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huxhsz · 7 hours ago

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🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ikaw lang

— synopsis: caleb is back, but he's different. he looks the same, talks the same—but something about him feels just out of reach, like a melody you can’t quite remember. the boy who used to piggyback you home, who cut apples for you without complaint, who always found a way to annoy and protect you in equal measure—he's not here anymore. and yet, as you watch him silently peel an apple, his hands steady and sure, you realize something. you still want him. even if he’s changed. even if he's not the same. because no matter what, he’s never leaving you again. — note/s: first post on tumblr im a bit intimidated HAHA wrote this while listening to ikaw lang by nobita and also realized i NEED filo caleb. save me filo caleb save me I NEED TO WRITE A FILO COLLEGE/HS AU OF HIM SO BAD

cross-posted on ao3! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

caleb has changed, you realize grimly.

he sounds the same, looks the same, talks the same—

but he's not your caleb.

he's not the same caleb who used to piggyback you home after school, he's not the same caleb who would use you as his fake girlfriend to ward off his fangirls, he's not the same caleb who would slice apples for you because you would always complain about being lazy... no.

when you look at this man's—this stranger's—face, you do not see your caleb. you see fleet colonel caleb of the farspace fleet, you see a soldier hardened by war, a man who has seen too much and lost even more.

"—pipsqueak? pipsqueakk— earth to pipsqueak? oh, there she is! hello, what has gotten you so out of it? you're staring, y'know."

caleb raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the kitchen counter like he belongs there. like this is normal. like you haven’t been standing here, silently cataloging every little thing that’s different about him.

"am i?" you blink, tilting your head, feigning ignorance. "you sure it’s not you just being self-conscious?"

"as if," he scoffs, and there—there it is. a glimpse of him, of the boy you knew, the boy who used to flick your forehead whenever you got too smug.

but then it’s gone, swallowed up by something older, something colder.

his fingers tap against the counter, a steady rhythm. you used to recognize all his nervous habits. the way he’d scratch the back of his neck when lying, the way his nose scrunched when he was about to say something stupid. this? this tapping? you don’t know this one.

"well?" he prompts. "you gonna tell me why you’re looking at me like i grew a second head?"

"you’d be lucky if that happened. then you’d have twice the brain cells," you retort automatically. safe. easy. the kind of banter you used to have.

it works. he rolls his eyes, lips twitching like he wants to smirk. "real original. you workshopping that one while zoning out?"

you shrug, moving to the fridge. "maybe."

his eyes follow you. you feel them, just like you feel the weight of his presence in this space that suddenly feels too small. he was gone for so long, and now he’s here, standing in your kitchen like nothing’s changed.

like everything hasn’t.

"you still eat those awful store-bought apple slices?" he asks, nodding toward the fridge.

"mm. got tired of cutting them myself."

he exhales sharply—something between a laugh and a sigh. "figures. lazy as ever."

you expect him to leave it at that, but then, before you can process it, he’s reaching for the fruit bowl on the counter. a knife glints in his hand, and for a second, your breath catches. not because you’re afraid—no, never of him—but because of how he holds it.

not with the careless ease of someone cutting fruit. but with the precise grip of a soldier trained to kill.

a second too late, he seems to realize it too. his fingers shift, adjusting to something more casual, more familiar.

"still want them peeled?" he asks, tone too light.

you force yourself to breathe. "obviously."

he hums. starts peeling. his movements are too smooth, too calculated, but for a moment, if you squint, you can almost pretend.

almost.

he hands you a slice without looking up. you take it.

it tastes the same.

you chew slowly, watching him, waiting for something—anything—that feels real.

his gaze flickers to yours, unreadable. then, softer, quieter—

"good?"

the apple sits heavy on your tongue.

you swallow.

"yeah."

you chew, swallow, and place the half-eaten slice on the counter. caleb watches, waiting for something—maybe for you to complain about how the pieces aren’t cut evenly like you used to. but you don’t. you just stare at him, this version of him, and you realize something.

you still want him.

not just the boy he used to be—the one who would throw you over his shoulder just to prove he could, the one who’d grumble about being your fake boyfriend but always played the part too well. no, you want this caleb, too. the one who stands before you now, heavier with the weight of things unsaid, carrying shadows you don’t recognize.

your fingers twitch, and before you can overthink it, you reach out. you expect him to flinch when you press your palm against his wrist—his grip tightens just slightly around the knife, but he doesn’t pull away.

"caleb." you say his name like an answer to a question neither of you have asked.

his jaw tightens. he sets the knife down, slow and deliberate. when he finally looks at you, his eyes are searching, guarded—but underneath it, there’s something raw. something afraid.

"i know," he says. and it’s barely a whisper, but you hear everything. the guilt, the exhaustion, the hesitation.

you exhale. "i never said anything."

"you don’t have to." his lips press into a thin line. "i can tell."

you consider denying it, telling him he’s being dramatic, but you’re tired of pretending. so instead, you squeeze his wrist, grounding him.

"it’s okay," you say quietly. "if you’re no longer the same caleb I knew."

his breath hitches. you feel it more than you hear it.

"because either way—" you tighten your grip, firm, unwavering, "you’re never leaving me again."

his body stills. like he’s waiting for the catch, for the conditions, for something that makes this feel less like a promise and more like a fleeting moment he can let slip through his fingers.

but you don’t take it back.

caleb swallows. his free hand twitches at his side, like he wants to reach for you but doesn’t know if he’s allowed to.

"say it again," he murmurs, voice barely above a breath.

you step closer. "you’re never leaving me again. i won't let you."

this time, he exhales shakily, as if he’s been holding his breath for years. and then—finally—he rests his forehead against yours.

neither of you move.

the apples sit forgotten on the counter.

(caleb drops a bag onto the counter with a dull thud.

you glance at it, then at him. “what’s this?”

“apples,” he says, already rolling up his sleeves.

you blink. “they’re not pre-cut.”

“no shit,” he snorts, pulling out a knife. "figured you were overdue for the real thing.”

you watch as he starts peeling—smooth, practiced movements, no hesitation. he still holds the knife like a soldier, but his hands are steady, deliberate. for you.

a slice appears in front of your face. you take it without a word. it tastes fresher, sweeter.

he smirks. “better than that store-bought crap?”

you chew, swallowing down something thick in your throat, replacing it with something lighter in your chest.

“…yeah.”)

#caleb x reader #lnds caleb #caleb #caleb x mc #caleb lads #love and deepspace caleb #caleb xia #lnds #lads caleb #love and deepspace #lads #loveanddeepspace #caleb x you

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fanfic-scribbles · 2 days ago

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Flowers For

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: You give Bucky flowers, because friends can give each other gifts and it doesn’t have to mean anything. This time, though, it ends up meaning everything.

Quick facts: Romance – Bucky Barnes/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Fluff!, background Steve/Sam/Natasha, everybody’s a little shit

MCU Timeline: Set some nebulous time after CA:TWS (though while I do make allusions to the MCU “Civil War” we’re familiar with…it didn’t happen like that. I mostly just wanted Ned and MJ and Peter around for a cute mention.)

Words: 2787

A/N: I badly needed fluff and this just sort of happened. Enjoy <3

Bucky seems…sad, lately.

You don’t know how to explain it. He doesn’t look any different than he normally does. He doesn’t speak any different than he normally does. But there is an air around him that feels almost melancholic, and though most of your other friends treat him the same as always, you do catch Sam and Steve looking at him a few more times than normal, which confirms your suspicions. You just don’t know what to do about it. Sam and Steve are both closer to him than you are. Surely they can fix whatever is wrong, and you should just butt out. …Right?

The first flower is a fluke.

You find it by the curb of the sidewalk. Dropped in a rush, a few of the rose’s petals have been pulled off by whatever event cast it aside in the first place, but it is still overall lush and gorgeous. You pick it up– carefully, because curiously there are a couple of thorns– and dust it off. You carry on to the park where you’re going to meet up with Bucky.

And there he is, looking almost lost as he casts his gaze out to some unknown point. It’s pointless to follow– you get the feeling that, whatever he’s looking for, isn’t even here. And to further cement your worry, he doesn’t even notice you until you’re almost within arm’s reach. He leans back to cover the small flinch, and he smiles at you, in a way that if you were only able to see his eyes you wouldn’t even be able to tell. “You made it,” he says gently.

His focus moves down to your hand and his expression takes on a tinge of curious wonder. It’s not out of place or character– Bucky has a lot of little plants he tends to. Some herbs, a little vegetable seed he’s experimenting with, some–…flowers…

“Whatcha got there?” he asks and tilts his head to one side.

If it didn’t have the thorns, you’d be tempted to put it behind his ear. It would look beautiful– more beautiful. Because it’s him, and he’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever known, inside and out. But you can’t say that. You can’t risk not having him around.

You lift the flower towards him and say, “It’s for you.”

His eyes light up, but he looks between you and the flower a few times. “How come?”

“Just because,” you say firmly, and hold it higher. It feels right, and it feels even more right when he takes it and his face relaxes, showing some of the tired lines of the age that doesn’t yet show, but there’s a small genuine smile that bends the edges of his eyes, and makes your heart bloom into a flower all its own.

The next time you meet up, you’re more prepared. Buying a whole bouquet seemed…silly? Too much? But you got what you could find and so most of the flowers are stashed at your apartment, looking pretty in a cup, and you have a select few in hand, tied with a little ribbon you had lying around. The price tag hurt so bad it almost feels insulting these flowers don’t actually have any thorns, but, stupid expensive idea or not, you want to see how this goes.

Bucky is sitting on a ledge outside the museum, shaking his leg absently, but when he senses you nearby, he stops, sits taller, and turns. His eyes go immediately to the flowers and he smiles, but quashes it down almost immediately again.

“Seriously,” he says as you approach and hand them over. His eyes squint at you with some suspicion. “What’s the occasion?”

“Flowers are pretty,” you say without thinking. “And soft. And nice.”

“So why give them to me?” he huffs, derision shading his words as he casts his gaze down again.

You put the flowers in front of him, insistent enough that he finally takes them. “Because they’re pretty, and soft, and nice, and you like them,” you say. And I like you, you think but do not say. And when he lifts them to his face, getting lost in a thought, the soft petals graze his skin, and briefly touch the corner of his lips, and it’s so beautiful you think this is all very, very worth whatever price tag comes with it.

But you do find a florist that sells flowers by the stem. You actually find more than one, because, after a few times of coming in, the comments they made were…not mean, no, certainly not, but pointed. And you just can’t deal with that right now. Because Bucky is such a good friend, and he has enough to deal with without also worrying how you’d take his rejection– or, worse, that you’re just another person to want something from him. He’s had so much stress, and pain, and it just doesn’t do to imagine you contributing to more of that. Besides– flowers are, in fact, nice, and pretty, and soft, and fully capable of being utterly platonic.

Even if the way Bucky smiles every time he receives one (or two, or five,) makes your stomach do a flip.

“You know, bringing a fella flowers when you’re out to dinner with him is gonna give people some ideas,” he says, a smirk playing at his mouth as he flips the menu over.

“Not when they see the person giving you the flowers,” you say, trying to match his teasing tone. But as you go for your menu, he catches your hand. You stop and look at him. He stares at you for a few moments that almost make you squirm, but then he lets go, his hand sliding slowly, (so wonderfully slowly), away from yours.

“Then they’re idiots,” he says decisively, as if daring anyone to actually say that to his face. He even scowls a bit and looks around. Before you can apologize for your bad joke, he adds, “No one talks to my bestie like that,” and goes back to his menu.

It surprises a laugh out of you, and he’s smiling again. “We might need to cut down on your hangout time with Peter,” you say, and pick up your menu for real this time. You can still feel the ghost of his hand on yours, and you savor the memory of it. He doesn’t…touch, like that. It was nice.

“MJ,” Bucky says. He glances at you a few times and pulls some of his hair behind his ear. “She helped me cut my hair.”

“She did a great job,” you say earnestly. It’s not super short, still falling down enough he could ostensibly put it in a tiny ponytail, but it had been getting quite long, before. While it had looked nice, supplying one with many fantasies of running fingers through the full length, or braiding, or– …well, ultimately, you know the maintenance of it had annoyed him, and that’s what really matters.

“I want it shorter, but this was as much as I could manage,” he admits. He brightens. “Those are good kids.”

He tells you about his day, and how the three-man “Spidey-crew” somehow made an absolute wreck of one of Tony’s training rooms despite only one of them actually being enhanced, and as much as you’re riveted by the story, you can’t help but notice how Bucky’s right hand keeps drifting over to pet the flower petals throughout the night.

“Hey.”

You look up– and squint at Steve. You don’t know exactly what that look on his face is, but you know trouble when you see it. Not bad trouble, like someone’s dying, but that Captain “The Biggest Little Shit In The World” America is going to make trouble. “Hey,” you say cautiously. You look around. You’re supposed to be meeting someone else today. “Is Bucky okay?”

“He’s doing great,” Steve says, and there it is– that grin that means you are going to regret whatever comes out of his mouth next– about zero point three seconds before he adds, “He seems to be collecting enough flowers to be able to open his own shop though. Don’t suppose you know anything about that?”

“Mm, no,” you say, because Steve Rogers is not the only little shit in the area. God, at this point Bucky practically collects them.

“Interesting,” Steve says, with a little too much…well, interest.

You bristle. “What?”

“Nothing,” Steve says, feigning innocence. “I just said it’s interesting.”

“And what would your boyfriend think about that?” you ask. You then try not to actually think about what Sam would have to say about it.

Of course, you don’t get away that easy. “He’s also wondering when you’re going to make an honest man out of Bucky,” Steve says, dropping the pretense.

You scowl. “He already is an honest man.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Steve says, gently, but…it’s true. He’s the one who took on the world for him. And won. “Hey,” he says and sits next to you. “It’s fine, just…you know Buck’s going to wonder about all this.”

You swallow. “He won’t bring it up,” you say. You hope. “Even if he kn–… He wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings.” He’s so good. He’s too good.

“He might also not bring it up because he’s as afraid of rejection as you are.” Steve squeezes your shoulder, then stands. “But from here on, it’s not up to me– it’s up to the two of you.” You don’t even get a chance to fully absorb all that before he adds, “That said, you should be more concerned about what my girlfriend thinks about all this.”

You immediately feel your blood go cold.

The knife of Natasha hangs silently over your head. Silently, because she made sure to stop by just to stare at you a little too intensely and a little too long. At this point, you’re not sure who’s actually more protective of Bucky– Steve or Natasha. You’re pretty sure the latter is the scarier of the two, though. Only pretty sure though, because Steve probably only backed off because he knew she was going to step in.

You sigh, and watch the rain fall outside your window. Maybe you never should have– but, no, you can’t bring yourself to regret it. It made Bucky happy. It makes Bucky happy. Overprotective friends or not, it’s worth it.

…And if you do get dead and buried, you’ve probably bought enough flowers for Bucky that he won’t even have to buy any arrangements.

There’s a knock at your door and you scramble up, but at the quiet, familiar, “It’s me,” you relax again. And then you scramble to go hit the light. Bucky can’t see you yet so he doesn’t know you’ve been brooding in the dark, but it suddenly feels a lot sillier, all told. Then you answer the door, and he’s smiling, and oh boy, you really are in trouble, aren’t you.

“I got something for you,” he says, and unzips his jacket, bringing out…

…A small bundle of flowers.

You freeze. You should have expected this– Bucky is the kind of guy to get and then give in equal (or more) measure, but there’s something about Bucky, with his nice new haircut, showing up at your door, giving you flowers, that makes your heart ache. But the longer you stand there, the more his smile starts to wilt, until he finally says your name in such an uncertain tone that you snap out of it.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful,” you say, and take them to go get a tall cup or something to put them in.

He breathes a sigh of relief and starts pulling off his jacket and shoes. “Thank God; I wasn’t sure what kind of flowers you like, but I put those together and they just felt right, you know?”

You nod agreeably, even though you think if Bucky showed up with them half-rotted and smushed with most of their petals gone, you’d still have been equally choked up. “You didn’t have to do that,” you say gently and turn to face him, and oh, he is suddenly very, very close.

“I wanted to,” he says, and doesn’t back down. His eyes flick from place to place, though, and he swallows. “Just…because. That’s good enough, right?”

“It is,” you agree, because it is, and you stand by that. But the way Bucky is looking at you is searching, and you feel your chest clench. What is he looking for. Did Steve snitch. Natasha wouldn’t (she loves leverage a little too much for anyone’s full good) but if you have to kill Captain America for being a bitch you will–

“What if it wasn’t just because,” he blurts out. And there’s no other way to describe it; the words fall right out of his mouth like they didn’t even mean to. But you both freeze, and Bucky stands tall, and he doesn’t take them back. He looks right at you and says, “What if…what if they meant something?”

It’s so quiet. Rain pats against glass in waves, but even it is softer now, and you swallow. “What would…they mean?”

And, because there is no hiding the hope in your voice, Bucky relaxes, and once again becomes the kind of person who would look at an angry chihuahua of a man and think befriending him was a good idea. “Well,” he drawls, leaning into you more, but your lower back is against the counter and he rests his hands on it, on either side of you. “It’s not your birthday…it’s not a holiday…”

“And what kind of holiday would you get me flowers for?” you ask, deadpan, because he– he wouldn’t actually make fun of you for this. He’s not that cruel. So this has to be going one place, and you think you know what it is.

Right?

“Valentine’s Day?” he suggests. But his eyes are intense, and for a few moments neither of you say anything, but his mouth is right there, and yours opens just a bit in a Pavlovian response you absolutely should not have but that you desperately want a reason to develop.

“Seems like that might be kind of a statement,” you say softly. You swallow again. “If you. Did that.”

“Yeah?” he asks and leans in, somehow, impossibly closer. “Maybe I just wanted you to have something nice. And soft.”

His lips are almost touching yours, so close, so close. “Maybe I’d like something else,” you say, more breath than words, and then there he is, there he is closing the distance at last and his lips are on yours and your lips are on his and his chest presses hard against yours and the counter is digging into your back. But his arms wrap around you, and no flower petal can hold a candle to his lips, you think deliriously, wrapping your arms so tight around him that if you had enhanced strength, you think you’d crush him. His lips are mostly soft, but you can feel the little ridges, a hint of a split that must have happened in training this morning, and his tongue and yours. When you finally separate, it’s slow, and while you both take a moment to breathe, you try to wrap your head around…all of this.

“Man,” you murmur. “If I knew all it would take is some flowers…”

Bucky lets out a hoarse laugh, and passes the tips of his fingers gently across your cheek. “What can I say?” He smiles, and it makes his eyes crinkle. “I’m a cheap date.”

You smile too, and say, “We’ll see about that.”

When you go to meet with Bucky for your first official date, you bring flowers– and so does he. He hands you your little bindle, but you go about sticking your selection right in his coat breast pocket– and find something familiar about the new broach he has. It’s a little pin containing three rolled dried rose petals in resin, it looks like.

“Is that…” you ask, and he nods.

“I wanted to keep it,” he says, and adjusts the fresh flowers in his pocket. You didn’t plan it like this, but they look so perfectly at home, and when he smiles at you it nearly makes your knees weak. “You look amazing,” he says, gently, and holds out his hand. “Shall we?”

In one hand you hold firm stems and soft petals. Your other hand, you slide into his– against skin calloused and creased and warm and, despite all of its supposed imperfections, better than any flower could ever hope to be. You grip tight, and say, “We shall.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #avengers fanfic #avengers reader insert #captain america fanfic #reader insert #fluff #friends to lovers

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aliwritex · 3 days ago

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DO I WANNA KNOW? pt2 fc43

summary: franco realizes he wants more.

wc: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, pinv, oral, fingering and everything, L word obv. a little bit of anxiety related erectile dysfunction i did not read this through very well

Franco was acting different, you knew that, all your friends knew too. The thing was that they knew why but wouldn’t tell you. You tried making your friend talk multiple times but she would budge, you were starting to think it was something bad. Maybe he wanted to end your little arrangement and didn’t know how to, maybe you had done something wrong or maybe he just wasn’t into you anymore.

You started to keep your distance, you didn’t want him to be forced to hang out with you and maybe if you eased out of your situationship then there wouldn’t have to be an actual conversation or ‘breakup’.

And as far as situationships go, you were driving each other insane. All your friends were watching closely, it was funny really. You both thought they didn’t know about you but they had found out the same night when you ended up sleeping in the guest room before he snuck out in the morning. The – not so – subtle questions you’d ask only gave them more insight of what you two had going on. Questions like “Is she seeing someone?” or “do you think he’s been acting weird?” were being thrown and discussed in a group chat without you two.

On one side Franco had just started to feel confident enough in your relationship to confess, tell you that he wanted more. But it was making him nervous. On the other side, you were completely misreading his nervousness as something else, like he wasn’t enjoying being with you. In your defense he had gone soft on you twice because of his overthinking.

“I know we talked about you coming over tomorrow but turns out I have plans” you lied as he came back from the bathroom.

“Oh? Okay.” he tried to understand but didn’t miss the weird way you brought it up “Can I still sleep over, though? Don’t wanna drive back home. Tired”

Franco left the next morning and you didn’t talk that weekend or the week after that. And the next time the group got together you said you couldn’t make it, you would be studying for a test – which was true – but that night Franco took the opportunity to talk to your friend.

“Tina, do you think she has been acting different lately?”

“Oh, god, you will drive each other insane.” she said, taking a sip of her drink “We know you’ve got something going on so please just tell me so I can help”

So there he was, sitting in a booth in the club boring Tina to death as he told her everything he deemed important about your relationship.

“Look,” she spoke when he finished, “from what I’ve gathered, she thinks you’re not into her anymore and to be fair I’m guessing you’re the guy that went soft on her twice.”

“She told you? I was- I don’t have to explain myself to you” he realized.

“Didn’t ask you to. Franco, the point is, I think she’s really into you and you should do something about it because she’s trying to push you away”

“How could she possibly think I’m not into her? I’ve been throwing myself at her for over a year!” he was genuinely surprised and couldn’t understand how you came to that conclusion.

“Then maybe keep doing it, okay? She says you’ve been acting different, I get it that you’re nervous about telling her but you can’t let that affect your performance, darling, apparently that’s all your relationship is based on”

“I hate you. Why would she tell you that?” he whined “She won’t really talk to me, she’s making excuses and avoiding my texts.” his explanation comes out as a sigh.

“Bother her a little more, show up to her house, she’ll give in eventually.” she shrugged, getting up from her seat.

Franco left the club earlier that night and texted you before getting in his car. “you still awake?”

You rolled your eyes at the text, yes you were still awake at one in the morning, but it was because you were busy. “i’m studying franco” “not a good time.”

He only read your text, didn’t say anything else because he was driving. Driving to your place but not without a quick stop to a 24 hour grocery store. He knew that if you had been deep into your studies to be up that late you deserved some good snacks and just as he was leaving he saw some mediocre flowers, they would have to do, so he picked a small colorful bouquet – he didn’t know your favorite color but it was surely amongst them.

He didn’t text or call cause you would tell him no, so he just showed up at your door and knocked. You knew immediately it was him.

“Fran, I said I’m bu-“ your mouth stopped moving when you saw him with a grocery bag and the flowers in his hand. Franco froze, he forgot to think of what to say. “I told you I was busy”

After a couple of seconds – that felt way too long for him – staring at you he finally spoke, “I thought you might be needing some rewards, for studying so hard” he lifted up the bag, showing it to you.

You stood in front of him, your head rested against the door, watching him smile a little when he realized you were wearing his shirt. “Hope you don’t mind”

“No, never. Guess if I forgot it wasn’t that important in the first place.” he paused for a second, still looking at you “I got you these” he lifted the flowers “figured the ones you had last time I was here would be dead by now. I realized I don’t know your favorite color, or what flowers you like, think I was too busy looking at something else other than your flowers. I guessed you had to like at least one flower or one color from this one.”

“Fran, what is this about?”

“I wante- Can I come in?” he asked nervously.

You moved out of the doorway to let him through, smiling to yourself as you realized you were completely wrong. He put the things down on the table by your door as you locked it and when you turned back your arms wrapped around his neck, as you kissed.

His hands came down to your waist and he was slightly surprised at your sudden action, but melted into the kiss. “Missed me?”

“A little” you confessed, pulling away from him and walking to your bedroom.

You heard him follow right behind you, reaching for your hand when you walked in. Your lips met again but this time his hands guide your legs and guide them to wrap around his hips as he walks to the bed. He placed you where he wanted, right in the middle with your back against the pillows, your legs naturally spreading for him to settle between. He knelt up for a second, grabbing the stuffed animals around you and throwing them on the floor. You rolled your eyes.

“You know I don’t like them here”

He smiled and bent down to kiss you. His hands sneaked up your hips to your waist, under your shirt. Yours ran around his neck, nails against the sensitive skin, knowing it would turn him on. His lips lowered to your jaw, making you let out a sigh, relaxing all your muscles after being tense in a desk all day. He let his hips meet yours, grinding slightly against yours as his mouth started working on your neck, sucking and kissing all the spots he knew. His hands then lowered to the band of your shorts and tugged them down till he had to pull away from you to slip them off your legs.

“You look good in my clothes, should leave them around here more often” he smiled, making you blush as he positioned himself between your legs, laying on your bed.

Your hand reached out to caress his cheek, he smiled against the skin of your thigh before kissing it. He started leaving open mouthed kisses all over, your thighs, your lower stomach and over your panties, making you shiver when you felt his lips brushing against your cunt, only your thin underwear separating you. But not for long, once he felt like he had teased you enough his fingers hooked on the sides of your panties and slowly dragged them down, then he was facing your bare cunt, wet and ready for him.

Franco licked his lips at the sight before sticking his tongue out to spread your lips apart. He moaned when your taste hit his tongue, he had missed it. Once he started he was unstoppable, licking into you till his tongue and lips were covered in your wetness. Your hands dropped to grab his head when he took your clit into his mouth. His fingers joined the combo, slowly making their way inside you before gently curling up, he was making a mess out of you. Moans started leaving your mouth as he worked on you. His free hand made its way inside your shirt, reaching up to palm your tit. Your back arched onto his touch immediately, making your hips shift slightly and his fingers reach the perfect spot inside you.

“Fran” you whined, grasping his hair harder.

He just fucked his fingers harder into you, making you see stars and clench around them, By that point he knew you were close, just a couple more thrusts right to your gspot and you’d be gone. You felt your walls tightening as he started sucking harder on your clit, your muscles tensing and your legs trying to close around his head till he pushed you over the edge, making you cum around his fingers. Franco kept working you through your orgasm, his movements slowing till they came to a stop. You were biting a smile back as he kissed your thighs and your stomach, making his way up your body.

Your lips met again in an intense kiss, as you reached down to unbutton his jeans. He chuckled against your lips at your desperateness but helped you kick them off and knelt up for a second just to pull off his shirt. When he bent over your body again you flipped over him, straddling his legs as he looked up at you, surprised. You took his lips back to yours, kissing down his face to his neck as your hand reached down to rub his cock through his underwear. As small as the touch was it made him sigh, almost moan.

“Guess you missed me too” you teased before pulling him out of his underwear.

It was only a few pumps of your hand before raspy and shaky moans were making their way past his lips, “please” he whined.

You took a condom from your nightstand, making quick work of getting it on him. His lips were parted and his brows were just as expressive as always, furrowed together as you guided his cock between your lips, sliding yourself back and forth onto him just to tease. A struggling moan left his lips as his hands dropped to your hips, lifting you up so you could guide him inside. You lost all composure when he slipped into you, it felt like those couple of days without him had been so much more and like he was fucking you for the first time again.

His hands started guiding your hips slowly, letting you both get used to the feeling as you pulled him into another kiss. Your hands rested on his chest as you started moving faster, your hips now moving in circles, making your clit rub against his skin. He could feel your thighs flexing under his hands as you moved but what he couldn’t take his eyes off of was your face when you pulled away. Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, soft moans still escaping your throat, your eyes were screwed shut and your brows furrowed as you concentrated on making yourself feel good.

All it took for your high to wash over you was the gentle touch of his fingers to your clit and you were coming for him, clenching around his cock as your hips stilled on top of his. He waited a second before guiding you to move again. You knew he was close too, his body was giving you all the signs and his face was twisted in pleasure, just a little more and he would be there. You reached out for his face, making his eyes open after you kissed. Franco stared into your eyes for a second, eyes open as he came. He kissed your thumb that brushed his lip and spoke in a soft whisper “I’m in love with you”

You smiled, bending over to kiss him “I figured,” you said with a chuckle. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and pulled you down to kiss him, both breaking into smiles as your lips met, “and I’m in love with you too”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer till you were rolling on your sides, still connected and kissing. Franco only pulled out when you groaned into his mouth but he couldn’t bring himself to unwrap his arms around you.

“I bought ice cream, you know” he whispered after a while “do you think it’s melted yet?”

“I think you should go find out” you whispered back “you were the one that said I needed a reward for studying so hard.” he scoffed and nodded on your shoulder but when he tried to pull away you held him back “No, stay. I don’t mind melted ice cream, I actually like it better.”

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Jackie Taylor -- "Our Destiny" (Part 1)

Jackie Taylor x Male reader/oc

Summary: What happens when a plane crashes in the middle of the Canadian Wilderness full of teenagers? How something as traumatic as that can affect the people and and how they find comfort in each other.

Words: 6.190

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(For the reader I thought of Wolfgang Novogratz, but everyone can imagine reader how they want.)

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Your POV

I drop the pieces of firewood I've collected into the pile on the ground and sit down on the stump to rest for a bit. I've spent the last three hours walking between the woods and the cabin collecting firewood non-stop, and I need a break.

From my vantage point, I can see what some of the girls are doing and I sit there for a moment watching them. Things are a bit tense lately, some of the girls are acting a bit weird and especially Lottie.

After what happened at the Seance a few weeks ago, I've noticed that Lottie has been a bit quieter, more withdrawn and distracted, as if she were in her own world.

This worries me a lot, because I don't know if her behavior could be due to the lack of medication or something else. It's the first time since she was diagnosed that she has gone so long without taking her medication and I don't know what the consequences of this could be.

Taissa: Hey.- she greets me standing next to me. -I've been thinking about something and I want to know if you'd like to join me.- she tells me and I focus my gaze on her.

Y/n: Hey.- I greeted back looking at her with curiosity. -Should I be afraid of what you thought?- I asked her with a certain humor.

Taissa: Considering you're scared of bees... - she mocks me with a big smile.

Y/n: I'm not afraid of bees, I'm allergic to them, ALLERGIC and I could die if they sting me. - I reproach her with an offended grimace.

Taissa: Whatever.- she dismisses me with her hand and a smile. - I've been thinking and I realise we should get out of here in search of help or something to eat. It's possible that the animals are migrating or that there's someone out there.- she tells me and I look at her a bit skeptically.

Y/n: I don't know Tai, if there was someone they would have appeared a long time ago from the noise the plane made against the ground.- I comment somewhat unsure.

Taissa: But what if there is someone or a small town far away enough so that they didn't hear the accident? - she tells me with some confidence. - What if there is a small town or a cabin like this one a few days walk away with people who can help us? - she hypothesizes with a small smile.

Y/n: And if there isn't one? - I ask trying to be realistic, since even with her approach the radius that the noise of the accident would had reached, is very extensive.

Taissa: And if there isn't, maybe we can find animals or something to bring back to camp.- she insists with a confident gesture.

Y/n: I don't know Tai.- I deny getting up from the stump. -I can't just get up and leave Lottie here.- I sigh looking towards where the mentioned one is.

Taissa: Lottie is old enough for you to keep an eye on her.- she assures me, crossing her arms.

Y/n: Are you going to tell me that you haven't noticed a differece in her? - I ask her, focusing my attention back on her.

Taissa: Different? More like a little disturbed.- she comments and I look at her badly, making her throw her hands in the air. -Sorry, it was a joke.- she apologizes immediately. -But still, it's not your responsibility.- she assures me placing a hand on my shoulder.

Y/n: She's my twin sister, of course she's my responsibility.- I remind her with a grimace. -I can't just leave her here for I don't know how many days.- I deny letting out a tired sigh.

Taissa: But you're not leaving her because you want to, but because we're going to go find help or food for everyone. This way you're going to help her a lot more than being behind her all day and worrying about everything she does or says. - she assures me with a slight smile and letting her squeeze my shoulder.

Y/n: I'm not sure.- I murmur trying to think of what is the most appropriate thing to do.

Taissa: Give it a tought and tell me.- she tells me in a calm voice.

We both stand in silence for a few seconds, before a commotion comes from the front of the cabin and out of the woods appear Travis and Nat with a dead deer.

Van: Meat, Fuck Yeah! -she exclaims excitedly as she passes by us quickly.

We all immediately approached them, happy that they were able to hunt and that we could eat something other than belt soup.

Van: Wow, that thing is knarly.- she says when both hunters pass by her and she sees the deer's antlers.

Akilah: It's like Freddy Krueger and Bambi had a baby.- she comments with some disgust when they leave the deer on the ground.

Javi: I'm not eating that.-he immediately denies looking at the dead animal.

Ben: Guys, relax.- asks the trainer approaching the deer. -Deer shed their antlers every season. This is normal.- he explains calmly. -Shauna, do the honors?- he asks her, his breathing a little labored from the effort.

Shauna quickly takes the knife out of her backpack, approaches the deer and begins to open its stomach to empty it.

As soon as she opens its stomach, we can all see the worms moving through the deer's organs and I have to look away to avoid throwing up.

Jackie: That's normal too, Coach? - she asks with a disgusted gesture.

Lottie: I'm not crazy.-I hear her mutter in front of me on her knees on the floor.

Laura Lee: No.-she denies in a whisper. -You have a gift.-she assures me and I open my eyes scared at her answer.

Taissa: We cannot keep fucking doing this, you guys.- she assures moving to the side. -What happens when winter gets here? We fucking starve to death or freeze?- she says, upset by the situation. -We can't count on getting rescued anymore. All of us know that is not going to happen, we have to save us.- she says confidently. -That's why I'm gonna go find help. I'm leaving in the morning, come with me if you want to get out of this fucking hellhole. - says as she walks safely into the cabin.

I just stay silent for a few moments, before sighing and walking towards the lake to be alone for a while.

I need to think about what I have to do and it will be impossible to do so near the abaña and the girls. So I walk calmly through the forest, thinking about the pros and cons of going with Taissa or staying with the rest.

Once at the lake, I sit on the shore on the stones and watch the slight movement of the water.

I don't know how long I spend staring at the water, until I hear footsteps behind me and when I look over my shoulder I see Jackie holding a bucket.

Jackie: Hey.- she greets me tiredly, walking towards the shore and filling the bucket with water.

Y/n: Hey.- I greet back watching as she puts the bucket aside and sits next to me. -Do you think Taissa's idea is crazy?- I ask her after a few seconds of silence.

Jackie: I don't know.- she answers with a sigh. -What I do know is that in a certain way she's right and that scares me.- she tells me in a low voice.

Y/n: Is the great captain Jackie Taylor afraid of something? - I asked with humor and receiving a slap on the arm from her.

Jackie: Idiot.- she insults me while laughing and I look at her with a proud smile for making her laugh.

Since the accident, I have noticed that Jackie is the one who is having the most difficulty adapting to the situation and that her mood is increasingly sad.

She is the one who has always been sure that they would come to rescue us and I have realized that with each passing day, that hope of being rescued is disappearing more and more from her eyes.

Y/n: Now seriously, you're afraid that they won't rescue us, right? - I ask her softly.

Jackie: It's been months and still no one has shown up.- she answers me with some apprehension in her voice.

Y/n: That doesn't mean they aren't looking for us.- I tell her to try to cheer her up a little.

Jackie: No, but it doesn't mean they'll find us either.- she whispers, placing her knees against her chest and her chin on them. -We both know that with each day that passes without them finding us, the probability that they'll stop looking for us and leave us for dead increases.- she explains to me with some fear and sadness in her voice.

I sigh with some sadness at her words, because in a way she is right and I don't want to think about it.

I approach the soccer captain, standing just a few inches away from her body and placing my hand on her lower back and moving it in circles to try to comfort her.

She leans into me and places her head on my shoulder relaxing her body against mine.

Y/n: They will find us, I promise.- I whisper against her head, resting my forehead on it. -But I need you to promise me something.- I ask her, swallowing hard.

Jackie: What? - she whispers, getting closer to my body and hugging me around my waist.

Y/n: Promise me that you will take care of Lottie when I'm not here.- I ask her with some fear that the madness I'm doing is permanent.

Jackie: What are you talking about? - she asks me, separating from me and looking at me with concern.

Y/n: I'm going to go with Tai.- I answer and she immediately shakes her head.

Jackie: You can't go, you can't, not you.- she tells me with some panic.

Y/n: I have to do it.- I assure her, looking her in the eyes. -I have to try, Lottie is not well and we can't continue like this much longer. The least I can do is try and seek help.- I explain to her with apprehension about the situation.

Jackie: But what if it doesn't work out? If some wild animal appears, or you guys get lost and can't get back, or any of the thousands of other things that could happen? - she asks me worriedly, waving her hands in an exaggerated manner.

Y/n: Nothing is going to happen.- I assure her, grabbing her hands and trying to calm her down. -The worst that could happen is that we don't find anything and we have to come back empty handed.- I explain to convince her.

Jackie: But what if...- she continues with the possibilities but I interrupt her before she can say anything else.

Y/n: Nothing is going to happen.- I tell her confidently and without taking my gaze off hers.

Jackie: Nothing is going to happen.- she repeats, nodding her head and looking me straight in the eyes.

We stay a few more moments looking into each other's eyes, before she puts her head back on my shoulder and hugs me tightly around the waist.

I put my arms around her shoulders, resting my head on hers and letting the sound of the lake be the only thing that can be heard.

Jackie's POV

It's been two and a half days since Akilah, Van, Taissa, Misty, Y/n and Mari went out in search of something.

As I promised Y/n, I've been keeping an eye on Lottie and talking to her at least a couple of times a day, to see how she's doing.

I try to ask her simple questions, so she doesn't feel like I'm interrogating her and get defensive.

But at most ,she will lose focus during the conversation and stare off into the distance for a few moments before continuing with the conversation like nothing. Which is not entirely worrying.

Plus, she and Laura Lee spend all day together, so it gives me some peace of mind that at least she's not out in the woods alone.

On the other hand, I have discovered that my best friend, the person in whom I had complete trust, has lied to me and betrayed me in the worst possible way.

Our entire friendship based on sincerity and trust has been a farce.

I knew something wasn't right the moment she told me her story with Randy and how she got pregnant.

If what she told me about losing her virginity at Mari's birthday party were to be true, she would have told me as soon as it happened. But she didn't and the biggest lie is that Jeff and I took drunk Randy home that night.

So it couldn't have been after we left and it couldn't have been before either, since Shauna was with me, Jeff and some of her friends all night.

But I didn't know that the reason for her lie and the person she actually slept with was my boyfriend.

My best friend has betrayed me in the worst way possible and has slept with my boyfriend. Also, in her diary are written all the times they did it and it wasn't just once, it was several times.

I don't know how she could do this to me, sleep with my own boyfriend and then get pregnant by him. How could she do this to me. How can she look at me in the eyes and lie in my face with no trace of guilt.

I don't even know how to look at her face without imagining them together, without feeling betrayed and imagining everything else she could have lied to me about.

I quickly get up from my chair when I see Misty, Mari and Akilah appearing through the forest, almost out of breath.

Jackie: Oh, my god. What happened?- I ask them, walking quickly and holding Misty before she fell to the ground.

Shauna: Where are Van, Tai and Y/n? -she asks, also getting up from her chair.

Misty: She...she told...she told us to leave them. We had to get help.-she tells us as best she can between breaths and Nat and Shauna grab her.

Lottie: Where is Y/n?-she asks Mari with a certain panic in her voice.

Laura Lee: Show us which way to go.- she asks her, grabbing her by the shoulders and staring at her.

Misty points to the path they came from and we all quickly set off.

We run quickly, following the instructions and directions given to us by Misty, who is at the head of everyone.

After running for a while, the darkness begins to hide everything around us and we decide that the best thing to do is to walk. So, lighting some lanterns, we walk quickly, looking everywhere.

Shauna: Van! - she shouts from in front of me.

Laura Lee: Taissa!- she shouts loudly from the front of the group.

Lottie: Y/n!- she shouts from behind me with obvious concern.

Laura Lee: Are you sure you came this way? -she asks the one leading us through the darkness.

Misty: I.. I don't know. I can't see anything.- she answers with uncertainty in her voice. -It's so dark.-she says looking around.

We stopped for a few seconds to catch our breath and looked around for something to guide us. It was then that we heard a noise and saw one of the flares rising between the trees.

Laura Lee: It's them.-she points with her finger and we quickly start running in that direction.

We run for a couple of minutes between the trees, immediately spotting the three of them on their knees on the ground and looking very bad.

Lottie: Y/n!- she exclaims, running towards her brother and kneeling next to him on the ground.

When we get closer we can see why the urgency, as Van has her face covered with rags and we can see the blood on her clothes. As can the pale color on Taissa and Y/n's faces.

We set off immediately, with most of the girls carrying Van, Misty and Laura Lee helping Tai, and Lotti and I carrying her brother.

As I help him up from the floor, I place a hand on his side and feel something cold and wet against my palm.

I raise my hand to my face, feeling my heart racing in my ears and my throat feeling dry as I swallow. I open my eyes, startled, when I make out the reddish color of blood in the light from the lanterns.

Jackie: Y/n.- I murmur scared seeing the boy's pale and sweaty face.

Misty: We have to get them there as soon as possible so we can stitch up their wounds.- she says hurriedly, encouraging us to walk as quickly as possible to the cabin.

So as quickly as possible, we managed to get to the cabin in record time and the girls got going.

Misty: Who goes first? - she asks as they clear the table, place candles around it, and Akilah searches for the materials.

Y/n: Van has to go first.- he answers in a low voice. -She is worse than me, I can hold on.- he assures the group with a small grimace.

Shauna: Van, are you ready? - she asks as they lay her down on the candlelit table.

The redhead lets out a grunt of pain, as Lottie and I place Y/n into one of the chairs.

Misty: We have to take off his clothes from the waist up. - She approaches us and reaches out her hands to do it.

Jackie: No.- I stop her immediately. -Lottie and I will do it.- I assure her, standing in front of her so she doesn't come any closer.

Misty: With the shirt you will have to press the wound to stop it from bleeding further.- she explains to me and I nod knowing what I have to do.

I turn towards the injured boy, approaching with uncertain steps and observing him in more detail thanks to the light from the cabin.

The black haired man, his green eyes are half-closed due to tiredness, has lost all the color in his face, you can see the sweat soaking his face and the locks of hair that are normally pushed back are stuck to his forehead.

On the other hand, the blue t-shirt and the grey sweatshirt are covered in dirt and blood, as are his jeans.

I quickly approach him, aware that he is not in a very good condition and that every minute is worth gold.

Lottie: You're going to be okay.- she whispers, stroking his hair. -Nothing's going to happen to you, It won't let anything happen to you.- she assures him with conviction and I look at her a little scared by the tone in which she is saying it.

Jackie: Lottie, help me take off his clothes.- I ask my teammate in a hurry.

Y/n: Damm Jackie, I knew you had the hots for me. - he scoffs with sense of humor, letting out a grunt when we move him to take off his sweatshirt.

Jackie: In your dreams.- I tell him with a slight smile, to try to ease the tension and play along.

When we managed to remove his shirt, you can see the wound on his side and it doesn't look good at all.

You can see the wolf's teeth and the cuts they left behind. There are at least five long cuts and about seven fairly large perforations on the side of his stomach and back.

You can see the blood gushing from the wounds and I have to hold back my gagging at the image.

Jackie: This is going to hurt.- I whispered softly, before placing his shirt over the wounds and pressing with both hands to stop the bleeding.

Y/n: Fuck.- he grunts in pain trying to get away from my hands.

Jackie: Lottie hold him.- I ask her, making her grab him by the shoulders and hold him still.

I press my hands against the wounds again and this time thanks to Lottie, Y/n doesn't get away from my hands no matter how hard he tries.

But Lottie's strength is affected when Akilah starts stitching Van up and she starts to let out pain-filled grunts.

The brunette immediately sits on the floor, placing her knees against her chest and covering her ears with the palms of her hands.

Y/n: Lot, don't listen.- he growls trying to get his sister's attention. -Lot, look at me.- he stretches his hands towards her with great effort. -Charlotte Matthews look at me right now.- he orders her and she surprisingly does it. -Come closer.- he asks her with a sigh.

Lottie walks over to her brother and he immediately pulls her close to his body. As I apply pressure to his wound, I can hear him whispering things to his sister to reassure her and distract her from what's happening on the other side of the room.

But after a few moments, I stop hearing the whispers from Y/n and I look at his closed eyes.

Jackie: Shit! - I exclaimed scared, stopping pressing on the wound and grabbing his cheeks. -Y/n, wake up. Keep your eyes open, wake up! - I exclaimed hitting him on the cheek trying to get him to react but nothing.

Lottie: Y/n.- she whispers, separating herself from her brother's thigh and looking at him scared. -It's not your turn.- she murmurs confused, placing her hand on her brother's bare chest.

Jackie: Girls hurry up, Y/n has lost consciousness! - I shout for them to hear me, without stopping hitting the boy's cheeks and trying to wake him up.

Natalie: Don't fuck with me.- she growls when she reaches us and takes his pulse. -Does anyone else know how to sew?- she asks the girls with some panic.

Misty: Me! - she exclaims quickly raising her hand.

I look at Nat, a little unsure and worried that Misty will stitch up Y/n's wound and I can see that she feels the same as me.

Natalie: We have no choice.- she murmurs, looking at me with apprehension. -Misty, grab a needle and thread quickly. We'll put him on the floor.- she says, grabbing him by one of his arms.

I do the same and with Lottie's help we get him on the ground as quickly as possible.

Misty: I have everything.- she tells us, throwing herself on her knees beside us. -I need more light.- she tells us while she begins to put the thread on the curved needle for fishing.

Nat: I'm going to get more candles.- she says getting up and I do the same with her.

We both grab some candles and run back to where Y/n, Lottie and Misty are. We place the candles on the ground near the wound, lighting them so Misty can see what she's stitching.

I swallow hard, feeling my hands shake from fear and worry that Y/n will die.

I move to the other side of Misty, kneeling at his hip and grabbing his hand. I bring the hand to my chest, praying that Misty will stitch him up quickly so that the bleeding stops and he can survive.

Your POV

I pull the chair over next to Jackie's and sit down a bit carefully, trying not to let the stitches pull too hard. But I can't help but let out a little grunt as I lean forward and take my share of the bear meat.

Jackie: Are you okay? - she asks me in a whisper, placing her hand on my thigh and leaving a light squeeze there.

Y/n: Yeah, I just moved too fast.- I play it down with a smile and she returns it.

She also leans forward and receives her plate with her ration from the redhead, while the others talk about whether we should wait for Nat and Travis or not.

Van: Lottie, last night you said we wouldn't be hungry much longer. How did you know? -she asks my sister and I feel my body tense immediately.

Everything that happened last night was absolutely crazy and I don't know what the hell went through their heads to make them act the way they did.

Because the mushroom excuse doesn't work for me, since we're all supposed to have eaten them and not all of us tried to sacrifice Travis. Especially not with the way my own sister, Shauna, and Mari jumped on me when I came down from the attic with Jackie, before Travis showed up completely out of it and they jumped on him immediately.

Lottie: I just did.-she answers, chewing what she has in her mouth.

Y/n: She didn't know anything, it was pure coincidence, okay? - I say seriously and avoiding looking at my sister at all costs.

Jackie: Yeah, it's called getting lucky.- she supports me, giving my thigh another squeeze. - The bear probably just smelled us and came looking for food, okay? Probably had something wrong with him. - she says in a logical way to take a bite of her meat.

Misty: It didn't look sick.-she denies sitting to my right.

Mari: Honestly, at this point I don't even think I care.- she says sitting at the table. -Can we just eat?- she asks, wanting to leave the subject aside.

Van: Wait.- she asks, drawing everyone's attention. -Should we maybe... say something? Like... like thanks or grace or.. whatever- she asks, somewhat unsure.

The dining room falls completely silent for a few moments, during which no one knows what to say or how to act in response to the question.

Taissa: Yeah.-she nods, leaving her glass on the table. -Just make it quick.-she asks her girlfriend and I can't help the frustrated grunt that escapes me.

Van: Lot?- she asks my sister and I can only roll my eyes and continue eating.

Lottie: Sure, let's join our hands.-she says leaving her ration aside and shaking hands with the trainer and Shauna.

From my peripheral vision, I see a hand approaching from my right, so I look up from my plate and see Misty holding out her hand to me.

I just stare at her for a few seconds, alternating my gaze between her eyes and her hand, before shaking my head and turning my head towards Jackie, seeing that she thinks the same as me.

Lottie: For this gift from the wilderness, we give our thanks.-she begins to say and my right knee begins to bounce from the tension.

Van: Thank you.- she says to my sister's words, urging her to continue.

Lottie: To the spirit of the bear, who sacrificed so that we could survive, we give our thanks.-she says and they all give thanks. -And to the ancient gods of the sky and the dirt, we give our thanks.-it continues and everyone thanks again.

Misty: You two didn't say it.-she whispers looking at the girl to my left and me. -Jackie and Y/n didn't say it.- she accuses us loudly so that everyone present knows.

Y/n: The fuck is your problem?-I asked the curly-haired blonde with a murderous look.

Jackie: No, I didn't thank the dirt for bringing us a brain-dead bear. What is even happening right now? -she asks, impressed by the group's attitude. -The fuck is wrong with you all?- she asks the girls, leaning forward.

Taissa: It's fine, you guys. They don't have to... -she comes to our defense but the team captain interrupts her.

Jackie: Oh, shut up Tai.- she scoffs at her. -Don't pretend like you weren't a part of it. What, we're... we're just not going to talk about it? - she asks everyone present. -We just howl at the moon now and have fucking orgies or support incest?- she says and I tense up even more at the last thing she said. -And somehow we are the ones who did something wrong? -She shrugs her shoulders, angry at the whole situation.

Ben: Whoa, wait, what?- he asks completely surprised by what he just heard.

Shauna: Jackie, calm down.-she asks her best friend, but I can see that this only makes her angrier.

Jackie: Don't tell me to calm down!-she exclaims angrily, getting up from her chair. - What were you gonna do to Travis last night, Sahuna? - she asks, approaching her and crossing her arms. -Answer me.-she asks after a few seconds of silence.

Shauna: I don't know. I don't remember. -she answers with some uncertainty, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Jackie: Bullshit.-she reproaches, not believing what she has just heard. -You had a knife to his throat. If we hadn't come, you would have killed him.- she accuses her with total honesty.

Shauna: Just shut up!-she exclaims angrily, getting up from her seat. -None of this would have happened if it wasn't for you. If you hadn't...-she accuses quickly, approaching her without finishing the sentence.

Jackie: Hadn't what? Huh?-she asks without reacting to his proximity. -Stolen him? Wow. The irony.- she scoffs again. -Shauna was fucking Jeff behind my back, you know that?- she asks and I open my eyes in surprise. -Yeah. That's who's really responsible for her little bundle of joy.-she tells everyone present and I stare at her, worried about her.

Shauna: It was you.-she accuses her with a certain hurt tone. -You read my journal.-she explains without taking her eyes off the one who was her best friend.

Jackie: How could you? - she accuses her with pain in her voice. -You were my best friend. You.. you.. you don't even like him.-she says in a hurt face.

Shauna : And how would you know? - she asks her angrily with a broken voice. -You're so obsessed with yourself, I'm surprised I'm aware other people even exist.-she reproaches this time with some malice.

Y/n: Girls, I think it's best to stop now.- I say, getting up and leaving the empty plate aside.

Shauna: You know you never even asked me if I wanted to go to Rutgers? You just assumed I would go wherever you wanted.-She reproaches her with more and more annoyance in her voice. -You tell me what to wear, what to do, who to hook up with. I don't even like soccer!-shouts the last part. -But you just get everything you want. All the time like it's nothing. And the rest of us, we are just extras in the movie of your fucking life.- she accuses her angrily and with some pain in her tone.

Jackie: Oh, my God. You are such a cliché.- she exclaims, hurt and upset by what she just said. -Oh, is the.. is the sad little sidekick mad?- she asks with a certain sarcasm. -Did I force you to live in my shadow, Shauna? It must be hard being this jealous all the time.-she says, earning a short laugh in response.

Y/n: Girls, seriously, stop.- I ask them taking a couple of steps towards them, but a hand on my sweatshirt stops me. -What are you doing?- I ask Van confused and she shakes her head.

Jackie: What? You're so fucking jealous of me, you can barely breathe.-she reproaches Shipman, hurt and angry with her.

Shauna: Are you quoting Beaches at me right now? - she asks with a gesture of confusion.

Jackie: What? No.-she denies, confused by the question.

Shauna: I'm not jealous of you, Jackie. I fell sorry for you. Because you're weak and I think that deep down, you know it. - she says taking a few steps towards her. -I'm sure everyone back home is so fucking sad to be losing their perfect little princess, but they will never know how tragic and boring and insecure you really are.- she continues without measuring her words. -Or how high school was the best your life was ever going to get.-she finishes saying in a somewhat aggressive way and I can see the damage those words are doing to Jax.

Jackie: Fuck you.-she says with a slightly broken voice. -That's it. You know what? That's it. Get.. get out.-she orders pointing to the cabin door.

Y/n: Jax, stop.-I ask her, trying to get closer, but the redhead keeps holding me by the clothes and preventing me from doing so.

Jackie: Go on, get out.-she repeats with a little more force.

Shauna: No.- she shakes her head, her eyes wide.

Jackie: I can't be around you, I... I can't even fucking look at you right now.- She says completely hurt.

Shauna: Well, that sounds like your problem. So maybe you should leave.-she ignores the order and stands in her place while maintaining eye contact.

Everyone remains completely silent for a few seconds, processing the words of the two friends and the situation that is happening at this moment.

Mari: Maybe you would be better off, since we're all so crazy.-she reproaches the captain, supporting Shauna.

Ben: Okay, everybody just stop. Nobody is going outside.-he orders us all seriously.

Lottie: Stay out of it, Coach.-she tells him with a murderous look.

Y/n: No, you stay out of it. You already did enough last night.-I say to my twin, giving her a dirty look, angry and fed up with her attitude.

Jackie: You know what? Fine.-she says walking towards the sleeping things and grabbing her blanket and pillow.

Taissa: Jackie, come on. Don't go outside.-she asks her friend, somewhat tired.

Jackie: Don't pretend like this isn't what you wanted the entire fucking time.- she responds with obvious anger.

Y/n: Don't be silly, Jax.- I ask her, releasing myself from Van's grip and walking towards her. -The temperatures are dropping and sleeping outside is dangerous.- I assure her, worried about her.

Jackie: I don't care, I'm not going to be where I'm not wanted and clearly this isn't it.- she denies looking me in the eyes. -I don't even know who you are anymore.-she says to the one who was her best friend.

Shauna: Or maybe you never did.-she assures her and that is all she needs to leave the cabin and slam the door.

The room is tensely silent for a few moments, until I hear a murmur and explode.

Y/n: What the hell is wrong with you two? - I ask completely angry. - We are all here together, for better and for worse, and no one has more right than anyone to be in the cabin. - I comment looking at the pregnant girl. - And let me tell you that as a friend, you leave a lot to desire. Not only have you betrayed your best friend, but you have dumped all your frustration on her and used her insecurities against her to hurt her. What kind of best friend does that? - I ask her completely impressed by her evilness.

Shauna: You don't know anything.- she claims, directing her anger towards me.

Y/n: And I don't need to know.- I deny between my teeth. -With what I just saw, it seems more than enough to know what kind of person you are and believe me, you are not the type I want by my side in a situation like the one we are in.- I finish looking at her with repulsion, before grabbing two blankets and a pillow to leave the cabin.

Lottie: You can't go out.- she forbids me, standing in front of the door so I can't open it.

Y/n: Charlotte, get out of the way right now.- I ordered her, annoyed by her attitude.

Lottie: No.- she denies strongly and crosses her arms.

Y/n: You move or I move you. But I'm not staying here with you two. - I assure her, looking at her with my eyes half closed.

Lottie: No.- she repeats in a slower manner, but with the same authoritative tone of voice.

Y/n: You asked for it.- I remind her grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to the side, trying not to use too much force to hurt her, but enough to move her.

Once I push her away from the door, I open it and walk outside, slamming the door behind me.

At the sound of the door, Jackie turns her head towards me at the noise and frowns when she sees me.

I just walk towards her, dropping the things in my arms to the ground and sitting on the wooden log carefully.

Jackie: What are you doing? - she asks me in a low and broken voice without taking her eyes off me.

Y/n: Keeping you company.- I answer shrugging my shoulders. -You're crazy if you think I'm going to leave you here alone and stay in there with them.- I explain looking at her as if she were crazy, causing a small laugh from her at my gesture.

Jackie: Thank you.- she whispers looking at her hands.

Y/n: You don't have to thank me for anything.- I assure her with an amused grimace.

I put one of my arms over her shoulders, pulling her close to my body. I place a kiss on her forehead, feeling her snuggle up against my chest and hug my waist tightly, but careful of my wounds.

She looks up at me, placing a hand on the back on my neck and pulling at It to join our lips in a soft kiss. When she pulls away, her eyes shine full off life ande a small smile appears in her face.

We just sit together outside watching the sun disappear and observing the flames of the fire move in the darkness of the forest night.

#jackie taylor x reader #ella purnell x reader #jackie taylor #ella purnell #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #yellowjackets fanfic #natalie scatorccio #shauna shipman #misty quigley #taissa turner #van palmer #akilah #jackieshauna #oc character #jackie taylor x you

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deadhands69 · 3 days ago

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A New End: Reassurance

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Spoilers: Shie Hassaikai Raid (some divergence from canon) This series contains: gn/afab reader, angst, canon typical violence, cussing, eventual smut

previous - this is part 4

[series masterlist]

|\/\/\| reassurance |/\/\/|

Hours.

It's been hours since you sat in this dingy open dining/living room which is now serving as a meeting space and there's no end in sight. The peeling finish on the table chips off easily under your fingernails as you try to maintain any ability to pay attention. It’s hard when you’re all so tired. You especially.

Between grief, bad sleeping conditions, and constant overwhelming dreams you haven’t had much rest lately. The wind blowing through the cracks between the boarded up window pane whistled into your ear all night. When you finally did fall asleep, your dreams were nauseatingly realistic. A little girl with big red eyes and long grey hair has haunted your dreams. Much like the plague doctor from before, but a lot cuter and less malevolent. She looks remarkably familiar too. You made a mental note to ask Shigaraki if he has a little sister, but there hasn’t been a right time to ask yet.

“Who else has something?” Shigaraki asks but no one answers. You've all given your ideas on how to handle the Shie Hassaikai situation but it's no use: none of your plans are perfect. They can't be, you have almost no information to go on without someone contacting them for more. Even then, they might be lying.

You glance back at Shigaraki’s face. The exhaustion has settled itself deeply into all of his features. He looks frustrated too, but there's something else under it. In the months you've spent with the league, you've never seen him quite like this. His posture is always bad, but today he's practically melting into the chair. Eyes downcast, barely looking up for anything. It's like a tiny streak of hopelessness cracked through him when his sensei was defeated and only grew with the following events.

Magne’s death. Compresses arm. The fact that this week you've switched from sleeping in a cold damp warehouse to an abandoned house on the border of the industrial area, which is also cold and damp all the time. Shigaraki isn't oblivious to the toll this puts on you all, both physically and mentally.

He carries the guilt of all of it while still needing to make the final call on bigger decisions.

Some days it hits harder than others, today happens to be one of those days. This didn't need to be a meeting-worthy topic, but he made it that way in what you can only assume is stress about making the wrong choice again.

Through it all, he still has the same weird charm you've gotten to know by now. You just wish you could do something to help.

His face falls at the lack of response. One of his hands scratches the side of his face while the other fidgets in his lap. Everything in you wants to touch him, hold him, tell him it's okay but when your hand reaches towards his wrist under the table you stop short. Fingers shaking, you will yourself to make contact. Give him a reassuring squeeze. Anything, really.

His skin is so close to yours that you can feel the warmth of him but you can't bring yourself to make the move. Your quirk doesn't even activate; even future vision knows you don't have it in you.

“Let's just take a break and come back to it,” he grumbles. There's a collective groan, you've taken a few breaks today and everyone wants to just be done with it already. There can't possibly be any more reasonable ideas than what you've already gone over. None that any of you would suggest, at least.

The others stand to leave and Shigaraki shuffles out to the hallway behind them. You stand slowly, pulling your hand from where it's been frozen under the table.

‘I-” he mumbles under his breath, gesturing you into the hall. “I need your help.”

Quietly, he explains his plan to you. It’s basically the same plan everyone else had but with him actually going to their headquarters which felt like too big of an ask for anyone but him to bring it up.

Even if he’s only coming to you in desperation after countless mistakes that could have prevented if he listened earlier, some part of you is giddy that he's finally directly including you in the planning process. You try your best to suppress the feeling so you can pay attention but it's difficult. In the end, your quirk kicks in. Visions of him coming home complaining surround you. He looks so grouchy that it's almost funny. You stifle a laugh to answer him.

“Yeah, that should be okay. We don't know what they have planned so we can't make any promises yet, but you'll at least be safe to meet with him. We can't make any decisions until then.” You leave out the part where he comes back unhappy, you'd rather not live through it twice.

Shigaraki nods slightly in acknowledgement then turns away without saying a word, which you're used to by now.

“Hey, Mimic? It's Shigaraki,” he projects louder into the phone. You hear his voice trail off as he walks down the hall, “we're willing to side with you depending on the conditions…”

A week passes and he's gone to meet them at their headquarters. The others are on edge, but you feel fine about it. So far, he hasn't strayed from whatever he was going to do since your last premonition so you know he'll return safely.

At least, you’re pretty sure.

Out of everyone in the group, your visions of Shigaraki have become a pretty consistent occurrence. Even your quirk couldn’t have called your less than sociable boss being the person you become closest with, but you can’t help it. Especially not after he basically told you he wishes he could have a different life with you. Although, you’re still not sure if you’re interpreting that correctly - he could just mean it in a platonic sense. In any case, one sentence seems to have given the part of your brain that likes to stare at him when he’s not looking and gets butterflies when he so much as acknowledges you enough validation to keep it up.

The heater kicks in for the first time today, you curl up near the vent with Toga to make the most of it before any warmth escapes through the broken windows. At least this hideout has electricity, even if you do have to conserve it to not draw attention.

The two of you joke about the place, talking about the dated furniture and curtains. Coming up with ideas to make it more ridiculous or sometimes just habitable, depending on the day. Once you even followed through and tried to move some of the construction debris from the room, but when the looming threat of tetanus became too realistic, you stopped. In any case, talking about it is a fun escape from the life you’re living.

Shigaraki’s footsteps pound up the stairs until he’s at the door. You hear him struggle to get the jammed handle to work for a moment before jumping up and helping so he doesn’t decay it.

As expected, he's in a mood.

“Why didn't you warn me about that?” he groans, passing you at the door and moving into the kitchen. It's a small space so it only takes you a few steps to follow him.

“It doesn't work that way,” you say, while he fills a cracked glass with water. “How would I have known what happens if you don't tell me things? I just saw that you made it home in one piece.” Sure you could have told him more, but you didn't know what the future would turn to if he knew and getting him back safely seems like the best scenario you have.

“So, what happened?” you pry a bit further.

“I don't want to talk about it now,” he mutters, refilling the water glass.

“That's fine. I won't make you. But, if you want to know more next time, you'll have to communicate better than that.”

He makes a weird face and leaves, but the information seems to sink in. Over the next week, he’s much more open with you. Not only about league plans, like when he asked you to okay sending Toga and Twice to the Yakuza for a bit, but random life occurrences as well. It’s like he isn’t sure where the line between relevant and not is so he’s overcompensating. You don’t mind though, it gives you an excuse to talk to him more often.

Shigaraki stands at the counter, staring at the coffee maker. Every few minutes, he gives it a bump as if that will speed the process somehow. It’s an otherwise quiet morning, with Toga and Twice being away, Dabi off recruiting somewhere, and Kurogiri on a mission of his own.

“Is it supposed to take this long?” he asks. Because you knew where the filter, water, and coffee grounds go he now assumes you are the resident expert in the subject.

“Yeah, that’s how long it always takes.”

“Oh,” he replies shortly before taking a seat in one of the rickety chairs next to you.

“I think I’m going to shower today,” he says definitively. It takes a surprising amount of self-restraint to not ask if he needs help with that. You know you could play it off as a joke when he says no but knowing him, he’d take it as an insult and assume you don’t think he can bathe on his own.

“...is that okay?” he asks, making you realize he’s doing the oversharing-to-see-if- it-triggers-your-quirk thing again.

“Yeah,” you nearly laugh, “it should be fine. No one will have any issues with you showering.” For a moment, you let your mind slip back to the thought of it. Being in a cramped space with him, the way the water would trickle down his neck to places you’ve never seen. The water pressure here is shit and the hot water heater only provides a good ten minutes of warmth if you’re lucky, but the thought still amuses you.

He eyes you suspiciously, searching for whatever he knows you aren’t saying. You’ve never been so glad his quirk isn't mind reading.

Later that day, Toga texts to let you know that the heroes have arrived on some sort of mission at the Shie Hassaiki headquarters. There are a lot of them, she says, but that should work out in their favor. Their current plans are to ride the wave of chaos and see what they can make it out with. No warning signals go off for you so you text her to go for it and you’ll keep in touch.

Of course, this is the moment Shigaraki chose to take a shower so you yell the gist of it through the door at him. He gets frustrated at the muffled sounds, poking his still sudsy (and very annoyed) head out the door and having you give him the rest of the details before disappearing again. The sound of the shower resumes and you head back to your makeshift bedroom space.

Settling onto your sleeping mat, you sit back to enjoy the faint display of premonitions from the constant changes in direction and plans Toga and Twice are going through. It’s almost like watching a movie. Then you see her, but only for a flash. The little girl from your dream walking up the stairs and into the hideout.

Wait, go back! Your hands smash into the keyboard as fast as you can type.

The girl was there. Wherever you were about to go.

There’s no response, but you know they saw your message because soon enough she’s back in your vision again, this time more opaque.

It’s radio silence on their end for a while, without any change in the future. Waiting like this has always been stressful but now, at least people listen to you. You just have to trust that they’ll keep on the same track and make it out. A little while later, the texts come flooding in.

We have the little girl and Chisaki is in custody

They’re preparing him to be moved soon

Success!

It was a disaster!

Twice clearly got ahold of Toga’s phone, but you're glad for the update. You jump up to relay the message to the others who are waiting for the next steps.

Upon entering the living room, you find Shigaraki making Compress, Spinner, and Dabi compete in a Mariocart Tournament to see who’s driving later. A few days ago, they’d stolen the keys to a truck from one of the nearby warehouses for the occasion. You’re not sure how Mariocart makes someone qualified to drive but that doesn’t seem to matter to the rest of them. Given that Dabi seems more interested in the ceiling tiles and Compress has managed to get Princess Peach stuck in every corner in the course, it's pretty easy to guess who is going to win.

You offer to drive, having an actual driver’s license, but Shigaraki declines, stating that your quirk won't fit this mission if anything goes wrong. Of course you fight him on that, knowing that your quirk is a better fit for being on the front lines than he gives you credit for but he won't budge.

So, you stay.

“Don't pout,” he growls, laying with his feet over the armrest of a recliner across the room from you. “Your quirk is too important for me to put you in unnecessary danger. We can handle it.”

“What, and ours aren't?” Dabi glares at him from the floor in front of the couch. He's still not paying attention to the game.

“It's different. Your quirk is important for lighting cops on fire.”

Dabi's mouth has been cracked from the moment he dropped the question, ready to fire off an insult. He seems sufficiently happy with the response though so he drops it. As expected, Spinner pulls Waluigi across the finish line and wins by a long shot.

“Time to go,” says Shigaraki, ushering everyone out of the room, “Toga will call with an update and we can intercept Chisaki there.” Spinner looks on the fence about the whole idea but Dabi and Compress are excited, both immediately jumping into the truck.

Shigaraki hangs back for a moment, looking questioningly in your direction. The way his eyes meet yours send flutters through your body. He can sense there’s something he’s supposed to do here, some missing interaction with you before he leaves.

“It’ll be fine,” you reassure him, “this will work.” Without noticing, your hands found their way around his wrists. He glances down at the touch, but doesn’t move to pull away. You feel his pulse quicken against the pads of your fingers, as he looks up back up at your face.

“Come on, we’ve gotta go!” yells Spinner from the driver’s seat.

“I-” he hesitates, “I’ll keep you updated.” He slips out of your grasp, climbing up to the roof of the truck as Spinner lurches down the street and out of sight.

The group texts you with updates here and there, mostly Shigaraki.

getting close

we see the truck

going in

And, finally, it’s done.

You breathe a massive sigh of relief when they’ve picked up Twice, Toga, and the little girl who you now know as Eri and are on their way back. Everything went to plan, for the most part, without anyone making any catastrophic changes. Dropping onto the outdated couch, you let yourself sink into the cushions. Closing your eyes to rest.

Within the hour, everyone is piling in through the front door and celebrating. You’re not sure where the food and drinks came from but you’re almost certain Compress had something to do with it. You join them, happy to eat real food and feed off the excitement of the room. Eri is settled into the same bedroom space as Toga, she seems relieved to be here which makes you a little sad. Twice made her a bed and other basic necessities but it’s still a boarded up, musty old house with a bunch of strangers. Compress and Dabi are taking shots together and laughing about something that happened earlier. You talked to Spinner for a while before Eri came in, now he’s teaching her to play Animal Crossing on his switch. It's cute. Shigaraki is nowhere to be seen, you hope he isn’t avoiding you after earlier.

As if you’d summoned him with your thoughts alone, he texts you.

meet me at the building two doors down

you know the one

Curiously, you grab your jacket and slip out the door. No one notices, they’re all too busy cheering on Eri as she catches her first fish.

The late-September air hits your face, feeling almost refreshing. It’s been over a week since you’ve had a chance to explore the surrounding buildings, most of your free time has been eaten up by league planning. It’ll be nice to get out for a bit, even if your heart is nearly pounding out of your chest at the thought of whatever you’re walking into. You really hope this is a fun lets-get-out-of-the-house type evening and not a don’t-ever-touch-me-again conversation but it’s been a long day already and your quirk is down to a mere flicker.

Passing through the door and down a corridor you found last week, you see Shigaraki’s dusty blue hair glow in the moonlight. He’s standing near a wall in what used to be the main room of the old warehouse, surrounded by broken concrete and bent rebar from the collapsed roof. With only the full moon to illuminate the space, you tiptoe through the path the two of you previously forged until you’re standing right in front of him. The light hits his features softly. For the first time in a long time, he doesn’t look upset.

“I thought this would be a better celebration,” he says, fingernails digging into his neck. Stepping forward, you pull his hand away. Your grip on his wrist lingers. Even in the dim lighting, you can see his cheeks turning pink. His eyes meet yours before his gaze flicks down to your mouth and back up.

A dizzying amount of visions surround you, but you pay them no mind as your lips crash into his. To your surprise, he kisses you back with even more passion. Pressing his rough lips into yours like he’s never wanted anything more in his life. You drop his wrist, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and sliding your fingers into his hair. He sighs into your touch. His hands wrap around you, a few fingers carefully peeled back. Turning slightly, he presses you back into the wall, hands sliding to the concrete behind you as you feel the weight of him against your chest. Giving his hair a gentle tug, your tongue meets his as he gasps. He returns the movement, his soft tongue a fun contrast from his chapped lips.

With every breath, the smell of him fills your lungs. He smells faintly of the cheap soap you’ve all been sharing at the hideout and a subtle scent between autumn leaves and rain that’s reminiscent of his quirk. Everything about him surrounds you and nothing else matters.

Time stands still while the two of you spend the rest of the evening intertwined in the wreckage.

a new end masterlist - bnha masterlist

Taglist: @tomuratoucher @aryuunachigiri @shigarakislaughter @foxyboy0

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squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 24 hours ago

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A night you deserve - sfw

Character: Cho hyun-ju X fem!reader

Summary: Hyun ju thinks that Y/N has forgotten their anniversary, but Y/N is planning something special in secret.🦑

Warnings: None

Cho Hyun-Ju sat on the small porch of their house in Thailand, her arms crossed as she stared out at the quiet woods. The soft rustling of the leaves and the distant chirping of birds did nothing to ease the irritation bubbling in her chest.

She had woken up that morning expecting something—anything—to acknowledge their anniversary. But Y/N had acted completely normal. No flowers. No special breakfast. Not even a happy anniversary whisper in bed. She bit her lip, feeling a strange mix of disappointment and guilt. Maybe she was expecting too much.

Maybe Y/N had been too busy lately to remember. But still, after everything they'd been through—the game, escaping that nightmare, starting over together in this quiet little house—shouldn’t today be important? With a frustrated sigh, she got up and wandered inside, but Y/N was nowhere to be found. Just a note on the kitchen counter:

"Had to run some errands. Be back later. Love you."

Hyun-Ju scoffed. Errands? On our anniversary? She spent the next few hours pacing, checking her phone, even considering calling, but she didn’t want to sound needy. So instead, she cleaned the house aggressively, went on a short walk to clear her head, and finally collapsed on the couch, arms folded.

Then, just as the sun began to dip below the trees, the front door creaked open. “Hey,” Y/N greeted, stepping inside with a tired but excited grin. “Busy day?” Hyun-Ju narrowed her eyes. “You tell me.” Y/N chuckled but didn’t reply—just walked over and held out a hand. “Come with me?” She hesitated, suspicious, but took their hand anyway.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Y/N led her outside, through a narrow dirt path she hadn’t noticed before. The sky had turned a soft shade of orange, the air warm and slightly humid. They walked for a few minutes until they reached a clearing—where Hyun-Ju stopped in her tracks.

A small wooden table sat under the trees, covered with a cloth, a few candles flickering on top. A simple but delicious-looking meal was set out, along with a small cake decorated with tiny sugar flowers. Fireflies danced in the air, glowing faintly like tiny stars. Hyun-Ju’s heart clenched. “I—” She turned to Y/N, at a loss for words. Y/N rubbed the back of their neck.

“I wanted to surprise you. That’s why I was gone today. I was setting this up.” Hyun-Ju blinked. “You… remembered?” “Of course I remembered.” Y/N smiled, stepping closer and taking her hands. “I wanted to make today special. You deserve that.” For a moment, Hyun-Ju didn’t know what to say. All her earlier frustration felt silly now.

She squeezed their hands, looking down to hide the warmth rising to her cheeks. “…I was mad at you, you know,” she muttered. Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, I kind of got that.” She huffed but couldn’t keep the small smile from forming on her lips. “This is… really nice.” Y/N’s fingers brushed against her cheek.

“Happy anniversary, Hyun-Ju.” She let out a soft breath, looking into their eyes. The past still haunted her sometimes—the echoes of the game, the memories of fear—but right now, in this moment, with Y/N by her side, she felt something stronger than fear. She felt safe.

“…Happy anniversary,” she whispered, pulling them into a gentle kiss.

🦑🦑🦑

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ll7esxs · 2 days ago

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꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

them as dads [requested!]

this has been like 2 months in my drafts💀

characters: Logan walker, David hesh walker, Keegan p. russ, Thomas A. merrick, Kick

notes: fluffy asf, you decide what is the gender of the baby, k/n refers to "kid name"

summary: They’ve survived war, impossible odds, and the weight of their pasts. But nothing could have prepared them for fatherhood.

They’ve faced life-or-death missions, impossible odds, and the weight of war. But nothing—nothing—could have prepared them for this moment, no this is not a new level this is a new life for them.

ok but before we start you gotta choose your baby a boy or a girl!😍

Logan walker:

Before the baby was born, he was nervous. Didn’t think he’d be a good dad. But the second he held them? Game over.

The first time he holds your newborn, he just stares for a long time, completely still. He’s never been one to show big emotions, but his eyes say everything—pure love, He was afraid to lift them up a bit to his lips and peck their forehead :(

He gets up for late-night feedings without a word. One night, you wake up and find him in the rocking chair, gently swaying with the baby on his chest, "You can put them back in the crib, babe." you said Resting your hand on his shoulder which he shrugged with a smile "They’re fine here." (Translation: I don’t want to move them.)

Whenever the baby grabs his finger in their tiny hands, he just stares at them in awe, as if he still can’t believe they’re real.

The baby loves the sound of his heartbeat. Anytime they’re fussy, he just lays them on his chest, and boom—instant calm.

He may not be the most expressive, but if he ever catches you and the baby sleeping together, he just watches for a moment, quietly smiling to himself, thinking how he got here.

His kid starts crying, and Logan, despite being tired, doesn't hesitate. He picks them up carefully, rocking them slowly back and forth.

“Hey, it’s okay. Dad’s here…”

There’s something about holding his baby that makes the world feel quieter. It's the kind of calm Logan has rarely experienced in his life.

Feeding Time: Logan’s the type to make sure everything is perfect when it’s time for a meal. He’s the dad who prepares the food and is very particular about making sure the spoon isn’t too hot.

Logan’s Thought “I’m not sure if I’m doing this right. Why does this seem so complicated?”

You’re both sitting on the couch, and Logan is holding the baby bottle with one hand, awkwardly trying to get your little one to latch on. He’s focused, quiet, but there’s a softness in his eyes.

Logan: “You’re safe. Everything’s good. Just eat, little one.”

You smile softly from the side, watching as Logan’s usual stoic expression softens when the baby starts drinking. His hands are careful, his movements slow and gentle.

Smilingsoftly to you “I never thought I’d be doing this.”

You laugh quietly. “You’re doing great.”

with a small smirk “Yeah, well, I’ve got a lot to learn.”

Teaching to Talk:

You and Logan are sitting on the floor with the baby in front of you both. They’re about six months old, staring at your lips as you encourage them to say their first words.

Logan has a faint smile on his face as he watches the baby’s little hands reach for your lips.

With patient “Say ‘mama.’ Can you say ‘mama’?”The baby coos and gurgles, but no words.

Logan watches, nodding in agreement.

Then the gentle tone of logan “Come on, kid. You can do it. Say ‘dada.’” The baby makes a tiny noise, which could almost be construed as ‘dada.’ Logan looks over at you, grinning.

“Dada. That’s my boy/girl.” him saying proudly.

“It’s hard to believe they’re growing up this fast.”

The baby is starting to take their first steps, and you and Logan are ready for it. He watches intently, waiting to catch them if they stumble.

You with excited tone “Come on, sweetie! You’ve got this.”

Logan gently sets the baby on their feet, keeping a steady hand just in case. The baby takes a shaky step, then another. Logan grins.

Logan encouraging his little one “Good job, kiddo. Keep going. Just like that.”

You’re both so proud, and Logan’s eyes soften with that familiar protectiveness.

He muttered quietly to you “They’re already making progress. It feels like just yesterday they were in my arms so small.”

He’s not a man of many words, but his actions speak louder than anything.

You catch him lying on the couch, your toddler sprawled across his chest, both of them fast asleep. He stirs a little when you take a picture but doesn’t wake up.

He loves watching you and your child interact. There’s a quiet fondness in his eyes whenever he sees you both laughing together.

Logan isn’t the loud, over-the-top dad—he’s the one who’s always there. Present, patient, protective in ways that don’t always need words.

When his toddler wakes up crying at night, Logan doesn’t rush—he just picks them up, rubs their back, and hums softly until they calm down.

Has a habit of resting his chin on top of his kid’s head when he hugs them. It’s a subtle, grounding thing for him.

His toddler steals his mask and waddles around in it, dragging his vest behind them.

“Look, Daddy! I’m you!”

Logan just smirks, ruffles their hair, and mutters, “Not yet, kid.”

The quiet but super protective dad.

Probably the "cool" parent who lets his kids stay up a little longer if they beg enough.

If his kid gets scared at night, he doesn’t say much—just picks them up and lets them sleep on his chest.

David "hesh" walker:

He was already excited. that's it.

The first time he holds the baby, he grins so hard it looks like his face might break. "hey Look at them!" He said with his warm, dripping tone looking at them PROUDLY, "Who ever thought..."

He insists on “introducing” the baby to everything in the house, Hesh, holding the baby up like Simba“And this... is the couch. You’re gonna spit up on it a lot.” You lost your heart already at this sight "Oh my god david not like this!!"

Hesh is the kind of dad who’ll talk to his baby like they’re already understanding him, often teasing them in a playful way.

That's why his baby start talking early and understanding cuz hesh is talking to them like normal human.

He talks to them as if they understand every word. “You’re a good kid. I promise, I’ll be here when you need me.”

Sometimes, when the baby cries and you’re exhausted, he gets in with his smile a proud one, acting like a hero who will solve problems—“Don’t worry, I got this.” while holding your shoulder, then proceeds to rock them while pacing around the room, yep. he needs your help.

Whenever the baby falls asleep in his arms, he refuses to move. “I don’t care if my arm falls off, I’m not waking them up!.”

He can't help but wondering if he do what elias used to do with him and logan from raising and taking care of.

Feeding Time: Hesh has absolutely no chill when it comes to feeding. He tries to get the baby to eat everything, like he was crushing the cookies and put them in a spoon like a cereal because why not.

You’re both in the kitchen, and Hesh is trying to feed the baby their first solid food. He’s a little nervous but tries to hide it.

“C’mon, little one, let’s get some food in you. You gotta grow big and strong like your old man.”

The baby makes a funny face, unsure of the new taste, but Hesh is laughing.

“Yeah, I know. It’s a bit weird at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

You stand beside him, holding the baby’s bib in place.

“I think you’re doing just fine.”

“Better than I expected, that’s for sure.”

Teaching to Talk: When the baby starts saying their first words, Hesh loves it. Every new word is a reason for a celebration.

You and Hesh are sitting on the floor, the baby in front of you both. Hesh is trying to get the baby to say their first word, clearly determined to be “dada.”

Hesh being the cheerleader “Say ‘dada,’ come on, you can do it.”

The baby babbles, but no word comes out. Hesh smiles, patient.

“It’ll come, don’t worry. First word’s gotta be ‘dada.’”

You chuckled at him “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Hesh with a faint smile “Alright, we’ll see who they say first.”

You and Hesh are in the living room, baby on the floor, trying to get them to walk. Hesh gently places his hands under the baby’s arms and lifts them to their feet.

The baby stumbles but starts taking a few shaky steps toward you. Hesh watches in awe.

And he was so damn proud about it“That’s my kid. You got it.”

“They’re definitely taking after you.”Hesh smiles and chuckles softly.

“Let’s hope they don’t end up as clumsy as me.” way to go hesh...

Hesh is the “fun dad”—the one who hypes up his kid like they’re a superstar.

Every little thing they do? He’s cheering for them so softly and warming it's like he showed the most deserved man to be a dad. "hey look at that throw! that's my kid!"

Discipline? Struggles with it because he hates seeing his kid upset, but he’s firm when needed.

If his kid ever has a bad day, he immediately finds a way to cheer them up—ice cream, movie night, or just roughhousing in the backyard.

Protective? Absolutely. If anyone messes with his kid? That Walker temper shows real fast.

He tries to teach his kid how to trash talk during a game.

“Okay, k/n, say this—‘Nice try, better luck next time!’”

Later, his toddler absolutely DESTROYS another kid in a game and yells, “YOU SUCK, GET BETTER!”

“NONONO—THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT.”

Then he keeps tricking the baby not to say any bad words in front of you

The fun and affectionate dad

He’s the dad who calls out, “Where’s my little champ?!” when he comes home, just to hear the sound of tiny feet running toward him.

Keegan p. russ:

u i a io ui ii io (srry just preparing)

The moment he holds the baby, he freezes. He’s seen combat, survived impossible missions—but this tiny, fragile little human? Terrifying.

How do I even do this? He’s more comfortable with missions, with strategy—but a tiny human?

He holds the baby awkwardly at first, but once they latch onto his finger, he feels an overwhelming rush of emotion.

He’s super careful with them, holding them like they’re made of glass. “Are you sure I’m doing this right?”

The first time they grab his finger, his breath catches in his throat. He doesn’t say anything, but later, you find him staring at his hand, like he’s still processing it.

When he thinks no one’s watching, he talks to them in the softest voice. “You got your mom’s nose, huh? Lucky you.”

You catch him pacing the room at 3 AM, whispering to the baby while rocking them. “You really don’t need to cry this much, y’know?” In the most soothing way ever.

The first time your kid falls asleep on his lap, he doesn’t move for two hours. You find him just sitting there, hand resting gently on their back.

Feeding Time: Keegan is super chill about feeding, but he’s the first one to notice when the baby is definitely not eating, he once decided to let you asleep and takes the responsibility to feed the baby.

“Did you feed them yet?” you entering the kitchen to find keegan has already finished

Him sitting on a chait arms on his chest eyes closed“Yeah, but they just threw it on the floor. Like I said, it’s not my problem.” yep it is not his problem to clean the floor.

He’ll sit down, grab the baby’s hand gently, and show them how to hold the spoon properly, though he’s secretly a little proud of how fast they’re learning.

He grins at the baby “Yeah, you’re gonna be a pro at this in no time. Just don’t use the floor as your plate, alright?”

Teaching to Talk: Keegan doesn’t push the baby too hard, but he’s got his moments when he tries to teach them.

You and Keegan are sitting on the floor with the baby, encouraging them to say their first words. Keegan keeps repeating "dada," trying to get them to say it.

“C’mon, say ‘dada.’ You can do it.”

The baby coos, but no word yet. Keegan patiently tries again.

“Say ‘dada,’ kid. It’s easy.”

You watch him with a soft smile, noticing how calm he is with the baby.

The baby’s trying to stand, and Keegan’s holding their hands, guiding them. He’s firm but gentle, watching every little move.

“Alright, you got this. Just take a step.”

The baby stumbles, but Keegan catches them immediately. He grins, a little proud of the first attempt.

“Hey, no rush. You’ll get it. Just take your time.”

You catch him later in the corner of the room, quietly cheering them on as they take their first steps towards him. “That’s my kid.” lifting them up and giving them a soft kiss on the cheek

Keegan never thought he’d be a dad. The idea terrified him.

But the first time he holds his baby? That’s it. He’s gone. They’re his entire world.

Tries to be the “cool, quiet” dad, but his kid completely shatters that image. They tug on his sleeves, climb on him, and drag him into their little adventures.

Affection? He’s not the best with words, but he shows love through actions—fixing broken toys, remembering small details, being the first one awake to comfort them after a nightmare.

Yeah like this man won't sleep the minute the kis sleeps no, He will wait like 2 or 3 hours like in case they wake up or something.

Discipline? His kid rarely misbehaves because Keegan’s quiet disappointment is worse than any punishment.

Secretly loves it when his kid falls asleep on him. Won’t move for hours if it means they stay comfortable.

“Daddy, can you braid my hair?” (if the kid is a girl)

“I don’t know how.”

Cue Keegan watching hair-braiding tutorials at 2 AM.

When your kid is scared, he doesn’t baby them but reassures them calmly. “Nothing’s gonna get you. I’m right here.” It always works.

If his kid is climbing something? Keegan is already behind them, hands out, ready to catch them.

If they look sad? He just hands them their favorite snack or cookies that you told not to eat after dinner he just want the kid to pass this.

Teaches them how to be quiet but dangerous.“Dad, I snuck up on you!”

Keegan, who knew they were there the whole time watching TV “Yeah. Sure you did.”

Awkward with affection. But his kid doesn’t care—they just climb into his lap, hug him, and refuse to let go.He sighs like he’s annoyed, but he’s not. Not even a little.

If His kid is too much like him, like being quite and never says anything

"Talk to me, kid."

"I'm fine, dad."

"...Damn it." turn his head, thinking this is a curse for his kid to be so silent about his problems like him.

Thomas A. merrick:

The second he holds them, he just exhales slowly, and you can tell he’s completely smitten.

Quietly devoted, strong, and calm. Merrick is the kind of dad who can be serious and focused but always has a gentle, protective side when it comes to his baby.

He’s a man of action, but when the baby is placed in his arms, it’s the one thing that makes him stop and reflect.

the baby gets fussy, he hums—deep, soothing tones that somehow work like magic.He’s super patient with late-night wake-ups. If you’re exhausted, he tells you, “Go back to sleep. I got ‘em.” when he’s holding them, he just looks at you and shakes his head with a smile. “We made a good one.”

Loves doing skin-to-skin contact, just resting the baby on his chest while he leans back on the couch. They always fall asleep that way.

Merrick wakes up early, always making sure to prepare the baby’s things before he go to work. He’s very organized, almost too much at times. But he’ll never complain about the work—it’s just part of his commitment to his family.

Lowkey has a soft spot for baby giggles. The second they start laughing, he’s doing whatever it takes to keep them going.

Feeding Time: Merrick’s the dad who always has a backup plan for everything, and feeding is no different. He’ll get the baby to try new foods—anything to expand their palate.

“Come on, just one bite. You’re gonna love it.”

“I don’t think they’ll like that.”

“Watch me. They just don’t know it yet.”

The baby eats the food with minimal protest.

You impressed raising your both hands in kind of giving up: “Okay, maybe you were right.”

Smirking “I know what I’m doing baby.”

Teaching to Talk:

He might not be the most talkative when it comes to baby talk, but there’s something about him holding his baby that feels solid, reassuring. Merrick is very methodical when teaching the baby to speak. He’s patient and will repeat words several times.

Repeating “dada” in a quiet, patient voice. He’s not one for a lot of baby talk, but he’s genuinely trying to help the baby learn.

“Say ‘dada.’ You can do it.”

The baby responds with some babbling, but no words yet.

“That’s alright. You’ll get it.”

Merrick is super strong, so when he holds the baby, it’s like the safest place in the world. You’ll sometimes catch him gently swaying as if he’s thinking, even though the baby is happily asleep in his arms.

If your child gets hurt, he goes into full military medic mode. “It’s just a scratch, but we’re gonna clean it up properly. Hold still.”

The type to instinctively catch his kid if they trip—even if he’s across the room

“How did you do that?”

shrugs “Reflex.”

Merrick was born to be a dad. Calm, wise, Tough and just has his life together.

The most prepared father ever. Has the diaper bag fully stocked, extra blankets on hand, and somehow already knows how to swaddle perfectly.

Secretly super soft when it comes to you. He gives your child little forehead kisses, but when you tease him about it, he just grumbles, “Don’t start.”

The ultimate “dad mode” parent—commands respect but is also super caring.

Would absolutely destroy anyone who hurts his child, no hesitation.

His presence alone is comforting—his kid always runs to him.

Encouraging but firm. Pushes his kid to be their best, but never pressures them.

The type of dad who teaches them life skills early—how to tie knots, how to fix things, how to navigate. (ofc he won't force them)

Biggest cheerleader. If his kid ever doubts themselves, Merrick reminds them exactly what they’re capable of.

His kid tries to get away with swearing.

Merrick just stares at them not in a scary way or something“You wanna try that again kiddo?”

Instant regret. “Uh… fudge?”

“That’s what I thought.”

once when he tried to leave for his work when he gave the baby a kiss on his head then walking to the door, but that stopped when the baby start fussing about him slightly disappear behind the door.

merrick not wasting any time closing the door and getting back to the place "nevermind I will retire".

His kid is fascinated by his war stories, but he makes sure they know the difference between reality and fiction.

He lets them make mistakes, but he’s always there to guide them back.

Merrick is the dad that everyone wishes they had (yeah im running out of ideas).

Kick:

telling him the fabulous news:

It happened before mirrage like 3 or 4 being lovely partners and no one even had the thought about it

but it happened XD

Acts like he’s totally cool about being a dad, but the second he holds the baby, he’s done for. You find him staring at them, just completely fascinated, You shrugged, find him staring at them, just completely Lost.“You okay?” he didn't even lift his head to look at you “They’re just... really small.”

When the baby gets a little older, Kick’s all in with the physical play. He’s the dad who will “pretend” to be a superhero and will throw them up in the air (safe and sound, of course!) just to hear them giggle.

"OH MY GOD KICK??" ofc you had heart attack.

“Don’t worry, they’re in safe hands. Daddy’s got them.” him smirking at you while the baby is almost done from giggling.

He’s so hands-on, so engaged, that you have to remind him to give the baby some space to crawl on their own.

Feeding Time: Kick acts like it’s no big deal, but he’s definitely the one to crack jokes to get the baby to eat.

You sighing but trying to keep the smile on your face for tricking the baby into eating “Come on, just eat your veggies.”

Kick holding up a spoon to them“Oh, you don’t like broccoli? Shocking kiddo.”

Baby looking at the broccoli turning his face away not wanting to eat

“Wait, how did I know that was coming?”

“Oh my god kick you're not helping!”

Teaching to Talk: Kick is so sarcastic about it. The first time the baby says a word, he acts like it’s the most monumental thing in the world.

Kick is trying to teach the baby to say “dada” first, but his approach is playful and silly.

“C’mon, kiddo, say ‘dada.’ I’m right here.”

The baby giggles at his antics, but no word just yet.

“You’ll be saying it in no time. You can’t resist this face.” Kick said as he point at his face with his two index fingers.

Baby saying “no” for the first time “No!”

Kick deadpan“Well, that’s just rude.”

When the baby’s old enough to squirm and wiggle, Kick just watches in amusement.

You looking at how your kiddo has grown up “I don’t think they want to sit still.”

Kick shaking his head with a chuckle“It’s a phase. But if I try to hold them still, they’ll just squirm out of my grip and think it’s hilarious.”

"yeah sounds like you" giving him a wink, which led him to give you a half gazed eyes

The chill but sarcastic dad.

Has an “if it ain’t life-threatening, you’ll be fine” parenting style.

The definition of unbothered but somehow always has things under control.

He has this natural Dad Reflex. One time, your kid spills something, and without looking up, he just reaches over and catches the cup mid-air.

you catch him adjusting your kid’s blanket at night, read stories and he gets into them so much. especially when he gets to a plot part "christ??" Him eyes widened at the kids stories

You and Kick argue playfully about who’s the favorite parent.

“They like me more.”

“No shot. I’m the fun one.”

Your child chooses the dog instead.

You find him napping on the couch, your kid curled up beside him, using his arm as a pillow.

He doesn’t even wake up—just shifts slightly to pull them closer.

Changes diapers with zero complaints, but absolutely roasts the baby while doing it.

“Man, how did something this tiny make this much of a mess?”

When the baby cries, he picks them up, holds them against his chest, and just walks around the house, murmuring “Shh, Daddy's got you.”

He acts chill about it, but if someone else in the family gathering or a party is holding the baby for too long, he’s suddenly right there. “Yeah, okay, hand ‘em back now.”

He loves laying the baby on his chest and pretending to be asleep just so they fall asleep too.

The laid-back dad who somehow always knows what’s going on.

His kid thinks they’re being sneaky? Nope. Kick already knows.

“Nice try, kid. I did the same thing when I was your age.” ahh dad type

Kick is unbothered. His kid is climbing the furniture? He waits to see if they’ll figure it out themselves before stepping in. (but ofc he will be some kind close to them).

The “cool” dad who lets his kid do fun stuff, but only if they do it right.

“Wanna learn how to fight? Cool. But you’re learning proper form first.”

His kid tries to trick him with a fake injury.

Kick just stares at them with a smile. "Nice acting. You want an Oscar for that?"

“Ugh, fine, I’m not hurt.”

“Yeah, thought so.”

His kid tries to trick him into letting them stay up late.

A lot of "Nice try" words

"Mom just told me I could!"

Kick, without looking up "Nice try she’s asleep."

Somehow always knows when they’re lying."Did you break this?"

"No?"

"Alright..." he said with a smile "well guess I will get back to the records of my secret cameras"

"OKAY OKAY I DID THIS"

#call of duty ghosts #cod ghosts #david hesh walker #hesh walker #logan walker #keegan p russ #kick cod #thomas merrick #cod logan #cod hesh #cod keegan #keegan russ #call of duty ghosts headcanons

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ushkoo · 2 days ago

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BLU TEAM HEADCANONS 🌀

warning for them being mean to each other nd drinking nd a mention of drugs !

Scout:

- looks more tired (let him rest)

- Pale asf

- Usually hangs around Sniper

- Nipples pierced (it was a dare)

- freckles!

- adrenaline junkie

- Smug little shit

- Depressed and sick of everything

- Slightly grown out buzzcut

- Loves Heavy like his father :)

Soldier:

- mild alcoholic

- Actually got into the army! PTSD from war tho :(

- Meaner

- Honestly just a total bully

- Clothes are more damaged and ripped

- Has a lot of scars from war

- Smarter than RED

- Actually kinda nice if you know him well but he struggles w expressing it

Pyro:

- A lot scarier than RED pyro

- Still likes unicorns but in secret bc the other BLU team members w mean to them ab it

- Mute

- Still a cutie

- Has really bad social anxiety, avoids people whenever possible

- Likes to stand creepily in hallways

- Doesn’t have any friends on the team :( everyone thinks they’re creepy

- hangs out with Scout and Sniper on VERY rare occasions, gets made fun of by them

Demo:

- takes his job VERY seriously

- Still drinks but not as much as RED, has it more under control

- Rlly depressed :( misses home

- Hangs out with Soldier sometimes but usually just stays in his room

- Has a lot of anger in him, usually gets unnecessarily violent on the battlefield

- Keeps plants on his windowsill

- Feels bad that Pyro has no friends but is also a little afraid of them

Heavy:

- A bit more quiet but pretty similar to RED Heavy.

- Just gets on with his job, doesn’t really care for being social.

- Doesn’t take any joy in killing REDs, cries about it when he’s alone because he feels awful killing other people.

- Keeps Scout in line! Is more of a father figure to him than Spy is.

- Always worries about Scout and thinks that he’s too young to be doing work like this.

- Wears a scarf! He gets cold a lot.

Engineer:

- the WORST

- very mean, especially to Pyro and Scout

- Gets drunk with Soldier a lot. Often peer pressures Soldier into being mean to the others :(.

- Yells at Pyro for like.. existing

- Annoyingly good at his job, better than RED

- Unresolved trauma

Medic:

- scary mf don’t let him perform surgery on you

- Stalks Heavy a lot

- REALLY wants to know what it would be like to violently kill someone (Scout is his first pick)

- Doesn’t wear glasses

- Scars all over his hands from grabbing scalpels wrong

- Probably an ex serial killer or smth

Sniper:

- tooth necklace (inspired by that one tiktok artist)

- Other miscellaneous bone jewellery

- More unhinged and bloodthirsty

- So fucking grumpy all of the time but also rlly smug and cocky

- Has a mullet

- Crazed gunman

- Sharp teeth (bites ppl) (esp Scout)

- Has various piercings around his body

- Probably hides coke in his room for special occasions (only Scouts allowed to have some)

Spy:

- So so done with everyone on the team

- Really wants to be a father to Scout but he thinks its too late to fix their relationship

- Hates that Scout likes Heavy more than him

- Thinks that the rest of the team is full of psychopaths

- Feels a bit bad for Pyro but doesn’t understand them well enough to talk to them

- Actually quite nice, will offer you a cigarette

- Argues with Soldier and Engie a lot

🗒️—————————————————————🗒️

aaa srry this is rlly crappy :( m all beaten up rn from a mosh pit so ive been resting all day

I felt bad for not posting smth so here r my blu headcanons aaaaa

Ill get to requests eventually! o(T^T)o

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 headcanons #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 fanart #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #valve games #team fortress two #headcanon

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swtt4hk · 3 days ago

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Time Machine || Cho Sangwoo

And I'll love you forever with the fire in my soul

Maybe I could be your girl

And we don't ever say goodbye

Maybe in another life

he is gone. Everyone is gone. Gi hun , Sae byeok , Ali and most important of all , your husband , Cho Sangwoo. You won the games but at what cost? You lost the love of your life just because he sacrificed himself for you. The problem is that you don’t need the money. You just need him. If only you had realised that something was going on earlier.

Flashback

it was a random evening and you were doing the chores in the house while waiting for your husband , Sangwoo , to come from work. You were kinda worried about him tho , he had been acting…different but not so different. He just seemed like he was always thinking about something, like something was bothering him but you never asked him about it because you knew that if he wanted , he would tell you. But that day you had decided to finally ask him about it , you couldn’t take it anymore.

you heard the door opening and walked up to him. His expression was tired but still forced a smile.

—hi babe , how was work?

—hi , sweetheart , it was…okay.

—just okay? Are you sure that nothing bad has happened?

—no , babe , everything’s alright.

he told you with a reassuring smile as he hangs his coat on the hanger and suddenly a card fell from his pocket. You grabbed it. It was a brown(ish) card with a triangle , a circle and a square on the front and a phone number on the back.

—babe , what is this?

Sang-woo saw that you’re holding the card and quickly grabbed it.

—oh nothing , a random salesman gave it to me just to promote his products!

he said , trying to hide the fear that you might push it further. The truth was that it wasn’t just a card. He had been slapped by a salesman a hundred times to win the game of ddakji to get 10k₩. When he won , the salesman told him to call the number on the back of the card , if he wants to play more games like this to win money.

—if you say so…come on , I’ve made you dinner , let’s go sit down.

he let out a silent sigh of relief , as you didn’t push him any further , and he sits on the table with you. As you’re both eating silently, you decided to talk to him about his behaviour for the past month.

—honey , can I talk to you about something?

Sang-woo looked up to you and nodded.

—so um…I’ve noticed something in the past month and tell me if I’m wrong but…you have been acting kind of different lately. Is something bothering you? You always seem like you’re thinking about something and your anger issues have gotten a little out of hand even though you had been making progress…are you okay?

Sang-woo stops eating. He sets his fork down and takes a deep breath , looking deep into your eyes. He doesn’t know what to do. Should he tell you the truth that he’s in debt and that he can’t even afford buying the essentials or should he keep lying to you so you don’t get worried about it?

—I’m okay. It’s just…there’s a lot of pressure at work , that’s it. I’m sorry if I made you worried , my love , I promise I’m gonna make it up to you soon , hm?

He said reassuringly. He didn’t have much of a choice but lying to you seemed the best thing to do at the time. You let out a warm smile and nod.

—alright then , I’m sorry for asking you in the first place , I know how much of a stress your job can be…now eat! Your food is gonna get cold!

he nods and finishes his food. The hours pass slowly and the sun sets , which means it’s time for you both to go to bed. You kissed each other good night and you fell asleep. But Sangwoo couldn’t. His thoughts were keeping him up. He grabbed the card from his coat’s pocket and looked at it. Should he call the number and join the games? Leaving for some days to make some more money wouldn’t hurt , right. He called the number and he gave the information needed. He was told that he had to be in a specific location at 11:30.

11:00. He had half an hour left. He got up , got dressed and wrote you a letter before leaving. Unfortunately, for him , you heard him leaving. You woke up and saw a letter on his pillow.

“Goodmorning, my love , someone from work called in the middle of the night because I have to go on a an emergency business trip. I’m so sorry about that but I promise , I’ll be back in a few days.❤️”

Bullshit. Yes , you didn’t know much about his job but you weren’t THAT dumb to believe that someone would call him to go on a business trip IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. So you decided to follow him.

11:30. Just in time. You secretly followed behind him and a black van arrived. A man was in it and asked for a code. Red light , Green light. Sangwoo got in and the van left. You followed the van to the next stop and you decided to go into the van too. You told the man the code and got into the car. You didn’t know what that was but you wanted to find out.

End of Flashback

you got thrown on a random street , the cold breeze hitting your face after days of being closed into whatever that building was. After hours of walking , you finally arrived home. But it was different this time. You were alone. Forever. Because you had basically killed your husband. You sit on the sofa in silence , getting flashbacks from all the happy times you and Sangwoo spend and even the times you spent together in the games. He is everything to you. But now he’s gone.

You lay down on the sofa and look up to the ceiling. You feel tired but you can’t sleep. Not after everything that happened. Tears start rolling down your cheeks as you’re processing everything that happened the past five days.

—I wish I could go back in time. I wish I would’ve noticed. I wish I would’ve helped him.

you manage to mutter while crying and you slowly drift off to sleep.

…

you slowly open your eyes as the morning sun hits your face and you take a look at your surroundings. That’s strange. Is that your…old room? How could it be possible? You sold that house about two years ago…you open your phone and…

June 14 2019. This can’t be possible. This is the exact same day that you met Sangwoo…how can it be? You start panicking , lightly slapping yourself to check if you’re dreaming. No. This is real. It’s 2019 and none of the nightmare you went through has happened. Did fate give you a second chance to fix everything?

You get up and walk around the house. You can’t lie , you’ve missed this place. The silence , the girly decorations, the room that is filled with so many memories…but now it’s not the time to remember the past. You’ve got to find Sangwoo. You try to recall the time and the place he was in that day. “Come onnn , where was it? I know it was a café but which one?” Since you can’t seem to remember it , you decide to take a walk in your neighbourhood. You haven’t walked in these streets for so long…after a few minutes , you find it. “Espresso Emporium”.

You take a deep breath before stepping into the café and there he is…Cho Sangwoo. You’re about to walk towards him to greet him but then you remember. He’s supposed to be a total stranger to you. You sigh and sit on a table near him. At some point you make an eye contact and you both can feel it. It’s like love at first sight. That’s exactly how you fell in love six years ago. Just when you’re a out to give him a kind smile he quickly looks away , pretending that nothing happened. “Classic Sangwoo” you think.

Of course , the history repeats itself. You keep bumping into him during the day but neither of you talk to each other. Until one night you see him standing outside the convenience store , looking money in his pockets. He forgot his wallet and now he can’t buy any cigarettes. You chuckle to yourself and you walk up to him and offer him a cigarette.

—there. You say coldly , trying to hide your excitement about talking to him again. He looks at the cigarette for a second before taking it into his hands and lighting it up.

—thank you , you didn’t have to. He says , keeping a neutral demeanour. There follows silence but the comfortable kind of silence before you speak up.

—having a hard night? He sighs , throws his cigarette on the ground and stomps it with his foot. He scans you , head to toe , before answering to your question.

—yeah…how’d you tell?

—I’m a psychologist. I know what people think by just looking at them.

He looks at you , with a kind of weird look and nods.

—cool.

You know he’s not really the kind of person to start a conversation and meet with a total stranger but you HAVE to meet him.

—my name’s y/n. What’s yours?

Sangwoo looks away , with a kind of annoyed look.

—does it matter?

—I mean…if you don’t wanna meet me that’s okay , you’ll just miss out on meeting a wonderful woman.

You say teasingly and nudge him on the shoulder. He wants to smile but he doesn’t. He keeps it back. He doesn’t want to seem weak , especially to a woman , and you respect that.

—I’m Sangwoo…happy now?

—of course I am. Nice to meet you , Sangwoo.

…

Fast forward to some days later , you start getting closer with him , as if you don’t already know everything about him but this time you’re being more careful. You look closely to his face expressions and his movements. He doesn’t seem like he’s in debt…yet. Does this mean he lost it all when he got married to you? Yes.

One day , as you’re chatting , your conversation gets deep and he reveals some of his problems.

—I have been having some trouble with money lately…I’m on the verge of getting into debt…

well this is new. He had never told you that before. The Sangwoo you knew would have never complained about money , which hurts you because now you realise how many secrets he had been keeping from you all those years you had been married. You look at him with a soft gaze and with a look of sympathy.

—whatever , that’s my problem , you probably don’t even care.

—what? No , I do care , you’re my friend and friends listen to each other’s problems.

For a moment , you catch him blushing but then he looks away. “Ah I’ve missed that cute blush” you think to yourself. He takes a deep breath before he continues talking about his problems. And he has a lot. His business is going downhill, he’s on the verge of getting in debt , as he said before , and he’s been living in a motel. “So that’s why he never wanted to go to his place before we moved in together…”

…

Weeks pass and everyday you learn something new about Sangwoo. It’s like you met a completely different person but at the same time you get deja vu from his words , movements and the places you meet at. One day , as you’re doing some chores in the house , you hear a knock. You open the door and there he is again…

—Sangwoo! How come you came here unannounced? You usually warn before coming. You say but not in a strict tone , it’s just surprising because he usually does warn before coming over. He gets in and sits on the couch.

—I’m so sorry , y/n but I need to talk to you about something.

You sit beside him , curious about what you’re about to hear.

—what’s up?

He takes a deep breath , he bounces his leg up and down in nervousness and looks down.

—I…I got into debt…

you stare at him in shock. So he had been into debt even before you started dating?! And he still payed for everything you wanted?!

—what wait? When did that happen?

—…long ago…

—how long ago?

—f-five months ago…

—wait a minute…b-but didn’t you tell me that you were on the verge of getting into debt? Did you lie to me?

He sighs and closes his eyes.

—I’m sorry I-

—just tell me how much you owe.

there’s no response, which means you’re about to hear a big number.

—six…

—six hundred?

—…billion.

—six billion?! How did you even- you’re about to scold him but you know that if anger gets the best of you , you’ll definitely say about the time travelling thing and how you’re mad at him for not telling you anything…well…that is quite a lot but…we’ll find a way to fix it together , okay?

He blushes again , but hides it. You know that he likes you but you can’t get to like him. Not after the disappointment you’ve felt for him. Not because he’s in debt but because he was in debt and he never told you anything and that he joined those stupid games to make money even though he knew that you could make the amount of money he needed in a short amount of time. But he always insisted in paying.

Sangwoo feels a pang of embarrassment after telling you all that. Under other circumstances, he wouldn’t have told you but he felt the need of telling someone and the only person he could tell was you.

—y/n , I don’t need your help. I just…wanted to tell someone about my problem.

you stay silent. You want to protest , scream at him about why he is telling his problem to you and not expect you to help him. But you don’t say anything. You know it’s pointless.

…

The next days pass in silence. Ever since Sangwoo told you about him owing that much money , he feels so embarrassed that he stopped talking to you. You know damn well why Sangwoo doesn’t contact you and you totally get it. 6 billion is not little. But besides from him not wanting you to help , you work your ass off to make extra money. Psychologists do get payed a lot , so you already had a lot of money , so working some extra hours and a second job would totally pay off Sangwoo’s debts and more.

After weeks of working , it’s finally over. 6 billion won into your bank account. With no hesitation, you take the money and put them into a big bag to give them to Sangwoo. But you don’t wanna see him. You can’t look at him and not feel things for him. But if you fall in love again , he will make the same stupid mistake. Waste all his money on you.

Sangwoo hears an unexpected knock on his door. He opens it and he sees a bag with money in it. Even though it doesn’t have a letter with a name on it , he knows who gave him the money. The only person who knew…you. He quickly runs out of his apartment to find you. He knows you’re near.

As you’re quickly walking out of the motel Sangwoo is staying in , you hear a familiar voice —almost— behind you.

—y/n!!! Wait!!

your pace quickens and you disappear into the darkness of the night. It’s too late now. You just saved Sangwoo’s life and he didn’t even get to thank you.

Sangwoo stands still as tears run down his cheeks. The person he loves the most had run away and disappeared. He didn’t even get to express his feelings for you. He wishes he had done it earlier.

As you are walking , you stop at a quiet street and you start crying. You can’t believe what you just did. You left the person you love the most. But it is for the best. You can’t let him do the same mistake again. And you can’t let him die again.

…

after all of that , you decided to move away and start a new life , rearrange your fate. You try to forget about Sangwoo and move on with your life. “It was all for the best” you keep repeating to yourself everytime you think about it.

there was nothing left to do for Sangwoo. He had to accept his fate. It was like you vanished of the earth without warning and he keeps trying to understand why. But he tries his best to move on with his life , he pays off his debts with the money and he gets back on his feet again. He feels grateful that he met you , even though it was just for a few months. You saved his life after all.

It was all for the best.

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I enjoyed writing this one a lot BUT I’M SORRY IF IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE IN THE END , I WAS HALF ASLEEP WHILE WRITING THIS 😭

Anyway , more fics coming soon!

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rollinouttahere-writes · 7 hours ago

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And You'll No Longer Burn

Sanji x Fem Reader

6.1k words

Summary: Following the destruction of Germa Kingdom, the pirate crew you're part of is able to locate part of the remains of it in hopes of finding treasure. Instead of treasure, you are shocked to find a survivor among the ruins.

Warnings: takes place in an AU, reader is female but it's more so implied than anything tbh, graphic depictions of death and gore, insects, starvation, Sanji and reader are both teens in this, nothing romantic here this is purely platonic, spoilers from the wci arc

A little fic I made for Sanji's birthday this year. It's based on an AU I've had on my mind lately. This is definitely something I'm going to be adding onto and fleshing out more later.

If there’s one thing that you never tire of, it’s the air of adventure right before your ship hits land. The chattering of excitement as the island slowly comes into view, the way your fellow crewmates bustle around you as they prepare everything they would need, the fluttering in your heart as you think about what new discoveries await you. All of it is intoxicating and addictive.

“Land ho!”

A pang of thrill shoots through you as one of those things you love happens. You spring up from where you were sitting by the bow to look out at the approaching land. Well, you suppose it’s not really land. Germa Kingdom had been comprised of a series of platforms carried on the backs of massive snails. You dig out the telescope from the bag you had been packing and use it to get a better look since it was still too far out for the naked eye to see clearly.

When it comes into focus, the first thing that you notice is that you can’t see the snails supporting the platforms, which was admittedly a little disappointing. You can’t be sure if they’re beneath the water because that’s normal for them, or if they sank below the surface because they’re all dead.

“Alright everyone, listen up!”

The booming voice of the ship’s captain startles you and almost results in dropping the telescope overboard. You fumble with it for a moment as it bounces between your hands, then finally catch it. You sigh in relief, then quickly turn around to face your captain properly as he speaks.

Zeff moves to the center of the ship and does a quick look around to ensure that he has his crew’s attention before continuing, “We’re getting close now to part of the remains of Germa Kingdom. When we get there, all of you are to disperse and check the ruins for treasure or anything useful that might be left. Understood?”

A chorus of “yes, captain” echoes around the ship before everyone resumes their previous duties. Zeff, seemingly satisfied, nods and goes on the move again. This time headed straight for you. His feet create dull thuds as he makes his way to the bow, then stops and sits down on a nearby crate, crossing his arms as he stares at you.

His eyes flit down to your rucksack, eyebrows raised, and he looks back up at you, “You planning on parting ways here? You’ve got everything but the kitchen sink in that thing.” One of his feet hooks a strap and drags it closer so he can rifle through it.

You groan in annoyance and grab the other strap, trying to pull it back, “Dad! I just like to be prepared. Stop messing with my stuff, it took forever to make it all fit.” Your attempts to retrieve your bag are absolutely useless, Zeff’s leg doesn’t even budge as he starts pulling things out and dropping them on the deck.

A sleeping bag, some firestarter, and a first-aid kit are all discarded by him. With some effort, he manages to pull out a small skillet you crammed in there. He pinches the bridge of his nose and gives you a look, “You do know that we’re only going to be here for a couple of hours at most and not several weeks, right?”

“I already told you. I just want to be prepared for anything that might happen. What if one of the platforms comes loose and drifts away when I’m on it?”

Zeff heaves a sigh and rests his arm on the railing of the ship, then props his chin up on his fist. “If that happens, we’ll follow it and get you back. You won’t be lost at sea for more than a few minutes. You definitely won’t need to be starting a fire or taking a nap in that timeframe.”

“Yeah, well,” your eyes glance downward to find something you can give a valid reason for needing. They settle on the first-aid kit, and you confidently look Zeff in the eyes again, “But I could get hurt and need to take care of myself. Or maybe I’ll find a survivor who needs help!”

A dry chuckle slips out of your father, “A survivor? There aren’t any of those after a buster call. It’s honestly a miracle that any of the platforms Germa Kingdom consisted of are still afloat.” Despite his reaction, he does lean down to pick the first-aid kit back up, “But I suppose it isn’t impossible for you to get hurt climbing around the destroyed buildings.”

“See? I-”

Before you can celebrate your perceived victory, he holds up his hand to silence you, “But you still need to unpack most of this. How do you expect to carry anything you find back if your bag is a hairpin away from bursting at the seams?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” You drop down and pull open another compartment, then yank out something, “I packed another bag.”

The bonus bag is snatched out of your hands instantly by a disgruntled Zeff, who then rolls it up and smacks the top of your head with it, “Just empty out the first bag! You’re going to tip over the second you try to put on the first one, much less the second.” He drags a hand down his face and levels you with a glare, “You’re giving me white hairs, you know that?”

You roll your eyes at his baseless accusation, “You’re blond, you can’t even tell if you have any.”

He glowered at you more, not that it did anything to actually intimidate you, “Don’t sass me, you snot-nosed brat.”

This makes you bristle. You put your hands on your hips and stomp your foot, “Ugh! Quit calling me that! I’m fifteen, I’m practically an adult!”

As per usual, your outburst left Zeff entirely unphased, “Only a child would think that being fifteen makes them “practically an adult”. A real adult knows that you’re still a child at that age.”

“Whatever!”

Now Zeff was rolling his eyes. He quietly grumbled under his breath, “Such a damn handful.” He shakes his head as he gets back up to his feet, “You’re lucky that I still keep you around. Now empty out that bag of yours so you’re only carrying what you actually need. I’m going to check before we split up.”

Recognizing that there was no point arguing with him, you sigh dramatically and acquiesce, “Fiiiiine. You win this time.”

His gruff expression breaks as he chuckles, then reaches out to ruffle your hair before walking away. You stick your tongue out at him behind his back as you fix your mussed hair. Your sight falls on your rucksack yet again. Perhaps you did over pack it. A little.

By the time the purging of your backpack had finished, the Cooking George was right next to the remains of Germa Kingdom. The sails were lowered and a couple of your crewmates leapt onto the platform to tie some ropes to it to keep the ship from drifting off while you all explored. The now much lighter backpack is slung over your shoulders, and you hurry to join everyone else in jumping off the ship and onto “land”.

Once you're standing on the railing, you can't help but stare out in a silent awe of the destruction before you. You've never seen the aftermath of a buster call before, and while you knew it would be bad, you were still surprised by the pure devastation in front of you. Nothing was left intact. There wasn't a single building left standing. The once proud kingdom was nothing more than a desolate pile of rubble.

But there was something else that caught your eye, a detail that hadn’t been noticeable through your telescope. Dead bodies were everywhere. Most of them were wearing identical uniforms, though there were a handful in your immediate sight wearing different attire.

A hand grabbing your shoulder snaps you out of your trance, and you would have lost your balance if not for that same hand keeping you steady.

“Having second thoughts?” Zeff is staring down at you with a neutral expression, neither pushing nor discouraging you. “You can stay here and watch the ship if you want to.”

The question makes you shake your head and meet his stare with one of your own, now filled with a renewed sense of determination. You were a pirate, a Cook Pirate. The last thing you wanted to do was shy away from something just because it was a little off putting. “No, I want to go. I was just surprised… I didn't think it would be this bad. Do you think we'll even find anything here?”

“Hard to say… If the Vinsmoke’s had anything in vaults, that may have survived. And that's me assuming we're the first people here. Every pirate in the area was no doubt looking for any surviving platforms in hopes of finding treasure.”

“The Vinsmoke's?” The name didn't sound familiar to you. Were you supposed to know who they were?

Zeff stared out at the destruction before you, “Never heard of them? That was the family that ruled this kingdom. The head of the family ran this country with an iron fist, but then he got too cocky and gave the Marines a reason to wipe out everything he ever worked for. Now this is all that is left, and with everyone dead, it’s only a matter of time before their whole existence is completely forgotten about.

“But enough about that,” you were abruptly lifted off your feet as Zeff grabbed you by your rucksack and jumped to the platform. It groaned upon impact, but ultimately held strong. You were set back onto your feet, and he gave your bag a shake. “Seems like you actually listened to me for once. Did you remember to pack a lunch for yourself?”

“Sure did. Made it myself.” You make an attempt to start walking so you can explore, but you're brought to a halt because Zeff was still holding onto your backpack. “What’s wrong?”

Before he even answers you, he unzips your bag and starts rummaging through it, “I just want to make sure what you packed is edible.”

You groan in annoyance, “Dad, I know how to cook! Have some faith in me!” You squirm in an attempt to get away, but his strength surpasses yours by a wide margin.

Entirely unsympathetic to your protest, Zeff pulls out your lunch box and pops the lid off, scrutinizing it. He lets out a quiet ‘tsk’, then snaps it shut before pulling his own out of his bag, “Unacceptable. Here, just take mine.”

“There's nothing wrong with it, you're just being difficult!” Ignoring the one being offered to you, you lunge forward in an attempt to grab your own.

Zeff easily side steps you and holds it out of reach, “I'm being difficult? That's rich coming from you. Just take the damn thing.”

His attitude makes you huff and cross your arms. “You know, I'm starting to think that the reason you keep swapping our lunches is because you like my food more than your own.”

“Oh, please. Now you're just getting full of yourself,” he rolls his eyes dramatically. Which is precisely what you wanted.

As soon as his eyes leave you, you leap up and grab your lunchbox. Your feet hit the ground, and you immediately break into a sprint, running in a random direction. You can't help but laugh when you look over your shoulder and see your dad looking visibly startled.

“I'll see you later! Love you!” With that said, you return your focus to what's in front of you.

All of the fallen structures makes it hard to decide where to even begin. You slow to a jog as you survey your surroundings, hoping to see something, anything, that sticks out and screams ‘There's treasure over here!’ to you. Alas, it doesn't seem like it's going to be that easy.

What you were seeing, however, was more of the corpses. You were already able to get a whiff of them from the ship, but now you were in the thick of it. The grotesquely sickly sweet smell of death was assaulting your senses and threatening to make you lose your breakfast, but you managed to keep it down despite the rising bile at the back of your throat. Vomiting would only make this place smell even worse.

Despite knowing that it was a poor idea, your eyes couldn’t help but drift to the dead surrounding you. The bodies were bloated and a white foam was dripping from many of their mouths. Some of them had their organs spilling out, either from the attack or as a result of scavenging wildlife tearing them open. There was also a mix of disembodied limbs scattered all over from the bodies that weren’t able to stay together under the force of the buster call. Both bodies and limbs had insects swarming around them. Your stomach once again threatened to revolt when you saw maggots writhing in the hollowed out eye sockets of a nearby corpse.

You come to a stop after a while in an area where the bodies were more sparse and shrug the rucksack off your shoulders. If Zeff had given chase, he absolutely would have caught up with you by now. Might as well put your lunch away before you drop it and waste the food. That, and frankly you doubted that you would be having anything resembling an appetite before you returned to the ship. And took a long shower. You unzip it and put the meal away, but then you hear something.

clang clang clang

The noise distracts you from the task at hand, and you pause to listen closely to ensure you aren't just hearing things.

clang clang clang

Okay, you definitely heard that. But exactly was ‘that’? Did one of your crewmates find something? Maybe they were able to uncover one of the vaults Zeff had mentioned.

Regardless of what it was, it sounded like they needed help with it. You zip your backpack shut and put it back on quickly before hurrying in the direction of the noise. It didn't sound far away. You're pretty sure they're just on the other side of this pile of rubble.

Climbing it is a little challenging. The crumbling bricks and stones keep shifting under your hands and feet as you scale the pile, but you eventually get to the top and look down. While you hadn't necessarily known what to expect, it certainly wasn't what you saw.

Someone was at the bottom, but it wasn't anyone from your crew. You lower yourself, pressing your body down against the torched building materials as much as you can to avoid detection as you assess the situation at hand.

The person- male, it would seem- was sitting down and holding a rock. On his head was what appeared to be an iron helmet that completely obscured his face, at least from your point of view; though you could see what appeared to be blond hair sticking out of the bottom of it. His clothes were torn and burnt, and what you could see of his body wasn't any better. He was covered in injuries from the neck down. Cuts, bruises, and burns littered his skin and left him encapsulated in a sheen of red. His chest is heaving, and you're able to hear his ragged breaths from where you're hiding. Then he raises the rock and brings it down on the front part of his helmet. He does this over and over again, seemingly trying to break it.

Was this… a survivor? It makes sense considering the severity of his injuries. But how did he survive a buster call? Your dad said that no one ever survived after one of those. But what your dad said doesn't matter right now. This person needs help, and you're going to give it to him. You push yourself up onto your feet and call down to him, “Hey!”

The stranger damn near jumps out of his skin, dropping the rock and scrambling back as his head snaps up to you. You're able to see that there's a slat in the helmet for his eyes, and they're wide and terrified.

Oh, right. He's clearly been through a lot. Yelling at him probably wasn't your best call. You hold out your arms in a placating manner as you carefully begin making your way down to him.

“Sorry about that, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I just want to help.” The voice you speak in is much more calm and soft now, but he doesn't look any less scared. You make it to the bottom, stumbling a bit when you make the final leap.

Now that you're right in front of him, you pick up on a detail you had previously missed. This man was emaciated. It looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Looking at his helmet, you think you can surmise why. The slat in it is only wide enough for his eyes. Both his nose and mouth are covered. Even if he could find food in this wasteland, he wouldn't be able to eat it.

Taking slow, steady steps towards the trembling survivor, you speak to him again, “It is stuck? Your helmet, I mean. Do you want me to help you get it off?”

He shrinks back more, but he responds to your question, “K-Key… I can't find the key.” His voice stuck out to you. He sounded so young. You had assumed him to be a man, but it sounded more like he was a boy.

It needs a key? Your eyes widened at the new information. Finding a key in all of the rubble would be next to impossible, and that's you generously assuming that it wasn't broken. But… you do know how to lock pick a bit. It'd be worth a shot.

You pull out a bobby pin from your hair and hold it up for him to see. “I know a thing or two about picking a lock. Will you let me try? Please?”

For a moment, all that he does is stare at you, and you're worried that he's going to be too scared to let you help him. But then he nods slowly and turns around, presenting you with the back of his helmet where the keyhole is.

A sigh of relief escapes you at the cooperation, and you mutter a quiet thank you as you approach him. The plethora of tears and burns in his shirt gives you an all too clear visual of how dire his state is. You can clearly make out every vertebrae in his spine from how underweight he is. The wounds on his back are severe and showing very obvious signs of infection. The sour smell of it makes your face scrunch up and you have to suppress a gag. If it weren’t for the rotting corpses desensitizing your sense of smell, you’re not sure you would have been able to.

What you need to focus on is getting this helmet off, then you can escort him to the ship and pray that doctor Chervil happened to stay behind. You start to jab your hair pin into the lock, hoping that it's simple and will click open easily.

It takes a few tries, but it thankfully unlocks without much hassle. First you hear the click of the lock, then what sounds like a metal plate dropping. The boy's hands jut up and grab the helmet. He hunches over as he frantically tries to pull it off, prompting you to leap into action to help him. You move to be in front of him and hook your fingers under the base of the helmet.

The damned thing is holding onto his head with everything it's got. You're about to leave to run down one of your crewmates to help when it finally gives. It pops off, sending you stumbling back and falling onto your rear.

Landing ass first onto a bunch of bricks and stones is enough to leave you groaning in pain and needing a moment to collect yourself. By the time you refocus on the matter at hand, the boy is on his knees and hunched over. His hands are threaded through his lengthy, clumped together hair as he rocks himself back and forth.

Your eyes drop down to the helmet in your hands. What's most striking about it is the weight. It was heavy. Carrying it in your arms would become uncomfortable after a short while. You can't imagine what it would be like to wear it.

And how long had he been wearing this thing for?

The helmet is tossed away as you get to your feet. You carefully approach the boy, then sit down across from him, close but with a respectful distance. As much as you want to rush him back to the ship, he's so skittish that you're afraid he'll run away if you push too hard. You've already earned at least a little bit of trust from him, you don't want to throw it all away. It's obvious that he won't be able to survive much longer if left alone.

His rocking stops as soon as you sit down. Through his shaggy hair, you can faintly make out his eyes intently staring at you, watching closely for any indication that he needs to act in the name of self preservation.

Slowly, so as to not spook him, you hold out your hand to him. “I'm (Y/N). What's your name?”

All that you get in response is his prolonged stare flitting between your face and outstretched hand. His own hands remained firmly planted in his hair and showed no signs of returning your friendly gesture. Understandable, you suppose. With everything he has going on, it's not hard to imagine why he might not be paying mind to things like social etiquette. Poor thing is seriously injured and starving.

Starving…

That's right! You have food on you right now. Your hand is withdrawn and you hastily shrug off your backpack. The quick movement makes the survivor flinch, but you don't stop your movements, instead choosing to sooth him with words.

“It's okay, I'm just getting something for you. You're hungry, right?” The question was entirely rhetoric, but you were talking to fill the silence. The lunchbox is pulled out, and you smile as you crack open the lid and hold it out to him, “Here. It's all yours.”

Despite your words of encouragement, all that he does is stare at it, visibly dumbfounded. After a moment of inaction on his part, you take initiative and pick up the spoon. You scoop up a good-sized bite of food and bring it to his lips, “It's good, I promise. I made it myself.”

Finally, much to your relief, he opens his mouth, allowing you to feed him. The spoon is withdrawn and you focus your attention on getting another mouthful for him.

Soft cries catch your attention, and when you look back, you can see tears running down his face. His head is raised enough that you can finally get a good look at him. Not only did he sound young, he looked it too. Early teens if you had to guess. His sallow face served to emphasize how large and round his blue eyes were, and you could see some patchy attempts at facial hair growing on his chin and upper lip. You also couldn't help but take note of the way his eyebrows were… swirled? That's a first for you.

He hiccups and lets out a sob, “It's so good…”

There's a painful pang in your heart at the sight, but you force a smile onto your face while holding out the lunchbox to him again, “Well, there's more where that came from. Please, take it.”

After a moment of hesitation, his shaky hands reach for it, brushing against yours in the process. You keep your hands on it for a second to ensure that he has a good grip on it before relinquishing your hold. Now that you've seemingly gotten through to him, he's enthusiastically wolfing down the meal. You doubt that it'll last more than a minute or two. A part of you questions if giving him this much food is really a good idea given his current state, but your desire to get anything into him overrides that fear.

Movement under his shirt catches your eye and momentarily leaves you simultaneously confused and disturbed. Was he infested with insects like the bodies? But wait, that lump under his shirt is too big to be some bugs. What the hell is that?

Then, a small head pokes out through a hole in his shirt, by the shoulder. It was a small, gray rat. Its nose wiggles as it sniffs the air, then quickly climbs the rest of the way out of his shirt and scurries down the boy’s arm. You’re about to try to smack it off him when you see Sanji stop eating long enough to grab a piece of food, then hand it to the rat. He rubs the top of its head with his finger for a second before resuming his meal.

Is that rat his pet? Must be. You can’t help but be touched by the fact that he was willing to share his food with something most people, yourself included, saw as nothing more than a pest. It makes you feel a little bad for wanting to get rid of it.

While he eats, your mind is running in all directions as you scramble to figure out what to do? A part of you wants to leave him here and bring the help to him due to his weakened state, but you're afraid that you won't be able to find him again if you do. Given the state of this place, everything looks the same. And with the way he's nestled in what is effectively a valley between mounds of destroyed buildings, it would be really hard to spot him.

Your attention flits back to the survivor. He already finished your lunch and was now licking the container clean. Maybe he'll have the energy to walk with you to the ship now that he has some food in him. It isn't too far away, and you're optimistic that he trusts you enough to agree to follow you. Yeah. That seems like the best course of action.

With a plan settled on, you nod to yourself and reach down to unclip the canteen on your belt. You unscrew the lid and hold it out to the boy with a smile, “Thirsty?”

The smallest hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he takes it from you, then guzzles the water inside of it. His smile gives you more hope that he'll be willing to cooperate with you. He stops drinking momentarily, then cups his hand and pours a small amount of water into it for the rat who eagerly starts lapping it up.

Making conversation about his pet should help to get him more comfortable with you. “Is that your pet? Does the little guy have a name?”

His eyes drift down to his companion, a small smile still gracing his lips as he nods. He gently pets the rodent again as he speaks in a soft, albeit scratchy, voice, “Yeah… his name is Choux.”

“That’s a cute name.” You scoot closer and reach out to scratch Choux’s head. The rat allows you to, even leaning into your touch. “He’s so sweet. You must have taken really good care of him.”

“I tried to… He’s all I have.” The somber statement makes your heart ache. You can’t imagine what he’s been through. Not just from surviving a buster call, but whatever he must have endured prior to that. Based off that weird helmet he was wearing when you first saw him, he may have been a prisoner. And if his cell was underground, that could explain how he didn’t perish with everyone else.

The last thing you want is for his miraculous survival to be in vain. You need to get him some help as soon as possible. Just as you're about to ask him if he felt like he could handle a brief walk, you're interrupted by the sound of some bricks rolling down the pile to your right.

Your new friend cowers immediately and snaps his head up in the direction that the bricks came from, and his pet scurries back into the safety of his shirt. You follow his gaze, and what you see is the biggest relief.

“Dad! I'm so glad that you're here! I found a survivor and he's hurt real bad! We need to get him back to the ship!” You jump up onto your feet and wave at him as if he can't already see you.

Zeff is staring down at the two of you with an unreadable expression. Before you can make a move to climb up and tell him everything, the boy latches onto your arm and pulls you down. The move is unexpected enough to make you lose your balance and fall back with a yelp. The second that you're on the ground, his arms wrap around you, pressing you against his chest.

When you turn your head to look at him, his eyes are wide and his teeth are bared. His posture reminds you of a terrified, cornered animal.

In an attempt to soothe him, you gingerly rub one of his arms, being mindful to not touch the many wounds on it. “Hey, it's okay. That's my dad. He might look tough, but he's nice. I promise,” your voice is low and you try to make it as soothing as possible so as to not rattle his nerves any more than you already have.

“A survivor? Is that so?” Zeff is slowly making his way down to you, and the boy's hold tightens on you with each step. He scrambles back, dragging you along with him.

It doesn't take long for Zeff to get to the bottom, and when he does, he effortlessly grabs your arms and wrenches you out of the boy’s grasp. He eyes you up, presumably checking for injuries. His next words confirm that, “Did he do anything to you?”

“No, no! Nothing like that! I found him when I was looking around. He had this helmet,” you point over to where it's laying, “on his head, so I helped him take it off. And then I gave him my lunch since he's starving. Which, might I add, he said was really good.”

“Look at the state of him. He would call dog food gourmet.”

“Be nice!” you swat at Zeff’s arm with a scowl on your face. You shake your head, reminding yourself to stay focused. “Whatever. We need to get him back to the ship. He needs help. Is the doctor still on board?”

Zeff doesn't answer at first, instead choosing to stare down at the boy. The survivor is pressed up against a pile with a rock clutched in his hand, but with how hard he's trembling it's hardly an intimidating display.

“What's your name, kid?”

You're about to admonish Zeff for focusing on such a detail right now, but he holds up his hand to silence you. You heave a sigh, but keep quiet. Admittedly, you are still curious about what the boy's name is since he refused to say it earlier.

At this question, the boy bristles and shifts uncomfortably. He looks down at the ground and squeezes the rock tighter before quietly muttering, “I… don't have one.”

“Well, we have to call you something.” Zeff examines him, arms crossed and drumming his fingers on his side. You aren't sure if he's trying to think of a name, or if he's hoping that the boy will cave and fess up if he waits long enough.

You decide to brainstorm a name for him as well. Whether he was being truthful about not having a name or simply didn't want to associate with his old one anymore, you wanted to give him a new one.

Regrettably, it would seem that every name you've ever heard has evaporated from your brain. You stare hard at the nameless boy, hoping that you'll note something about him that inspires a name. Your gaze settles on his unique eyebrows that you had gawked at earlier, and it hits you.

“What about Arlette?”

The swirl of his brows reminded you of the buttery, cinnamon flavored pastry Zeff made with you a while back when you were sailing through a winter climate. You just hope that the boy won't be offended over being named after a dessert.

Much to your relief, his blue eyes shine, and he perks up at the proposed name. He nods vigorously and you get another glimpse at his ghost of a smile.

“Arlette… I'm Arlette.” His voice was just as hoarse as it had been before, but there was a glimmer of emotion to it now. A wide smile breaks out across your face at the sight of him being happy. But, happy or not, he was still in rough shape. There really wasn't time to waste.

You tug on the jacket sitting on Zeff’s shoulders to get his attention, “Hey, is Chervil still on the ship? You didn't answer me before.”

“No, he isn't. He thought it would be best to be out walking around in case anyone hurt themselves while climbing on all this mess.”

Dammit. That isn't convenient at all. Who knows where he even is right now. You gnaw on your lip, feeling unsure of what to do now.

“You're dead set on helping this kid, aren't you?” Zeff heaves a sigh and shakes his head, “You're too damn soft to be a pirate, you know that?”

His comment is eye roll inducing to you, and you're quick to retort, “Yeah, well who raised me to be this way, dad? Hm?”

You make your way over to Arlette and pull him to his feet. He wobbles a bit at first, then finds his balance, but his hands don't leave yours.

“Didn't I just talk to you about sassing me, you brat?” He turns his head, pretending to examine the horizon or whatever excuse he would elect to use this time if pressed for one, but you can see the smile tugging at his lips. “Just worry about getting Arlette there to the ship. I'll go run down Chervil.”

There's the Zeff you know and love. “Thanks, dad! You're the best.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know I am. Just go.” He waves you off as he turns his back to you.

Not needing to be told twice, you keep a firm grip on one of Arlette's hands as you begin to climb. It's going to be a slow process, you can already tell, but you know better than to try and push him to go faster than he can handle.

You've only made a few feet of progress when Zeff calls out to you again, “Wait.”

He quickly climbs up to where you two are and pulls off his jacket, then drops it onto Arlette's shoulders. “He's such a damn twig that he's going to freeze as soon as the wind hits him.” Typical of Zeff after doing a kind thing, he makes himself scarce, lest he hear someone (you) point it out. In the time it takes you to blink, he’s already scaled the rubble and vanished from sight.

A quiet chuckle escapes you, and you turn your head to look at Arlette, “See? Told you he was nice. He's just grumpy about people noticing that fact.”

Arlette is staring down at the jacket with a perplexed look on his face. His free hand comes up and his fingers ghost over it as if to confirm that it’s really there. Choux makes a reappearance, popping out of Arlette’s shirt yet again and sniffing at the coat. He climbs out, then scurries over to a pocket on the breast of the jacket before happily curling up inside of it with his head poking out just enough to be able to see.

Zeff probably isn’t going to be all too happy about you bringing a rodent onto the ship, but you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. The last thing you want to do is separate Arlette from his dear pet.

You gently tug on Arlette’s hand to encourage him to keep moving, which he does, “So, Arlette, have you ever been on a pirate ship before?”

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