" luffy laughs loudly before noticing everyone's jaws, including yours, all dropping to the floor. "what? what's wrong?"

you feel like you might faint. the weight of his words that he's just admitted so casually feel like a boulder just dropped on top of you. "you... love me? you're serious?"

"well, i know for a fact that luffy's practically incapable of lying," sanji adds, lowering his cigarette with a smile. "so you have no choice but to believe him, dear."

not giving you another second, luffy is already on his feet. "man, i love you so much! it makes so much sense now." he hauls you over his shoulders playfully to everyone's amusement, leaving your legs dangling over him and it's too late to object. yet you can't help but laugh and neither does the crew.

"that explains why i just can't let go of you!"

[ryewwww]

⚠️: coercion, dark!price, vulnerable!reader, age gap, fem!reader,

Sick and twisted, but thinking about growing up dirt poor, living in a camper with your mom until she abandoned you at 18.

She was a workaholic, went to the city to work which was about a 2 hour drive away from the small town you reside in. Your mom claimed she couldn’t afford the price of rent in the city and raising a teen, which you understood.

But when she abandoned you, it was clear that wasn’t the case. You were just a burden to her.

But what can you do?

Life goes on.

And right now, you were facing a bigger problem. In this tiny town, you were having trouble finding a job. Your mom had blind sided you and rent was due in a few days. You only had $100 to your name.

You landlords were keen on getting you kicked from their land because they found tenants that will pay more. So you packed your life away in a carry on suit-case, and got out of there.

You sat in a McDonald’s for the free wifi while searching for resources that could help you. But nothing was provided by the town, it all was located in the city. Just when you started to feel hopeless, John Price entered the picture.

He noticed the suitcase and that combined with the glum look on your pretty face, made him get off his ass to come talk to you.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself in a shit situation here.”

Your head snaps from your phone, meeting the eyes of this middle aged man. “Yeah, I do I suppose.”

“Mind if I take a seat?”

You do mind but you were meek. So you nodded.

He takes a seat, “you new to town? Not many people come down here to visit, unless you’re lost.”

“No, I grew up here. I’m just trying to figure out my living situation.” You laugh awkwardly and all Price can think about is how you made it too fucking easy.

“Sorry to hear that, bun. If you need a place to crash, I have an old rv I want to get rid of. You could have it for $1000.”

“I don’t have that much money. It’s hard, nobody’s hiring around here.”

“I live on a farm. I could always use a hand. Work for me for a couple of days, and the rv is yours.”

“Really?”

He nods.

You go back to his farm too easily, Price could only wonder if your parents ever taught you about stranger danger.

He pulls into the long driveway and you see the older rv parked in the grass. He lets you check it out and the inside was well kept. There was nothing wrong with it mechanically either so, you could take this rv to the city where you’d have a greater chance of becoming something.

You were so excited and grateful for this opportunity, it almost made Price feel bad about doing this. You were so naive to his true intentions. His intentions on keeping you on this farm, fucking a few kids into you, putting a band around your ring finger, maybe letting his buddy get a taste of you too.

He’d do shit in the most twisted ways too. Like cutting some crucial wires in your rv so now it won’t start. When he “takes a look,” he says the wildlife around must’ve chewed through it. You ask how much it would cost to repair and he gives a number you can’t even fathom.

But he knows someone who could do it. And he’ll pay for it, as long as he gets something in return. When you ask what he wants, his hand cups your chin.

“I want you to put this pretty little mouth to work.”

And you do.

He keeps fucking shit up in your rv while you’re busy combing the horses hair or feeding the chickens. When you come back, your generator isn’t working and it’s freezing.

“How much will it cost to fix the generator?” You ask softly, looking over his shoulders while he “attempted” to fix it.

He stands, “we can talk about it inside.” The “talk” ends up with you warming his bed, his hands on your waist guiding you to ride him faster.

Things kept breaking in your rv and you kept getting quieter because of it. John could see the hope that once lit up your eyes was withering away. So he decided to call his mechanic just to get a little spark from you.

Too bad for you, when mechanic!Simon lays his eyes on you, he gives Price a knowing look.

You weren’t going any fucking where.

Another unedited blurb. If you want more, let me know :)))

[sweetdispatch]

Oooh I love these prompt ideas!!

Can I have 4 lava cakes with chocolate ice cream and edible glitter

Photo - Q. Hughes

v' bakery pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader summary: You and Quinn had been close with each other but never made a move until one photo changed your whole friendship warning: none taglist:@bunbunbl0gs @hwalllllllelujah

The mutual pining had been going on since last summer. You met Quinn through your friends and it was the best thing that ever happened to you. He was a well spoken, smart guy with a passion. You admired him a lot, especially his drive about hockey. He was so passionate about it and it made you hooked on him. 

Before Quinn met you, he broke up with his girlfriend. He wasn’t willing to jump into another relationship but for you, he was ready for it. You were a sweet and caring person who was always ready to help others. He knew you were special when during your walk, you rescued a cat who was abandoned by the street. 

You were spending a lot of time with Quinn, many times ditching your friends just to be with him alone. You were sharing kisses but nothing more. You really thought that he’s the right guy for you. But you never made a move, too scared to risk what you have. Quinn also didn’t do anything. He needed more time to settle things down. 

When the season started, you two became more busy but this didn’t change anything. You were attempting his games and Quinn was always showing up late at night just to have a conversation with you. Everyone thought that you were dating him but you were keeping things casual. 

This was a bad call. One night you were scrolling twitter and you saw Quinn’ photo hugging another girl. You knew you shouldn’t be mad because at the end of the day, you are just friends but it hurted you. You believed in his every word that you’re special and he wants to have you but needed to sort everything out to be committed for you. 

You felt like a fool. You called your friend to tell her about this photo. She arrived at your doorsteps an hour later and you were analysing your whole friendship with Quinn. It was a silly idea but your friend decided to open a gossip blog to read about him to see if he's a guy that might break your heart. After she did it, you regretted this. 

There were plenty of rumours that Quinn is sleeping around with girls and he cheated in his previous relationships. You knew him and didn't want to believe what you read but you couldn’t help it. They really stuck in your head. That’s why you decided to give yourself a space from Quinn. You needed a break from him. 

When Quinn saw the photo floating around social media, he lost all the colors from his face. He knew that it looked bad, like he’s flirting with another girl but that was far from the truth. It was his teammate’s girlfriend and he only hugged her as a greeting. He tried to call you but when you didn’t pick up the phone, he knew you already saw this photo. 

You didn’t speak to Quinn for the next week. He tried to reach you but you never picked up your phone. You completely cut him off, thinking about your next move. Quinn was on a roadie so he couldn’t show up at your doorsteps but you knew that this was gonna happen as soon as he returned to Vancouver. 

You weren’t wrong. Quinn came back and he drove to your place instead of his. He desperately needed to talk with you, to explain to you it’s nothing and he only wants you. He knocked on your door and to his relief, you opened the door. You didn’t say a word, just let him in.

“I can explain” Quinn breathed out. 

“No need. I know that you only played with me and went to fuck another girl. Me and my friend had been reading about you and we learnt a lot of interesting things” You said calmly and crossed your arms on your chest. 

“What things?” Quinn was confused. 

“Just that you like to hook up with girls and cheated on your previous girlfriend” You shrugged. 

“Is this how little you think of me?” Quinn asked you.

“Honestly I don’t know what to think about you anymore” You sighed. “I thought that we had a chance to be together. That you are different from other guys and you really want me but now I’m not sure about it” You said truthfully. 

“I want you and everything we had is true. About this photo, it’s Petey’ girlfriend. I hugged her as a greeting and that’s it. It's a very unfortunate moment when someone took the picture” Quinn responded, feeling it’s the right moment to explain this whole mess. 

“Okay but what about the rumours?” You believed him with the photo situation but after reading all the nasty stuff you still weren’t sure of your feelings. 

“I used to sleep with girls and that’s normal. I was single and I’m not gonna tell you that I’m ashamed of that because I’m not. But I stopped doing that when I met you. I didn’t want to hurt you by going with other girls behind your back. I was waiting for you” Quinn said and you smiled softly. 

“And the cheating rumours?” You felt bad for asking him about this but you needed full transparency.

“False. I could never cheat on anyone. It’s not me. Those rumours are made up” Quinn said proudly. 

“So I just overreacted? God I feel so stupid. I’m sorry for jumping into conclusion” You said embarrassed that you believed them.

“Don’t be. I understand your concerns” Quinn hugged you. “What does it mean for us?” He asked you. 

“I don’t know” You sighed. 

“Because for me…” Quinn pulled out from the hug and looked at you. “It means that you care about us. That’s why I want to ask you this question. Are you ready to try to be with me? Like a girlfriend-boyfriend?” He asked with hope in his voice.

“Yes. I’m ready” You smiled at him and Quinn pulled you into a kiss.

[archangeldyke-all]

Hey angel!! 💗 I'm don't think you've done anything like this, so I wanted to ask what you think little fucker coming out would be like? Of course they'd be happy, but wouldn't it be funny sevika being like "aw shit ANOTHER one??" Would they suspect it??

With this I always think of that headcanon of how for vi, sevika would be butch mentor LMAO

this is SO CUTE AAAAAAAGH

men and minors dni

you've always suspected that little fucker is gay.

she's a bit different than most girls her age. she's always been a bit of a tomboy, keeping her hair on the shorter side and preferring pants with enough pockets to keep all her treasures close by. she's always had butchier interests, preferring to collect toy cars and cool rocks over dolls or nail polishes.

but then again... you and sevika aren't very traditional parents, and you've never put any emphasis on gender roles in your house. plus, your eldest daughter worships the ground her mommy sevika walks on, so her more masc interests and appearance could always just be her copying what her mom does.

regardless of her sexuality, you'll always love and adore your baby girl. (but you and sevika have always secretly joked and hoped that your baby girl might be gay, too.)

so, when little fucker casually asks you one night 'what made you realize you like girls, ma?' you have to bite your cheek to keep from squealing.

"well..." you close your book and pat your bed, letting your daughter crawl in beside you. "i dunno, really. i'm not sure if there was a specific person or moment that did it. i just woke up one day and knew." you say.

little fucker huffs. "that's not helpful." she says. you giggle.

"no, i guess it's not. why do you ask, baby?"

little fucker glares at you. "why do you think i ask?"

you laugh again and kiss her forehead. "you wanna talk about it?"

she shrugs and lays down in your bed, starfishing out and staring at the ceiling. "i can't tell if i think i like girls because i like girls or if i think i like girls because i spend so much time with you and mom and vi."

you burst into laughter and pull your daughter in for a hug. she's stiff in your arms for a moment, before sighing and melting into the embrace. at just thirteen, little fucker is experimenting with her constantly annoyed teenage attitude, but she can't quite hold onto it for more than a few minutes at a time. "give it time, baby. you'll figure it all out someday. i promise."

when you tell sevika about your conversation with your daughter that night she cackles and pulls you in for a hug.

"i fuckin' love that kid." she laughs. you chuckle.

"you should talk to her. she's feeling confused."

"eh. i don't think she'd wanna talk about this shit with her mom. maybe i'll have vi take her out for dinner soon. let 'em chat about girls and monster trucks and whatever else those dorks like."

you snort and kiss your wife.

and for a while, that's all that happens.

then, about a year later, your daughter sits down at dinner with a nervous look. her sisters are away at a sleepover, so you've taken advantage of the quiet house to spend some one-on-one time with your eldest, making her favorite meal for dinner and letting her pick the movie for the evening.

"you alright, kiddo?" sevika asks.

little fucker sighs. she pushes her food around on her plate for a few seconds before dropping her fork and looking up at the two of you. "i gotta tell you guys something." she whispers.

your heart sinks. "fuck. did you set fire to something?!"

"are you in trouble at school?" sevika asks.

"are you pregnant!?"

"relax!" your daughter laughs. "it's nothing bad... it's just..." she trails off. sevika reaches over to grab your hand, you hadn't even realized you were anxiously picking at your fignernails. "i think i'm like you two." your daughter whispers.

"whaddya mean, sweet pea?"

little fucker huffs and rolls her eyes. "y'know. like... i think i'm..."

"gay?" you ask.

she gulps and nods. "y-yeah."

it's quiet for a moment, and then sevika bursts into laughter. you elbow your wife. she elbows you back.

"baby, did you think we'd be upset?!" sevika asks.

little fucker huffs. "well obviously not, i just--"

"it's a little scary to say out loud, isn't it?" you ask. your daughter nods.

sevika's laughter dies down and she smiles sweetly at her daughter. "oh baby." she coos, shooting out of her chair to scoop your daughter in her strong arms. little fucker groans, but she doesn't pull away. "my sweet, sweet girl." sevika kisses her scalp.

"mommy get off." your daughter whines.

sevika kisses her one last time before sitting back down, a proud smile on her face. "is it bad to say i'm proud?" she asks.

you snort. "why would that be a bad thing?"

sevika shrugs. "i dunno. it would be bad if a straight parent was proud that their kid is straight."

you and little fucker cackle.

"would you have been disappointed if i was straight!?" little fucker asks.

"of course not!" sevika gasps. little fucker gives her a deadpan look and sevika snorts. "okay. maybe a bit."

"mom!" she laughs.

"what?! i'm just being honest. i wouldn't be upset, but it's kinda cool that me and your ma had a little lesbo all of our own isn't it?" she asks.

little fucker bursts into flustered laughter.

"you're horrible at this." you snort. sevika elbows you.

"i'm amazing at this! look at her, she's laughing!"

"i'm laughing at you, mom, not with you."

"oh whatever. you want us to throw you a coming out party?" sevika asks.

your daughter sputters, then face palms. "absolutely fucking not!" she groans.

you chuckle and kiss your wife's cheek, before grabbing your daughter's hand. "thank you for tellin' us baby. i love seeing you figure yourself out. you're starting to become your own little person, aren't you?" you ask.

little fucker smiles. "yeah, kinda."

"yeah, yeah, but don't figure your shit out too fast. you're still our baby, y'know?" sevika asks.

your baby giggles. "i'll always be your baby, mom."

"you're damn right you will." sevika laughs, pulling your daughter in for a noogie.

little fucker squirms out of sevika's grip and picks up her fork, a happy little smile on her face as she does. you watch her eat for a moment, your heart thrumming with love and pride.

and then... you decide to tease her a bit. "so... is there a girl that helped you figure this out?"

little fucker chokes on her food and glares at you. sevika cackles as she pounds her daughter's back.

kofi

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[cameronsbabydoll]

Does sugar coated rafe ever do anything nice & sweet for the oc that’s for her happiness & not necessarily for his “control” ? Just anything in general really.

I also was thinking while reading the 2nd epilogue, the oc was pretty deep into post partum depression etc, & if that were to go any further (like her having suicidal thoughts for example) or even just her being genuinely so broken down that everyone (even random kids lmao) can tell that she is NOT okay , would rafe do something (that’s not for solely his gain but for her) ? Like we know he cares for her in his twisted own way but would something like that scare him? Her being so broken down, would he ever have thoughts like “ i cant lose her/ i need to help her etc” ?

Small But Genuine Acts of Kindness:

Taking Care of Her Without Making a Show of It: Rafe isn’t the type to say “I love you” outright or do big romantic gestures, but he shows his affection in quiet ways. Like making sure her car is always filled with gas, keeping her jewelry clean, or replacing things she loses before she even realizes they’re missing.

Paying Attention to Her Small Comforts: If she casually mentions that she likes a certain kind of tea or perfume, it’ll just appear in their home without her asking.

Letting Her Have Some Freedom (On Her Terms): Maybe she wants to go on a small trip with friends or have a night out—something that usually makes him tense. But sometimes, when he can tell she really needs it, he’ll let her go without an argument (while still having her watched, of course).

Moments of Softness at Night: When they’re in bed and she’s curled up beside him, sometimes he’ll play with her hair, rub slow circles into her back, or just hold her a little tighter.

If She Got Really Bad (Deep Postpartum Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Etc.)

Yes, that would scare him. Rafe is obsessed with her—he needs her. The idea of her slipping so far that she’s completely broken down? That would shake him in a way that almost nothing else could.

Denial at First: He might try to brush it off at first, refusing to believe she’s that bad.

“You’re tired, that’s all. The baby keeps you up, you just need sleep.”

But then he starts seeing it—how lifeless she looks, how even strangers can tell she’s not okay, how she barely reacts to anything anymore.

Realization & Fear: The moment it clicks for him that she’s not just tired, that she’s actually drowning in this, it would send him into panic mode. He wouldn’t show it outwardly, but inside? He’d be spiraling.

“I can’t lose her.”

“She’s mine. She’s always been mine.”

“I have to fix this.”

What He Would Do About It:

He’d actually listen (for once). If she says she needs something—therapy, medication, more time to herself—he’ll give it to her, no arguments.

He’d take over completely. She wouldn’t have to lift a finger. He’d hire extra help, make sure she’s never alone, and force her to rest.

He’d be more present. No more late nights out, no more business trips. He’d physically be there, watching her closely.

He’d take care of her in a way that’s not about control, but about making sure she doesn’t slip away from him. If she can’t even get out of bed, he’ll bring her food. If she won’t talk, he’ll just sit with her, quietly, waiting.

At his core, Rafe isn’t a good man. But he needs her, and he wouldn’t let her drown in her own mind. If things got bad enough, his possessiveness would turn into something almost desperate—because losing her is the one thing he cannot handle.