#but he said it to me again before i went to my room just now and it's like. ok. shut up.

[dlwritings]

November 6, 2024 | Rafe Cameron

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pairing - Rafe x reader word count - 1,827 warnings - political talk, anti-T*ump rhetoric A/N - Who would've thought the shit show state of our world would inspire me to write again. I know for a lot of us everything feels really broken right now, and I know it may seem silly to some, but for me, writing feels like healing, even if it's just something like this. So here you all are. Rafe probably votes red, but here's a world where he doesn't. Also, if you're a T*umper, go ahead and unfollow me. I can't have any of that in my life. I'm so serious.

summary - The results of the 2024 election hit you pretty hard, and you end up taking your rage out on Rafe. Turns out, Rafe's hopes for the future looked a lot like yours.

You and Rafe didn’t talk about politics. You knew better than to broach the topic with him, because you weren’t naive. One glance at him and anyone could guess how he voted.

But that didn’t mean you had to like it.

The two of you had been dating for about six months, and for the most part, it was smooth sailing. It was gossip fuel for most people on the island for a few weeks -you being a pogue and Rafe being … who he was- but like most drama in Kildaire, it didn’t stay at the forefront of people’s minds for long before another thing came and stole back everyone’s attention.

And the thing on everyone’s mind right now was the election. The election that had you donned in blue on your way to the polls, a huge smile on your face as you filled in the bubble that would make history. Hope filled you in a way you were sure it never had before.

Until the next day.

Waking up and opening social media to see the results had already come in was enough to break your spirit completely. How could this have happened? How could the country have failed so many people?

Then again, how had you been so naive to believe in the possibility of any other outcome?

You shut yourself off from the world for most of the day. You went to work and gave polite smiles and nods to your coworkers as needed, but you did your best to spend the majority of your time locked in your office, alone. You didn’t dare to open social media, knowing every MAGA post from the bigots of the Figure 8 would bring tears to your eyes.

It wasn’t until you were at home on your couch that you decided to brave Instagram. Before scrolling through your feed, you added a black screen with a simple blue heart to your story and wrote the words, When we fight, we win.

You thought it was harmless. A simple story that showed your feelings without being overly dramatic. The last thing you wanted to do was act irrational by doing something crazy like storming the capitol. Because that would just be insane.

Unfortunately, the people who followed you saw it as anything but harmless. They saw it as an opening to send you the most heinous, revolting messages you had ever read. Your notifications blew up within minutes, and some of them were so borderline terrifying that you locked your phone and threw it across the room, once again leaving you in a puddle of tears.

You heard your front door open, and you cursed to yourself. In all the chaos of the news, it escaped your mind that it was Wednesday, and Rafe always brought pizza to your apartment on Wednesdays. You had once mentioned in passing that you liked a pick-me-up halfway through a week, and Rafe took it upon himself to provide you with that. Normally, it was one of your favorite parts of the week. Today, Rafe was one of the last people you wanted to see.

“Babe!” he called out upon his entrance. “I got your favorite!”

You met him in the kitchen, and by one look at your face, Rafe’s own expression dropped. “What’s going on?”

You swallowed back the lump in your throat. “I think you should go.”

“What?” he said, dropping the pizza on the counter and walking over to you. With each step he took toward you, you took one step back. He stopped quickly, a frown painted on his face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

The words made something snap inside you, and your fists clenched at your sides. “What’s wrong?” you repeated. “What’s wrong? How about fucking everything, Rafe! Everything’s wrong, and you not seeing that is part of the problem! You are part of the problem!”

Rafe was, in a word, flabbergasted. He ran through the past 24 hours, trying to think of something he had done wrong, but he was coming up short. “Okay, I’m-” He let out an exasperated laugh. “I’m trying to understand, but you’ve got to give me something more here. What did I do?”

“You-” You let out a huff of a breath and ended up speaking through gritted teeth. “You and your stupid fucking MAGA Kook friends voted for a convicted felon to run our country! You voted for a man who wants to throw away my rights. You voted for a man who has raped a multitude of women and brags about it!”

Rafe’s eyes were wide as he held his hands up and shook his head. “Hang on-”

“No, Rafe!” you shouted, pushing him back as he tried to get closer to you again. “For the entire time we’ve dated, I’ve danced around the talk of politics, because I knew better. I knew a rich ass white guy from the south would vote for another rich ass white guy to run our country, but I guess I naively thought it wouldn’t matter. That the poor guys would get a win for fucking once this time. For once I thought the good guys would win and that a white man would have to face the consequences of his actions. But you-” You laughed bitterly. “You of all people know that privileged ass white men never ever have to face the consequences of their actions.”

You were hitting him where it hurt, and you knew it, but you were hurt. You and every woman like you had been holding in years of pain and hurt, and for you and many others, today was the day it was all going to come out.

“Baby, if you just let me-”

“Let you?” you laughed incredulously. “You and your fellow MAGA guys have clearly shown me I don’t have to let you do anything anymore.”

“What does that mean?” he asked.

You fished your phone out of your pocket, unlocked it, and shoved it in his face to show him all of the nasty messages you were receiving. Things like, “Your body, my choice,” “whomp whomp go make me a sandwich,” and “Guess what? Men win again” had flooded your DMs, and while you didn’t know it, Rafe was clocking every username and making a very specific list in his head.

“So maybe you can understand why I’m angry, Rafe,” you said, taking the phone back out of his hand and putting it in your pocket again. “I thought I could cancel out your vote, but I guess I forgot that meant you could cancel mine.”

“Ba-”

“I want you to leave, Rafe.”

“But I didn’t-”

“Fucking, go, Rafe!” you shouted. “Let me be angry and let me be alone!”

With a clenched jaw, Rafe gave a short nod. “Okay,” he whispered. “Fine.” It looked like he wanted to say more, but he refrained, instead turning around and heading out the door, leaving you in a mess of tears.

The next day, you called off from work. Maybe it was dramatic, but you didn’t care. You knew if one person even looked at you in a way you didn’t like, you’d lose any composure you had, and you couldn’t afford to lose your job for yelling at your boss.

You had the full intention to stay in bed all day, but the relentless knock at your door around 10AM proved that to be impossible. You felt some sense of relief, knowing it at least wouldn’t be another political petitioner.

Instead, perhaps just as unfortunately, it was Rafe.

You let out a heavy sigh. “What do you want, Rafe?”

He held out his hand which had a coffee cup in it from your favorite shop. “I went to your work, but your boss said you were sick,” he said. “I bought you coffee.” You took it, but didn’t say anything -just looked at him with raised eyebrows, as if to say, Anything else? “Can we please talk?” he said.

“I don’t know what there is to say, Rafe,” you sighed. Still, you stepped aside and let him in, not wanting your neighbors to bear witness to whatever argument was about to ensue. “I know we’re different -I’ve always known that- but I don’t think I can handle being this kind of different anymore.” You plopped yourself onto the sofa, expecting Rafe to sit next to you. Instead, he crouched in front of you so he was just slightly looking up at you.

“Baby, I didn’t vote for him.”

Your lips parted slightly in shock, and you felt tears instantly pool in your eyes.

“What?” you whispered.

“Yeah, of course I didn’t vote for him,” he said. He reached up to turn around the hat he was wearing backwards to reveal a Harris-Walz cap, and you let out a noise that was a mix of a gasp and a little laugh. “I know I’ve fucked up before baby,” he said. “And in other elections, yeah, I usually vote red. But this-” He shook his head and squeezed your knees. “This is different. And I know that. And I’d be an absolute moron to think that tax cuts for me are more important than basic rights for you.”

You moved to kneel on the floor next to him and held his face in your hands before leaning forward to place a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, you kept your forehead against his. “I was so mean to you yesterday,” you whispered. “I didn’t-”

“It wasn’t anything I didn’t deserve,” he said. “I know that I am living in a world that was pretty much tailor made for me. And I know I should be in fucking prison for all the shit I’ve done, and so should he. And I know that none of what I’m saying right now changes the bullshit I’ve done, but I figured I should at least use all this fucking privilege I have and try to help people who don’t have it. Because you-” He paused to press a kiss to your lips. “-have taught me so much about being a good person. And I’m not going to vote against that.”

“I wasn’t a good person yesterday,” you mumbled.

“You were reacting to an unfortunately historic event,” he said. “You had every right to lose it. And you can keep losing it, and I will be by your side for every minute of it, okay?”

You nodded and gave him a soft smile. “Okay.”

He smiled back and nodded. “Okay.”

You and Rafe decided to spend the rest of the day together, sometimes talking, sometimes just sitting in the quiet. When you suggested putting on a movie, Rafe agreed. He let you choose, no complaints, and watched as you searched for the Barbie movie. You cried at all the usual parts, sometimes a bit harder than normal, but Rafe understood.

It is literally impossible to be a woman.

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[mugloversonly]

Meaningless? (I love you)

“You’re breaking up with me?” Steve whispered.

Eddie knocked on his door for their usual Saturday date and said he wanted to call off their “arrangement”.

“Steve, don’t be mean” Eddie sighed as he wiped his eyes.

“Mean? My boyfriend dumps me out of the blue and I’m being mean?” He scoffed. He opened his mouth to say something else but frozen when he heard a sob tear out of Eddie’s throat before he covered his mouth to smother the rest.

“Fuck you Steve Harrington.” He whispered. “I’ve been waiting months for you to call me that. And the first time you do is because you won’t be getting your dick wet anymore?” Eddie marched up to Steve and shoved a finger into his chest.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked now throughly confused.

“Steve, we’ve been fucking for months and I’ve been waiting for you to see me. Really see me. But it’s like you look at me and all you see is a willing toy.” He shuddered a breath.

“When was the last time we hung out one on one?” Eddie asked.

“Last week!” Steve exclaimed ready to defend himself. But Eddie scoffed.

“Steve, you came over to ‘watch a movie’ but didn’t even bother to pretend to sit down before your tongue was down my throat. You got dressed and left before we even caught our breath!” Eddie shouted. Steve went to speak but Eddie barreled right over him. “And the time before that when I came to your place, I barely had my shoes off before you dragged me up the stairs. Afterward you tossed a wet wash cloth onto my chest and ran to the kitchen. When I came down to talk to you, you kept your back to me and said bye in the most dismissive tone I’ve ever heard. What about that would make me feel anything except used?”

Steve didn’t have a response. He really liked Eddie and he thought they’d been dating this entire time, but he was starting to see what Eddie saw.

“You don’t hold my hand in private, you won’t even sit next to me in public. We’ve never cuddled! Not once! You won’t kiss me without it leading to something more. We never spend time together one on one unless it’s to fuck. And you have the audacity to sit there and act surprised that I don’t want to be a meaningless fuck for the guy I’m in love with?!”

Eddie’s eyes widened as he slapped a hand over his mouth. The tears that dried during his rant picked up again in rivers down his cheeks.

“Eddie” Steve whispered, his heart in pieces. He stepped forward to take Eddie’s hand but he watched in horror as Eddie shook his head and backed up until his back hit the door.

“I didn’t mean to say that last bit.” Eddie whispered. “I’m gonna go.” He turned to yank the door open but Steve couldn’t let him leave just yet.

“I’m in love with you too Eddie.” He said confidently. Eddie froze with his head bowed.

“Steve…please don’t. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” He whispered.

“I’ll prove it.” He said smiling softly when Eddie turned to him.

“How?”

~~~

Steve led the way to his room after reassuring Eddie multiple times they weren’t going to do anything.

“Gotta say Steve, standing in your bedroom right now is not making me feel better.” Steve snorted before gesturing to the closet.

“Open it.” He said. Eddie warily opened the door and was immediately assaulted with the scent of flowers. Bouquets of all shapes, sizes, and flowers littered the floor. Dozens of candy boxes were stacked in a neat pile. A bin of letters sat to the side. He reached in and pulled a letter off the top. It was addressed to him with a little heart by his name.

“Steve, what is all this?” He asked as he turned around.

“Proof.” Was the reply. Eddie stared at the letter in his hand before gingerly opening it.

To my dearest Eddie,

I’m not good with words, that’s all you. But I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while that you are amazing. The light to my dark, the sun to my moon.

Most people would look at us and think of you as the moon but to me, you lead me from the dark, your glow fills me with warmth, and I want nothing more than to bask in it. Your light is so bright I want to do everything to reflect it back to you even a fraction of the amount.

I love you,

Yours Stevie

Eddie didn’t realize he was crying again until Steve handed him a tissue.

“They’re all like that.” He admitted when their eyes met. “I’ve written one nearly every day since I knew I loved you.” Eddie looked back at the box, there were way more than he would have expected.

“When did you write the first one?” He asked shyly.

“The day you woke up.” He replied. Eddie’d been in a coma for three weeks after the upside down.

“But that was months before we even started…” he trailed off. “You’ve been in love with me for that long?” He asked in awe as he stepped closer.

“Yeah.” Steve whispered.

“Why didn’t you ever give me the letters? Or the flowers or chocolate?” He asked now even more confused than he was when he arrived.

“I didn’t know if this was a thing guys did. I didn’t want you to think I was treating you like a girl.” Steve explained. He wrapped his arms around Eddie and kissed the top of his head. “But I didn’t realize that I was making you feel like you were a meaningless fuck. You’re not.” He pulled back to look deep into his eyes. The hazel shined with unshed tears. “I will never forgive myself for hurting you, but I promise to do everything I can to make it up to you okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie whispered shyly. “I trust you.”

“Just to be super clear, if you never wanted to have sex again, I would still want to be with you. In fact,” Steve pulled him from the closet. “Can we start over? We’ll go slow, go on dates, and I can do all the things I’ve been wanting to do but was too scared?”

“I’d like that.” Eddie said with a smile. He kissed Steve on the cheek. “I’m not going to lie, I like having sex with you. But I’m really excited to be wooed.” He chuckled.

The next few months were better than Eddie could have imagined. Steve told all their friends they were dating, sat next to him at every opportunity, took him on dates, and held him close.

They cuddled, kissed, and held hands all the time now. Soft kisses just to kiss. Hard kisses that lead to making out but no further.

And when they did finally go all the way again, Steve held him tight to his chest well after their sweat cooled. He carried him to the bathroom and washed him in the shower, slowly as if he was a precious gem. When they were in a hurry, Steve took the time to wipe him off with the wet cloth and helped him redress.

Eddie told Steve he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to, but when he thought back to the closet full of flowers, chocolates, and the box of letters filled with words of devotion, he knew Steve wasn’t pretending.

And the next time Steve called Eddie his boyfriend, he knew it wasn’t a desperate attempt to keep him around, but a joyful declaration of their love.

steddie au where eddie thinks they're just hooking up because steve never treats him like all his previous girlfriends, but steve thinks they're dating and the relationship is only different because it's Gay. he's just trying to follow eddie's lead without making a fool of himself (he keeps buying gifts and flowers then shoving them into the back of his closet because he doesn't want eddie to think he's "treating him like a girl")

[raysrambles]

on the day the election results got announced, one of my friends wasn't at school. she was the friend that I had the most classes with, and I remember as the hours ticked by the painful knowledge that she wasn't sick, not physically, but that she just couldn't bear to be there that day.

i overheard classmates talking. "how are you?" asked one; in a broken voice, another: "I don't know".

"I'm scared," was the most common sentence I heard that day. "i can't live like this," said someone in the hallway; "we've still got each other," said another in what I desperately wanted to believe was hope.

"I prayed last night for the first time since I was five," said a friend of a friend; I looked out the classroom window at the cloudy sky and wondered if there was a god, and if he had heard them.

I watched people break down crying in the middle of class. by the end of the day, several kids had left school early.

"I need to get out of here," I said to my friends at lunch. "we're not going to make it another four years," said one of them grimly. how dystopian, how orwellian was it that a group of seventeen year olds were so casually discussing their escape from the country they had grown up in, the country that had raised them only to throw them to the dirt before they were even able to vote?

after school i drove to another school for a debate tournament. one of the judges who I hadn't seen in a year and with whom I'd only had one or two conversations came up to me and asked "how are you doing?"

"could be better," I admitted, "but I'm surviving." that was a bit of an understatement; there were tears in my eyes even as I spoke.

"I'm here," she told me, this woman who I hardly knew, and I realized that she was asking because she remembered one of our only interactions, a year ago, where I had casually mentioned being trans--

--and her gaze flitted down to my shoes, where back then I had had beads in the colors of the trans flag, beads that weren't there anymore, not because of any change in myself but that of the world around me.

"I'm here," she said again, and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I managed a "thanks", not trusting myself to say anything else.

that night I went onto Instagram. someone I hadn't spoken to since we fell out over a year ago had texted me a simple "I love you and am with you" type of message. all of my friends and even people I hardly knew were posting about the election, and I remembered

back when Biden was elected, the Republicans I saw online reacted with hatred, disgust, doubt for his abilities

but now all I saw from the ones who had lost this battle was fear

when the other side lost, they had the privilege of hatred

now that we've lost, all we can do is fear.

terrified sixteen, seventeen, eighteen year olds, in flurries of messages to long-gone friends and frantic posts. I had never felt more united, and yet I could not relish in our closeness because I knew it was not the closeness of friends but the closeness of soldiers too young for war, huddling close as their imminent death rained down from the sky, searching for some last comfort at the end of their too-short stories.

"I won't pretend this isn't as bad as it is," I typed out, "honestly I'm freaking scared. But we owe it to ourselves not to let this be the end of our beliefs.

"We still know we're right, even if the government doesn't agree. We're still all in this together.

"Love to everyone who's affected by this. I'm right here with you. Stay safe everyone."

I posted the Instagram story, praying to a god I didn't know that the words were true.

the next night when the house and senate election results came in, I cried, and it was not pretty crying, it was a child wracked with sobs in the dark on the floor of their room because they were only seventeen and terrified for their future.

I spent a long time writing that night, something I do to process my thoughts when everything is too much. I will simply offer this passage, which I think speaks for itself.

"Shall I tell them I am afraid because of the election? Shall I tell them that all day I have felt like a child masquerading as a man, scared of the boogeyman as i am scared of the fascist-like creature whose grasp is tightening and whose claws never cease, closing in on lives like a predator its prey? That I am a child scared of insignificance, of a fate I did not choose, of becoming a meaningless name among many, not of democracy falling but of not being the one who felled it?"

So to everyone celebrating the election, I'm glad that you're happy, truly I am. But I ask you to think of me and my friends, still children, most of us not quite old enough to even have our say in this country, as you laugh and rejoice and mock all of us who you defeated.

How many times must we cry, must we fall, must we watch each other die before enough will be enough?

Will it ever be enough?

[sunkifye]

brozoned

pairing— bsf nishimura riki x fem reader

genre— fluff, high school au

synopsis— riki’s crush can’t seem to stop calling him “bro”

warnings— teasing, probably grammatical errors

word count— 621

author’s note— pulled this bad boy outta my drafts

“ok class, looks like we’re done early. just stay in your seats and wait for the bell to ring before leaving!” your math teacher ordered while erasing the board.

“just a few more minutes until lunch,” you said as you began to answer a question on your math homework.

“finally, I’m starving” riki complained while watching you. you sat at the desk next to him, working diligently on the homework your teacher had just assigned.

“we just spent 40 minutes straight doing math problems, why are you doing even more math?” riki asked, somewhat disgusted.

“so I have less homework to do later,” you stated simply, picking up your calculator and punching in some numbers.

“I feel like you’re always doing homework,” riki replied.

“bro what?? I don’t think so,” you shrugged while writing down a number.

“oh really? then what else do you do?” riki asked.

“uhmm… well…” you started, beginning to lose focus on your homework.

“see? you don’t do anything else but study, you’re so boringgg,” riki said, rolling his eyes.

“me? boring? yeah right!” you scoffed, permanently shifting your attention away from your homework and now to riki.

“this is why you don’t have a boyfriend,” riki teased, which only made you more annoyed.

“excuse me?! I’ll have you know that I could easily get a boyfriend if I wanted one!” you defended yourself which only made riki laugh.

“what’s so funny?! you’re single too, idiot!” you snapped, making riki go silent.

“I don’t even think you have a crush on anyone because you’re such an anti-romantic,” you rolled your eyes before going back to working on your homework. but now riki was completely silent and the sudden silence was slowly killing you on the inside.

“you don’t have a crush on anyone…right?” you asked, looking back up at riki. he looked away, which made you go “ooooh” in a curious tone.

“so you dooo have a crush? tell me who it is!!” you insisted but riki shook his head no.

“tell me! tell me! tell meeee!” you begged, poking his shoulder.

“it doesn’t really matter. I don’t think I have a good chance with her anyways,” riki stated, hoping that you would stop bugging him.

“what do you mean ‘you don’t have a good chance?’” you asked, even more intrigued than before.

“well…” riki sighed, accepting his fate. he knew he had to tell you or else you wouldn’t stop annoying him.

“she keeps brozoning me…” riki admitted, making you tilt your head in confusion.

“brozoning you?” you asked.

“yeah, like she’s always calling me ‘bro.’ so I don’t think she likes me,” riki explained, which made you furrow your eyebrows.

“brooo that doesn’t even matter though,” you replied, trying to reassure riki.

however, riki just went silent again as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

whilst sitting in silence, the realization finally clicked in your brain, causing you to widen your eyes.

“oh,” you muttered, making riki slightly nod his head.

“yeah,” riki said under his breath, avoiding your gaze.

“well in that case… I think you have a pretty good chance with her,” you said whilst smiling, catching riki completely off guard.

before either of you could say anything else, the bell rang and your classmates began to rush out of the classroom. riki watched you put your folders and notebook into your backpack. with a small smile plastered across your face, you swung your bag over your shoulder and scurried out of the classroom. snapping back into reality, riki quickly shoved his belongings into his backpack, swung it over his shoulder, and ran out of the room after you.

I guess you could say riki was no longer in the “brozone.”

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 85 (Searching for Rafa Bonilla)

cw: mentions underage trafficking, drug smuggling

Conrad looked for Rafa Bonilla between his regular cases at the precinct, following clues and booking suspects to keep his captain satisfied. A few months into his search he finally located one of Rafa's known associates, according to police reports.

He called Heather, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Hey, you've reached Heather's phone. It's either the middle of the night or I'm with a patient, so leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Hey, it's me. I was hoping to talk to you, but I've got to work a little late tonight. I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry. I love you."

He drove outside Brindleton Bay to greet the man who thought he had everyone fooled with his chess mentorship program. It would be less than thirty minutes before his students - mostly children - started showing up for their scheduled lesson in the park, so Conrad knew he had to work fast. He shuddered as he got closer to him, and not just because it was freezing outside.

"Jimmy Stefano," he said, dropping his voice an octave to sound serious.

"Not lately," mused the man with a laugh. "Who's asking?" He turned to face the voice who knew his old identity. "You? They said you were a cop now. No surprise they never let you work our cases."

Conrad knew they had no time for small talk and he whipped out his cuffs. "You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a known fugitive."

"You can't be serious! Who?"

"Rafael Bonilla."

Jimmy's face went white, but he stopped resisting. As Conrad cuffed him, he asked, "Are you taking me in to help San Myshuno PD, or did she call you?"

Conrad scoffed. "She who?"

Jimmy laughed. "She told both of us sweet nothings, old friend. You were just dumb enough to believe them."

"Shut up and get in the cruiser."

Back at the station, Jimmy looked around the interrogation room in his orange jumpsuit once Conrad booked him. "Aren't you going to need the cameras on to record your attempt at my confession?"

"I want you to speak freely, Stefano. Tell me everything you know."

Jimmy eyed him suspiciously. "You're not working with San Myshuno PD at all, are you."

"I didn't stage an elaborate arrest just to scare you. I still plan to file a report after you and I catch up. Just talk."

"She really did get to you. Are you trying to let her ruin your life again?"

"Where the hell is Rafa?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in two years, when the last job we did together went bad. I assumed his sister told him to run since the charges he's facing are so serious."

"She doesn't know where he is."

"I'm sure she told you that. Did she tell you she was done with Los Tigres, too?"

Conrad flinched, and Jimmy raised an eyebrow.

"I'm happy with my chess students, but I can't get out now. When you walked, I should've joined you, but I didn't have your father's connections at the police station to keep me out of jail."

"I wasn't even there that night, but you gave them my name."

"Yeah, I did, because you walked before you even got started. Los Tigres only let you live because you became a cop and they didn't need the heat. I don't know what she told you, but if you think Ximena's turned over a new leaf and is done smuggling for the cartel, you're an idiot. She just uses new aliases these days."

Conrad breathed in through his nose. "If I turn the cameras on, will you avoid mentioning our history while you tell me what Ximena's still doing with the cartel?"

"What's in it for me, Sargent?"

"If it comes to it and you're telling the truth, I only want Ximena. As long as Los Tigres doesn't get caught up in anything at the Brindleton docks, I've got no reason to open up a window to the past. You should think about moving on, too. Turn that chess mentorship program into more than just a front."

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Some of us are lifers, you know."

Conrad hit record while Jimmy told him everything he knew about Ximena's past - how she escaped being trafficked in her teens by offering to run drugs for Los Tigres de Selva, working her way up to running an entire operation moving drugs from Selvadorada to San Myshuno, through Britechester, and back again. Her associates called her The Chameleon because of how often she changed her hair.

She'd been arrested but never did hard time, with those who worked under her often taking the fall, instead - like Jimmy Stefano. Twice. Ximena kept herself just clean enough to avoid prison, and dragged her brother into the same life. "Rafa and I used to pose as Simlandian military to run product for his sister, but he never got caught for that," Jimmy said.

"When was the last time you worked for her?"

"Four months ago."

Conrad led him through several questions, showing copies of Ximena's old police reports. When they'd finished, he released Jimmy Stefano. It didn't satisfy him to send a known smuggler back to the streets, but he'd gained some incriminating evidence against Ximena, at the very least. He was beginning to think he might need it, eventually.

He headed home in darkness, and his mind raced with possibilities. Could Ximena's activities have led directly to her brother's disappearance? Who were her enemies these days?

He tried to call her, against his better judgment, but she didn't pick up her phone. He hung up before the voicemail kicked in.

When he walked in the door, he found six-year-old Ash on the floor, working on a castle diorama for extra credit at school. He knelt down to help him without even changing out of his work clothes. "Can you help me with the small pieces? Mommy won't let me use better scissors, but my kid scissors barely cut anything!"

He grinned. Grateful for the distraction, Conrad pulled out an instruction booklet tucked under the edge of the box. "Of course. What did you need me to cut?"

"Just these windows," he said. "They're too small. And can you measure to make sure my towers are big enough? I want the biggest towers of the whole class! Like the Spire Tower!"

"Tallest towers, can do. Hey, did you want to use this lump of clay for anything?" (Finally, the clay comes out at a sensible moment!!)

"Yeah! Moat mud! And we could use real water!"

"Your mom won't be very happy if we make real mud in the house, buddy."

Heather walked into the room then, kneeling down next to them to play with Gord. "Please don't make real mud. Why don't you use the clay to mould a base for the castle?"

"Good idea, Mommy! Can we have pancakes for dinner tomorrow night? I've been thinking about pancakes all day!"

"I can make you pancakes for dinner, but your mom and I won't be here to eat them with you," said Conrad. "Tomorrow night, I'm taking your mom on a date."

"What's a date?"

"It's when people who like each other hang out," Heather said.

Ash's eyes grew wide. "Is there kissing?"

Conrad grinned. "There might be. What do you know about kissing?"

He paused. "Nothing, I guess. Scotti Holiday says it's like eating faces, but why would people who like each other eat their faces?"

Heather laughed. "Don't worry, Conrad's not going to eat my face. Are you almost finished with your diorama for the night? It's getting late and you should get to bed soon."

"Just a little while longer, Mommy. Please! I'm not tired and I'm almost done!"

When he and Conrad had finished, they displayed the excellent diorama on a kitchen countertop until Ash could take it to school in the morning. Before he went to bed, Conrad went upstairs to check on his sleeping baby girl.

Intuitive to his human's growing stress level, no matter how well he hid it from everyone else, Gord followed him. ->

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[martiansodas-blog]

Art x reader meeting the readers parents and it's an absolute mess:(

(bonus points if he finds her old room and plays with her calico critters and plushies)

ok my brain automatically went to older! art soooo…

your parents knew 2 things about your new boyfriend.

1- he’s successful.

and 2- he’s a couple years older than you.

a couple years is an understatement.

but you figured once they met him and saw how sweet he treated you it wouldn’t matter!

this did not turn out to be the case.

your mom and dad took one look at him and made a snap judgment.

they knew his type, (supposedly.)

old money. a younger girl on his arm. cold and aloof. power hungry.

it’s a shame. this couldn’t be farther from the truth.

art donaldson may be a weapon on the court, but behind closed doors he’s the little spoon who makes you heart shaped pancakes.

“so. where did the two of you meet?” your mother asks, more to be pleasant and less because she wants to know the answer.

“at work,” you said , fondly remembering the exchange, “he was-“

“heckling my daughter in the workplace?”

“mom.” you warn “no.”

“honey,” your dad reigns her in

she huffs and crosses her arms in defeat.

“i was needing some more tennis equipment, actually.” art chimes in,

“yeah he was looking for these fancy sweatbands but we didn’t carry any, we just sort of got to talking.”

your dad gave you both a soft smile

“well, you seem to make our little girl very happy.”

incoming call from: tashi

“speaking of little girl, that’s probably her saying goodnight. excuse me.”

art very politely stepped out onto the porch.

“he has a kid?” your mothers eyes looked like they could pop out of her head at any second. “honestly why on earth would you think this is a good idea?”

“yes he does and she’s very sweet. her names lily.” you said firmly.

“so what? you’re gonna be a stepmom in your early twenties? is that what you want?”

“i wanted to introduce the person i love to my parents. but obviously that was a bad idea.”

your dad ushers your mom into their bedroom. he gives you a apologetic glance before he closes the door.

you stood there, frozen in the entryway for an unknown amount of time. as long as it took for art to finish his call and rest his hands on your shoulders from behind.

“hey hey, what’s the matter? what happened?”

you didn’t realize you were crying until you started to speak. well, tried to speak anyway.

“they,” you sniffed, “she…i’m sorry,”

“oh honey,” he pulled you into a hug.

you buried your face in his toned chest.

“i should’ve known this would happen” you heaved, gripping his shirt.

“shh, shh it’s ok. this is most definitely not your fault.”

he stroked your back and pressed feather light kisses to your hairline until you calmed down. when you removed yourself there was a wet patch right in the middle of his torso.

“let’s go upstairs, yeah?” he suggested gently.

he was almost using his dad voice.

you nodded, grabbed his coarse hand and guided him up the steps.

“so this is your childhood bedroom?”

art took in the whimsy filled room. the ceiling was only about a foot taller than him.

“the one and only.” you managed to crack a smile.

it was just how you’d left it at 18. the walls were pink and green. a choice you’d made at 7 and never got around to changing.

you’re glad you never painted over it now, though. it makes you feel innocent again, like a time capsule you can walk into.

art strolled around the room. looking at drama club trophies that lined the bookshelf, the collection of calico critters and the photo booth films stuck on your mirror.

there was a good amount of dust on everything. it caused a pit in your stomach to open up.

“you ok?”

“yeah” you nodded, “just got a little carried away by nostalgia.”

art wasn’t sure if touch would be the right thing for you right now, so he opened his arms, giving you the option.

you hugged him without a second thought. like an instinct. you squeezed him with all your might, like a stress ball. art hardly felt it, though.

figures.

“meeting my family will go better. my grandmas already looking forward to it.”

you lifted your head to look at him.

“really?”

such a simple sentence gave you butterflies.

“yeah,” he chuckled, like it was obvious “i’ve told her all about you.”

you truly didn’t know what to say. so touched by the sincerity and excitement in his tone. it. it caused you to break into a smile, a real smile, for the first time since you’d got to your parents house.

“i’d like that very much.”

[ltash]

The Bodyguard pt-2

Part 1 & 3 link in the end.

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader

This chap contains a lot of slowburn

"You're not alone inside, are you?" Ghost asked, his voice low and steady. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the layout of the house, mentally calculating the risks.

"I'm here most of the time," you said, glancing at him. "But I've got a few trusted people in place."

He nodded, clearly assessing the situation. "Good. But trust is earned, not given. If Garcia gets past the outside, you'll need more than just a few guards. A team, at least."

You met his gaze, his expression unreadable. "I can handle myself, but I'll take your advice."

He gave a small nod. "You might be able to handle yourself, but you need the right backup. If you want to survive Garcia, you need to be prepared for anything."

A flicker of something, resolve, maybe passed through your eyes. "I've been preparing for this for a long time."

His eyes softened just slightly under the mask. "Good. Then we'll make sure it's enough."

"I was in my car when they were shot in front of my eyes," you whispered, your voice trembling as the memory came rushing back. "I-I had a panic attack... and I went into shock..."

The words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, Ghost stood motionless, his mask impassive, but the surprise in his eyes softened, giving way to something deeper-something almost like understanding. He nodded slowly, his posture shifting slightly as if adjusting to the weight of your revelation. His voice, when he spoke, was lower, softer, a rare shift in tone. "A panic attack and shock," he echoed, his words slow and measured. "That's a normal response, considering what you went through."

You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't recall... it gives me PTSD."

The words seemed to hit him like a blow, and his eyes narrowed behind the mask. There was a brief flicker of something grim, something darker, before he spoke again. "PTSD," he repeated, his voice taking on an almost reverent tone, as if the weight of the term itself deserved respect. "That's understandable. Experiencing trauma like that... it's life-altering."

You flinched, instinctively rubbing your forehead as the memories surged forward. The tears came too quickly, but you wiped them away before they could fall, trying to regain your composure.

Ghost's eyes followed the movement, noting the subtle tremor in your hand, the way you fought against the raw emotion that threatened to break through. He noticed the brief flicker of pain in your expression, and it made something inside him tighten, something he rarely allowed to stir. The gruff, impassive persona he had carefully crafted seemed to slip, replaced by something far more human-more concerned. Without thinking, he took a small step closer, his voice softer now, tinged with a note of care. "You okay?" he asked, the question a low murmur, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that seemed to demand more than just an answer.

You blinked rapidly, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "I am fine," you said quickly, though the words lacked conviction. "Your room is upstairs, make yourself at home, Lieutenant. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, you turned and started to walk away, making your way towards the pool area, heading for your room downstairs. Ghost watched you, his eyes following the curve of your figure, the faintest frown pulling at the corners of his mouth beneath the mask. He wasn't used to seeing vulnerability in people like you-not billionaires, not those who lived in a world of opulence and luxury, where real danger felt like a distant, foreign concept. Most of them were pampered, untouched by the harshness of life's cruelties. But you... you were different.

He shook his head slightly, as if to rid himself of the thought, and forced his focus back on the mission. His footsteps were quiet as he made his way upstairs, each one deliberate, careful. The familiar routine of moving through a house on guard, silent as a shadow, was a comfort to him, and he allowed it to take over as he ascended the stairs, leaving the tension behind him.

Later, in the stillness of his room, Ghost sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, the room dark except for the soft, muted light filtering through the blinds. The bed was large, spacious, but it felt empty, and his mind was far from the comfort it should have offered. His fingers drummed absently against the duvet as his eyes narrowed, his thoughts consumed by your reaction. The image of you flinching, of your hand brushing away the tears that had threatened to fall, lingered in his mind, like a splinter lodged deep in his thoughts, impossible to ignore.

He wasn't used to this-not to concern, not to empathy. Emotions were weaknesses in his line of work, tools of distraction that could get you killed. But there was something about you, something about the way you wore your pain so openly, that unsettled him. He had dealt with the fallout of trauma countless times, but this... this was different.

His gaze darkened as he exhaled sharply, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. He had a job to do. That was his priority, his focus. Yet, as much as he tried to push it away, he found himself wondering how you were faring downstairs. Was the trauma still haunting you? Was it keeping you awake, even now, as he sat alone in his room?

The thought struck him almost with humor, though it was a humorless, bitter laugh. When had he started caring about the nightmares of a billionaire?

The soft glow of early morning light spilled through the kitchen windows, illuminating your figure as you stood in your black silk nightgown and robe. The fabric clung to your body in all the right places, the delicate lace tracing the outline of your curves as you reached for the creamer on the top shelf. The slight stretch of your arm accentuated the smooth arch of your back, the silk of your gown whispering against your skin. The scene felt almost too intimate, too personal, the kitchen now an unexpected stage for the quiet tension that simmered between you.

Ghost's footsteps were silent as always, his presence like a shadow, subtle yet undeniable. He stopped just inside the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable behind the mask, watching you with an intensity that made the air feel charged. His gaze flicked over you with a trained precision, noting the way the silk robe clung to your frame, the soft curve of your neck as you tilted your head to reach the jar. It wasn't just your figure that caught his attention; it was the quiet grace with which you moved, a delicate vulnerability in a moment so simple yet so raw.

You didn't notice his presence until his voice cut through the stillness, deep and low. "Need some help?"

You startled slightly, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you tried to make light of the situation. "Ah! Yes. Seems like the creamer decided to run upstairs." The casual words did little to mask the way your pulse quickened as he moved closer, his body towering over you in a way that made the space between you feel charged with heat. The scent of his cologne mingled with the clean, floral fragrance of your perfume, and suddenly, the kitchen seemed too small, the silence too heavy.

Ghost didn't respond immediately. His gaze lingered on you, following the curve of your waist, the delicate movement of your shoulders as you shifted to reach the jar. Every second felt stretched thin, the quiet tension building between you, until finally, he took a step forward. His presence behind you was overwhelming, his body heat radiating against your back, the soft brush of his chest against yours enough to make your breath hitch. He reached up with ease, his hand brushing against your side as he took the jar from the shelf, his fingers grazing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The proximity between you both was almost suffocating, the gentle press of his body against yours sending an electric pulse through you. You could feel the muscles of his chest shifting under his shirt as he stood so close, his breath warm against the back of your neck. The subtle brush of his fingertips as he steadied you made your heart race faster, and you struggled to steady your breath, your senses heightened in a way that made every movement feel magnified.

Ghost held the jar in his hand, his fingers long and strong, wrapping around it with ease as he pulled it down from the shelf. The way his hands moved, so assured and commanding, made it clear how capable he was. But it was his proximity to you, the way his body loomed over yours, that made everything feel more intense. Every inch of space between you felt charged, alive with something that neither of you had yet acknowledged. The heat from his body radiated against you, and your breath hitched in your throat, a subtle flutter in your chest that you couldn't ignore.

He didn't speak immediately, his gaze still fixed on you. You could feel the weight of his stare, the intensity in his eyes even as he held the jar out to you. "Here," he muttered, his voice thick and a little rougher than usual, a low growl that seemed to vibrate in the air between you. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself instinctively biting your lip as you reached for the creamer jar.

As your fingers brushed against his, something passed between you, a spark of electricity that made the air around you crackle. You quickly took the jar from his hand, your fingers lingering just a moment too long on his skin, before you slipped past him to the counter. But even that small, fleeting contact was enough to make your heart race. His eyes followed you, unwavering, his body still poised and tense behind you as you walked away. It was almost as if he couldn't tear his gaze from the way the silk of your gown swayed with each step, the fabric hugging your body in a way that taunted him.

The brief moment of shared tension hung in the air, thick and unspoken. Ghost didn't move immediately, his eyes lingering on your retreating form as a quiet battle waged within him. His usual stoic demeanor wavered for just a second, as if the brief moment of proximity had unsettled something deep inside him. He took a slow breath, forcing himself to turn away, his footsteps light as he moved toward the kitchen door. Yet, the image of you, the soft sway of your body, the heat of your presence, the way you had reacted so instinctively to his touch, stayed with him long after you were out of sight.

He wasn't used to this kind of distraction, wasn't used to feeling anything but the mission, but with you, everything seemed more complicated, more dangerous. And that made it all the more irresistible.

You made coffee for yourself and for Ghost, the smell of the rich brew filling the kitchen as you prepared the cups. Soon, the chef and the rest of the staff arrived, and breakfast was served. Afterward, you excused yourself to change into your office attire.

Fifteen minutes later, you returned, your entrance commanding attention. The moment Ghost saw you, his breath hitched. You had traded your more casual clothes for a striking ensemble: a black, short skirt that hugged your hips perfectly, paired with a black lace corset top that accentuated your curves in a way that made his pulse quicken. The black blazer you wore only added to the professional yet seductive aura that surrounded you.

His heart nearly stopped. Ghost was no stranger to beautiful women, but there was something about the way you wore this outfit that made his thoughts falter. His eyes traced every inch of you, the hunger he tried so hard to suppress evident in his gaze. He forced himself to maintain his composure, clearing his throat before speaking.

"Quite the transformation," he remarked, his voice rougher than usual, a slight edge of something darker beneath the surface.

You didn't meet his eyes immediately. Instead, you simply nodded, a small, confident smile playing at your lips. "Let's go," you said, turning towards the elevator.

As you reached the underground parking garage, Ghost followed in silence. The click of your heels echoed against the smooth floors as you walked toward the Bugatti Veyron, the keys jingling in your hand. You climbed into the driver's seat effortlessly, looking every bit the part of someone who was both capable and dangerous.

Ghost lingered for a moment, watching you with a mix of admiration and something deeper. "You're drivin' yourself?" he asked, his voice betraying a touch of surprise. "And I thought you were all about chauffeurs and limos."

You glanced over your shoulder at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. "I like to drive myself sometimes."

Throughout the drive, Ghost stayed quiet, his eyes scanning the surroundings, but his mind was elsewhere, fixed on you. It was hard for him to concentrate with you so close, your scent lingering in the air, the quiet hum of the engine, and the soft movements of your body as you maneuvered the car. The rhythmic motion of your driving was almost hypnotic, and he could feel the tension in his body building, coiling tighter with each passing moment.

The office day was long but predictable. You moved with confidence, handling business matters with ease. Ghost watched you from the periphery, his eyes always alert, but they couldn't help but follow you as you moved, graceful, composed, every step calculated. There was something captivating about the way you carried yourself, even in the midst of all the work. The way the office attire clung to your figure... It was impossible to ignore.

By the time the workday ended and you returned home, the atmosphere had shifted. The silence between you and Ghost was thick with unspoken tension. You took a quick shower and had dinner, the food almost an afterthought. Ghost, meanwhile, did his security checks, ensuring everything was in order.

Later, he found you in the living room, watching a movie. He leaned casually against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on you. "Watching a movie, eh?" he asked, his voice rough, tinged with something more than just curiosity. "Anything interesting?"

You didn't look up at him, your focus still on the screen. "Yeah. It's a romantic movie," you replied.

As the movie progressed, the scene shifted, and Ghost found himself unable to look away. The screen displayed an intense, passionate kiss, hands grasping, bodies pressing together. The intimacy of the scene stirred something deep inside him, something primal and raw. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the surge of heat spreading through him.

Just as the scene became more intense, the remote slipped from your hand as you tried to turn it off. Your frustration was palpable, the soft sounds of the couple's passion filling the room. The girl's moans echoed, and your face turned bright red, your embarrassment unmistakable.

Ghost's eyes locked on the screen for a moment longer, his jaw tightening as the sounds filled the room. The scene played out with such intimacy, the kind of heat that had no place in his world, but it had a way of tugging at something buried deep within him. He turned to you, his gaze darkened with something fierce.

"Fucking hell," you muttered, trying again with the remote, but it wasn't working. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and Ghost couldn't stop himself from taking a step toward you.

"Turn it off," he ordered, his voice low, almost a growl.

"I'm trying," you stammered, the panic in your eyes clear as the scene escalated further.

Ghost stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, as if the air around you had thickened. He towered over you, his hands moving with purpose as he grabbed the remote from your trembling fingers. The brief contact between your skin sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core, igniting something he had been trying to suppress.

With one swift motion, he turned the TV off, and the room fell into an almost suffocating silence. His eyes locked on yours, watching you carefully, studying the way your body reacted to the close proximity.

"You shouldn't be watchin' stuff like that," he muttered, his voice hoarse with unspoken desires. He closed the distance between you even more, his body a solid presence, his warmth enveloping you.

You took a small step back, your chest rising and falling with quick breaths, but Ghost didn't give you any space to retreat. He moved in closer, his large frame nearly consuming yours. The air between you was thick with tension, and his voice was barely above a whisper when he asked, "Why are you breathin' like that? Are you scared?"

Without responding, you turned quickly and fled to your room, your heart racing in your chest.

Ghost stood in place for a moment, watching you leave, a mixture of frustration and something darker brewing inside him. He didn't move, his gaze fixed on your retreating form, unsure whether to follow or leave it be. The urge to chase after you gnawed at him, but he remained still, his body taut with restraint.

The door to your room clicked shut, and Ghost stood there, his mind in turmoil. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way, this ache, this hunger that was building with every passing second.

The next morning It was your day off, a rare moment of respite, and you had decided to spend it quietly in your room. You sat in front of your dressing table, your movements slow and deliberate as you applied lipstick, the brush strokes careful as you enhanced your already striking features. You were dressed in little more than black lace lingerie, a delicate, lacy bra and matching panties, your skin almost glowing against the dark fabric. Absentmindedly, you had left your door unlocked, not expecting anyone to intrude.

Then, without warning, the standing mirror behind you tilted dangerously. It seemed to fall in slow motion before shattering loudly, the glass spraying across the floor in a cacophony of sound. The sudden crash made you jump, a sharp scream escaping your lips as you recoiled, heart hammering in your chest.

At the sound of your scream, Ghost's training kicked in without hesitation. His body went rigid, instincts sharp and primed for action. In an instant, he was on his feet, his senses alert. Without pausing to think, he rushed towards your room, his boots pounding against the floor, the door crashing open with a force that matched the urgency of his steps.

For a brief moment, he froze. The sight of you, standing there in nothing but skimpy lingerie, sent a jolt of heat straight through him. The shattered mirror reflected the image of your bare skin, the delicate lace of your undergarments clinging to your curves. His eyes darkened, and for a moment, he couldn't tear them away. His breath hitched, but he quickly forced himself to look away, a wave of frustration sweeping over him.

"Oh my god!" you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your arms around your body in a vain attempt to shield yourself.

"Cover yourself!" Ghost growled, his voice rough with something deep and primal as he turned away, his jaw clenched tightly. His hands fisted at his sides, the mix of anger and arousal burning through him like wildfire. "Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath, trying desperately to regain control over his emotions.

You grabbed the silk bedsheet from the bed and wrapped it around yourself, your body trembling as the cool fabric touched your heated skin. Ghost could feel his heart pounding, his pulse racing as he stood with his back to you, his body rigid with restraint. His thoughts were a tangled mess, torn between the urge to protect you, to be angry, and the darker, more dangerous part of him that reacted to the vulnerability you were now showing.

"I--I'm covered. You can look," you said, your voice small, your grip tightening around the sheet.

Ghost slowly exhaled, forcing himself to calm down. His mind screamed at him to walk away, to maintain his usual impassive demeanor, but he couldn't shake the image of you, of how you looked standing there, so exposed and vulnerable. It ignited something in him that had been buried for so long.

He turned around, his gaze cold and sharp, but he refused to let his eyes drop lower than your face. He could feel the tension building between them, thick and heavy, making it harder to concentrate.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded, his voice low and gravelly, the edge of frustration clear in his tone. "Why were you just standing there in nothing but...?" He trailed off, unwilling to say it outright, but his words hung in the air, a silent challenge.

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I was just going to dress up," you muttered, your face flushed with embarrassment as you grabbed your dress from the bed.

The unspoken tension simmered between the two of you, thickening the atmosphere in the room. Ghost's thoughts raced, his gaze flickering briefly to the bed sheet still clutched tightly around you, and an unfamiliar possessiveness washed over him. He didn't want anyone, anyone, to see you like this, so vulnerable, so exposed.

His next words came out in a low growl. "Put the dress on." His voice was firm, commanding, yet there was an undercurrent of something else, something more dangerous.

"I'm going to put it on," you replied, a sense of urgency in your voice as you darted towards the attached bathroom.

Ghost stood frozen for a moment, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, the simmering tension that refused to dissipate. Everything had changed between you, and he couldn't deny the heat building in him every time he thought about it.

Shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind, focusing on the task at hand. He stepped out of the room, his thoughts a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He found one of the servants and calmly informed them about the broken mirror, his voice betraying nothing of the internal chaos he was experiencing. His body still thrummed with tension, but he had to maintain control, to keep the façade intact.

Even though his words were neutral, his mind couldn't help but replay the image of you in that lingerie, the way your body had looked in the soft lighting of the room, the way it had affected him. He could still feel the heat rising inside him, an ache he didn't know how to satisfy.

As he walked away, he felt the weight of the encounter hanging in the air, like an invisible thread connecting you both. Something had shifted between you, and he knew, deep down, that it would never be the same again.

Part 1

Part 3

[lucedilunax]

Thank you, I love you - C. Keller

pairing: Clayton Keller x girlfriend!reader

summary: Three times when she helped Clayton and one time when Clayton helped her

warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), swear words

words: 2.4k

note: ahh my first ever request work! i was so excited to write about clayton, enjoy it💕

masterlist

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When Arizona’s franchise was suspended

In April, the big news hit that Coyotes won’t be in NHL. This was a shock for Clayton. He knew about the problems, but he was pushing away the thought that club, who drafted him and gave him a chance to play won’t be existing. His head was spiraling, he was uncertain about his future.

When Clayton got back home after coach told them about this, he hasn’t acknowledged his girlfriend sitting on a kitchen chair, waiting for him. Like always, she asked him questions about the training, but he haven’t heard anything. It was uncommon for him to ignore her. She started wondering if she has done something to piss him off.

She felt like the right call is to give Clayton space. When he went straight to the living room and turned on a movie, she went to their bedroom. As much as she wanted to confront him and ask him what’s going on, she preferred to stay out of it and wait for him to talk.

The evening came and she decided to leave the room and go to the kitchen to cook for both. She knew that Clayton can’t prepare any meals and probably haven't ate anything since he returned. She stepped into the kitchen, and he saw her. He immediately stood up and rushed to her.

“Hi love”. Clayton said and kissed her. “Sorry for earlier but I’ve got weird news and couldn’t place my mind in the right spot”. He hugged her and placed his head on her shoulder.

“Talk to me baby”. That’s all she said while running her hand down his back.

“Our franchise is suspended which means we’re not existing since next season”. He admitted to her. She felt the wet spot on her arm, but she didn't care about it. “I don’t even know if I’m gonna play hockey next season. Every club has good players on my position. I don’t want to retire in the age of 26, there’s still so many things I want to achieve”. She pushed herself from him to look at him. She grabbed Clayton’s face in her hand and kissed his lips.

“Baby, you’ll be playing next season. Stop doing this to yourself. You are great player, and you’ll find a new club. You won’t be in Arizona anymore, but you’ll stay in NHL. Trust me. This is all new and that’s why you feel this way but there’s gonna be club to take you under their wing”.

Clayton looked at her with love in his eyes. He knew she’s right. He’s good player and he’ll find a new club. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to another hug.

“Thank you. I needed this pep talk. I guess I just started overreacting after hearing the news”.

“That’s why I’m always here for you. Just try not to shut me off. I genuinely thought I did something to piss you off and that’s why you haven’t spoke to me since you got back home”. She laughed. He kissed her passionately.

“You, my love, could never do anything wrong”. He kissed her again. “Now, where are we going on dinner?” He asked.

“I planned to cook something. Why would you want to go out?” She asked confused.

“You deserve to be treated like a princess so we’re going out”. When they were going to the car, to lighten the mood, she joked.

“Besides, without Arizona there’s gonna be 31 clubs which is unpaired. They have to create a new team to make it even”. Clayton laughed when he heard that.

“You’re impossible”.

“Maybe, but you love me for that”. Before he opened her door, he grabbed her cheek and kissed her.

“You don’t even have a clue how much I love you”.

When they’ve moved to Utah (NSFW)

Whole summer, Clayton and his girlfriend spent on moving out from Arizona to Utah. It was stressful time for them because they needed to pack all their years of life into boxes. Both had fun finding out old things and getting all retrospections while looking at them. When the house was empty, they felt sad. All their relationship was moving on from the place where they fall in love.

Despite it, she and Clayton were excited for their new chapter. They started new adventure together in Utah. When they bought new house and stepped in, they sheer a tear. This was the place where they’re gonna be a family. She was the first one to look around. Clayton was going after her like a puppy. He saw how she’s gonna be taking care of her their kids in this place. He could already imagine that.

“So, what do you think?” He asked her.

“I love it. It’s beautiful. Can’t wait to start our new life here”. She said and placed her hands behind his neck. “What do you think?”

“It’s great. I’m so happy that you moved here with me”. He leans down and kissed her. “We need to celebrate this”. He kissed her again.

“Mhm, and what do you have in mind?” She asked knowing exactly what he has in mind.

“Let me show you”. Clayton grabbed her under her knees and took her in bridal style to the bedroom. He placed her on their new bed and started to kiss her.

“Wait”. She pulled out from him, and he looked confused. “We’re celebrating new life thanks to your transfer here so let me do the work”. He smiled at her words.

“And how are you gonna do it?”

“Let me ride you”. She blushed at her words. No matter how many times they had sex or even conversations about it, she was shy.

“Undressed love and I’ll do the same. Later, I’m all yours”. She obeyed his words. He undressed immediately. She took off her shirt and pants. but when she wanted to unclip her bra, he stopped her. He was standing naked in front on her when he reached for the bra clip to take if off. Later, he kneeled in front of her and took off her panties. He placed kisses on her lower stomach.

“Stop teasing babe, I really need your dick in me”. Clayton laughed at her words.

“Someone’s eager”. He kissed her lips and sat on the bed. “Then ride me like you wanted”.

She sat on his thighs and spit on her hand to run it over his dick.

“Now, you stop teasing me or I’ll get my way with you”. He said in serious tone. She grabbed his cock and placed her entry on his. Clayton grabbed her waist and helped her to fully sat on him.

“Fuck, you’re huge Clayton”. He smiled at her words. He hasn’t done anything. Just kept his hands on her waist and let her adjust to his length. When she was ready, she started jumping on him. He took off his hands from her waist and played with her tits. She was moaning his name. When she got little tired, he pulled her to his chest and grabbed her ass to helped her in the movements. She started to kiss his jawline until she moaned again from the new angle.

“Clayton… I’m close”. She said while making hickeys on his collarbone.

“Hold on, I’m almost there love”. He speeds up and soon after he could feel her coming all over his cock. He thrusted couple more times and cum in her pussy.

She fell on his chest tired. Clayton stayed in her and kissed her temple.

“I guess we just christened our new house”. She laughed at his words. He felt that she’s shivering from the cold. “C’mon, let’s take a bath and order some takeaway. The boxes can wait until tomorrow. I love you”. He picked her up and kissed her cheek.

When Clayton had been named a captain

Everything was going smoothly in Utah. Most of Clayton’s teammates were transferred there and he’d been hanging out with them. With his teammates, their partners also came here so she had friends here too. They started new life in new state, but they stayed in the same circle.

When Clayton started trainings with new team, there was still big unknown; who’s gonna be a captain in Utah Hockey Club. Everyone was wondering about it but all their focus was on preparation for upcoming season. Almost every preseason game, Utah played without captain. It changed a week before start of the season.

Day after game against Anaheim, the coach named a first-ever Utah captain. He decided that Clayton is the best option with his knowledge, help and understanding. He was over the moon, grateful for the trust and opportunity. In Arizona, he had been alternate captain but now, he was the leader of this ship.

When Clayton returned to their house, he saw her laying on the couch, watching a tv show. He dropped his luggage and laid on top of her.

“Get off me”. She said giggling at his affection. “What’s with you babe? Had a good trip?” She asked curious about what he’s gonna say to her.

 “Two wins and two lost games but that’s not important”. He gets off her and stand up next to his girlfriend.

“Okay, now you’re scaring me”.

“I’ve been named a captain”. Clayton announced proudly to her. When she heard that, she screamed from joy and throw herself into his arms. He caught her trying not to fall at the coffee table behind them.

“I’m so fucking proud of you babe. Oh my gosh, this is huge. I… I don’t know what to say”. She looked into his eyes. He saw the tears coming down her cheeks, so he dried them off with his thumb.

“Thanks love but…” He looked at her with serious expression. “What if I fail them?”

“Stop. You’re the right person on the right place. You’ve already been a captain in Arizona, and you did great”.

“Alternate captain”. Clayton corrected her.

“Still a captain. Look, I get it that you’re scared that you might fail them, but you have coaches and team behind your back. You’re not alone in this. You’ve proved yourself in the past 8 years. You’re great player but most importantly you’re intelligent and you know what you’re doing. You know those guys very well and they trust you. You’re not gonna fail. Not on my watch”. She kissed him.

“Thank you. I needed those words. I don’t know what I would done without you”.

“That’s why I’m here, to help you and support you”.

“Oh, I love you”. He kissed her and hugged her like his life depended on it.

“I love you too captain”.

When she found out that she’s pregnant

She had been feeling sick when Clayton left on a roadie, but she didn’t wanted to bother him. She was certain that it was just food poisoning. When Utah was playing against New York Rangers, she invited other girlfriends to her and Clayton’s house to watch the game. Soon after, game was forgotten, and they had a girl’s night.

She refused to drink wine with them, and questions started floating about pregnancy. She explained that she feels sick and that’s why she doesn’t want to drink but other girls tried to convince her to take the test. At first, she was skeptical, but she knew she has nothing to waste. The next day, she went to the pharmacy to buy pregnancy test.

Sitting in the bathroom and looking at it, she got scared. She knew it’s a bad timing for them to have a kid. They just moved to their new house. She was searching for a new job and Clayton just became a captain. She took a deep breath and took the test.

The next three minutes went super slow. Her mind was floating around. When she grabbed the test, she saw that it’s positive. She started to cry but didn’t know if it’s from happiness or sadness.

She and Clayton always dreamt about having kids, but they wanted to wait until they’re married. They haven’t even been engaged. Will Clayton be happy? What if he leaves her? She started to have all the dark scenarios in her head. She didn’t want to break the news to him on the phone. She hasn’t even said to him that she’s sick because she was confident that he’s gonna freak out.

When Clayton returned from roadie, he immediately knew that something is off with his girlfriend. She haven't came to welcome him, and the house was dead silent. His steps lead him to their bedroom. When he opened the door, he saw her sitting in the middle of their bed biting her nails, habit she had, when she was nervous.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay”. Clayton approached her, grabbing her hands and placing them down.

“No, it’s not okay”. By her voice, he knew she was crying.

“Tell me what’s wrong”. She took a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant”. She whispered. Her head was looking down, she hasn’t had the bravery to look into his eyes.

“Love, that’s a great news”. He grabbed her under the chin, so she was looking at him. “We wanted to have kids. Why are you sad about it?”

“It’s the timing. I don’t have a job; you are a captain. We just moved here. It’s all happening too fast”.

“Maybe fact that you don’t have a job is a good thing. You can stay at home and rest while you are growing new life. You know that money is not a problem. I know that this might look like a bad timing, but we can do it. Together. I’m not leaving you alone in this. We can handle it”. He said and hugged her. He was over the moon by the news, but her reaction scared him. “But if you don’t want to have a kid now, I’ll be fine with that. It’s your body so you’ll decide. Although, I’m willing to be part of this adventure with you”.

“I want this kid but… I don’t know. I guess I freaked out”.

“We’re a team love. I’m here for you”. He kissed her.

“We’re gonna be parents. This sounds insane”.

“True, but I’m excited for the new journey, especially with you by my side”.

“I love you Clayton”. She kissed him deeply.

“I love you too future mommy”. He joked and kissed her back.

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Thanks for reading❤️

[seecarrun]

Pokeshipping Week 2024

Prompt 7: Celebrating

Ash was avoiding her.

He had been the one to invite her. Hell, he had paid for her plane ticket! And yet here Misty was, all dressed up, sitting by her lonesome, no Ash or Pikachu in sight.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t alone, alone. Ash’s old local friends from the Pokemon School were all there as well, milling around, dancing, snacking on hors d'oeuvres and sipping on champagne. Lana had insisted she join them at their table, and she had even danced with Kiawe and Mallow for a while after dinner.

The professors and Lei were also there, it had been Lei’s first Manalo Conference appearance, and even though he lost in the first round of the single battles, his parents were so proud, they had been showing him off to everyone all night, much to the kid’s embarrassment.

But yet no Champion in sight.

She knew he was there. She’d seen him bee-bopping around the banquet hall throughout the night, just not anywhere near her, apparently.

She didn’t think he was upset at her or anything. He’d grinned and waved at her after his battle with Hau, who had won the League this year. Their battle had been close, but Ash managed to win it and keep his title for the tenth year in a row. A decade of being the Alola Champion. The whole reason this party was happening at all.

He had been rushed off to talk with the press, so she went back to her hotel to get ready, naively assuming Ash had any interest in spending some time with her during the celebration after insisting she be there.

She was just polishing off her third flute of champagne when a yellow flash out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She perked up for a moment and scanned the room to try to catch it again, when a soft, familiar whisper filled her ear.

“Meet me outside in five?” Ash asked, sending an embarrassing little shiver up her spine, but by the time she spun around to face him, he had made his way back into the crowd.

~*~

Ash’s back was to her as he casually leaned against the balcony railing, backdropped by the twinkling, tropical, Alola night sky, Pikachu mysteriously missing. Someone had apparently convinced him to put on some nice clothes and forced a comb through his messy hair earlier in the evening, but he had managed to scruff himself back up since then, probably doing something stupid and noble and Ash-like.

He was beautiful.

“I’m not avoiding you,” he told her without turning around.

Misty raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Could’ve fooled me.”

He turned around finally at that and gave her a crooked little smile. “I’m glad you’re here, Mist.”

Her heart did that stupid thing it always did when he called her that damn nickname, but she joined him at the railing and looked out into the ocean. “You gave me no choice, Ash,” she reminded him. He chuckled at that, but it sounded hollow. “You okay?” she asked. He shrugged.

“Yeah. I mean, I think so. It’s just been a weird day.” He sighed. “I thought this was going to be it,” he admitted, quietly.

Misty blinked in surprise. “It? What do you mean? Like, your last year as Champion?”

Ash nodded, a wry smile on his lips. “Hau did amazing, but Gladion almost had me last year. If he wasn’t challenging the Hoenn League right now, I think he would have taken me out once and for all.”

She studied his profile, looking for a sign in his expression to figure out how he felt about that, but he was intentionally, very carefully neutral.

At her silence, he sighed heavily again. “I love Alola. You know I do. This place is my home away from home. But it’s, you know, still not home like Kanto is home.” He paused for a moment, and ran his hand through his hair before turning to face her again and smirking. “I know Lance is planning to separate the Kanto and Johto Leagues, finally. There will be a whole new batch of Elite 4 positions opening up, and from what I’ve heard, you’re on the short list for one of them.”

“How did you hear about that?” Misty balked. “Lance said that information hasn’t left the Indigo League yet!”

“I have my ways,” Ash said with a grin, and Misty rolled her eyes. Lance was such a blabbermouth. “Lance is going to stick with Johto. You’ll need a new Kanto Champion, too.”

Misty perked up at that, realizing what Ash was getting at with a traitorous little flicker of hope in her stomach. “You want to compete to be the Kanto Champion?”

Ash shrugged a little shyly. “I mean, that had kinda been the idea. I’m not sure I have it in me to be Champion of both Kanto and Alola though. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“Ash, you’re twenty-two,” Misty reminded him with a snort.

“Exactly! ” he laughed, but his expression quickly turned just a bit somber. “I guess I was just ready to, you know, have an excuse to spend more time at home… Around my favorite people.”

It was hard to tell in the dark, but she was pretty sure he was blushing. She tried not to think too much about that. “Favorite people, huh?” she prompted, bumping into his shoulder.

He smirked. “Yeah. My mom, Brock Tracy… Gary.” He drawled, and she bit back her smile to glare at him, unimpressed, until he finally cracked with a long, loud laugh. “And you, of course!”

“That’s what I thought,” she said haughtily, and after a beat, they both broke into giddy laughter. Once they finally settled down, Misty sighed, and summoning up her courage, she leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder, feeling him tense up at the motion. She forced herself not to think too much about that, either. “It’ll take Lance a while to get everything sorted out, you know. It might not be until next year.”

She felt him hum in acknowledgment more than she heard it, her heart speeding up as she felt his arm drape around her shoulders, and his head gently falling into a rest against her’s.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I’ve already waited this long. What’s one more year?”

[doodler16]

This might be a long one so heads up.

So one of things about the last episode of HB that I wish they would do better with is Milly and blitz relationship is showing the down fall or toxicity of that relationship.  mainly, how does relationship affects Millie split and shit before husband? 

Remember, the Pilot when Millie said “moxie That’s are boss” oh, some of the head cannons that maybe Millie knows how sad and lonely blitz is and feel sorry for him, so she kind of allowed him to be part of their lives. Without thinking twice how much this is also, affecting Moxie. I would love it if Moxie and Millie’s First fight would be about Blitz and how he continue to stalk and harass them well millie just laugh it off and just said “oh it just Blitz being Blitz.” Moxie have enough and tells Millie to stop enabling Blitz.

Now I want Both the M&M to be in the right but also in the wrong.

Millie; She wants everyone to get along with each other because she view IMP as a family much like her own family. She want them to stay together and get along, so she always play peacemaker, but doing that allow people to walk all over her husband, well, she does nothing, and just stand in the background supporting him, but not standing up for him.

Moxie; he does need to stop being overly sensitive all the time . Let’s his boss do what he wants sometimes but that doesn’t mean he have every right to sent boundaries and stand up to himself whenever he needs to.

 I want Moxie and Millie discussion about Blitz behavior or at least give us some hints about then talk about blitz behavior, watch season one leading to the event of Ozzie and the aftermath. Where Moxie right fully so finally snaps and yells at Blitz. Now as we all know Blitz is dealing with own problems after the event of Ozzie. So now not the best time for Moxie to get mad at Blitz.

This is how the argument, Will go

Mox; “I can’t believe you stocks use Again. During me and Millie Anniversary sir.”

B; oh, please you should be thanking me for saving your puny sorry ass that I even came. It wasn’t me coming. You would have been getting tomatoes and dildos all over you by now but you’re awful singing. 

Mil; he does have a good point Mox he did help us.

Mox; Stop, Standing up for him why do you always choose his side?

Mil; i’m not on his side and I’m on both of you guys side and I think you are being a bit too harsh on him moxie He’s is are bo-

Mox; do not end it with he’s are boss. He also your best friend And ask your friend you should send boundaries towards him.

Mil; Well he doesn’t have a lot of family or friends, Moxie also kind of funny how he always pop out of nowhere if you think about it. Like the time went when you were in the shower and he pop out of nowhere we with the camera saying wow it’s must be your birthday moxie. Haha.

B; Yeah, Moxie in a my fault that you have a different sense of humor over your wife great Taste And and that you your taste is as small dumb and puny ass, you dick and brain.

Moxie finally have enough storms out of the room had to The door where Luna is on the front of the desk doing nothing be eating a whole bag of chips and watching something on her phone , Give Moxie , another fat joke about how fat he is. Moxie then heads straight to Luna grab the chips and rip it in front of her telling her she needs to lay of the chip and watch her hips for now on. He then went to back to the door and yelled “F@ck you all the quit.”

This will lead to an all night fight with the M&M the company now having a bit of a crisis since Moxee was the only one who knows how to do paperwork and taxes. Leading to Luna to most of the work and because Luna is a spoiled brat, she will get mad at blitz to making her to do paperwork and causing Moxxie to quit even though she was no better to.  this will also leave to Blitz superior complex to go even higher, thinking he did nothing wrong, and Moxie is just being a baby about it. as for Millie, it will lead to her now doing double the work of being a assassin. Which will take a turn for her And blitz Relationship. 

 This will be an actual way to show Blitz that his actions does have affect on others Instead Of the show just telling us. Oh, Blitz your heart everyone to love you. anyway that all I needed to say thank you and good bye.

I wish Vivziepop and the writers went in more depth with Blitz and Millie’s dynamic like they do with Blitz and Moxxie. All we know is that Millie is used too and sometimes enables Blitz’s shenanigans. The only conclusion I think of why she doesn’t mind Blitz being a weirdo probably because it reminds of her family and how it’s a big household, so there’s no opportunity for anyone to get alone time or space.

Classice, I am glad you mentioned Moxxie, Millie, Blitz’s argument because I imagined something similar to that. Moxxie would call out Blitz, Millie, and Loona’s behaviors and treatment over previous episodes and the double standards then officially quit but it’s not like a joking “I quit” then comes back immediately.

It’s more somewhat permanent but there would be consequences on both sides. Moxxie realize that he can’t do everything himself, tries to run his own business is way harder, and gets stressed because he doesn’t have the charisma that Blitz has. Blitz, Millie, and Loona (mainly Loona and Blitz) slowly realize that they need Moxxie because he unironically makes things interesting and they all suck with paper work and end up being behind or just avoiding it. Meanwhile, Millie tries to appeases to both sides but fails and Loona, Moxxie, and Blitz gets upset at her.

Despite the team being separated, they both get the same client and are forced to fight each other to get to the main target. This would demonstrate that Moxxie has improved his fighting skills and can be cold-hearted to his teammates, fighting dirty and not taking any chances to go soft. Millie doesn’t want to hurt Moxxie and purposely go into the way of Moxxie, Blitz, and Loona’s fighting.

Loona and Blitz still fighting Moxxie but noticed Moxxie’s improvement, etc. They all sooner or later make up and apologize to Moxxie because of Millie (apparently she’s the heart of the team, Vivziepop’s words not mine 😂). All these characters promise to be better and stick to it. Because of this instance they grow stronger and more open.

Regardless, I hope they do this and it has so much potential but at the same time it’s too kind of too late. Should’ve been at least a 3 part season 1 finale or early season 2 conflict. It gives the show stakes and forces the audience to care of what happens to the future of IMP along with addressing every character’s flaws especially Blitz’s. Anyway, I loved reading this and the dialogue you created: it fits the characters perfectly and truly shows how much potential the IMP squad has but was wasted it on telling us instead of showing.

[inwumaki]

Still with You— ft. Yuta Okkotsu

Anime: Jujutsu kaisen/jjk

Character/s: Yuta Okkotsu

Synopsis: Yuta getting flashbacks after you two broke up (Angst??)

A/n: I wrote this while listening to Jungkook's Still with you so- (I'm not the best at writing these kinda stuff so I apologize in advance)

날 스치는 그대의 옅은 그 목소리

"Your faint voice that brushes past me"

He could remember it all so clearly, the way your lips moved as you said the words which made his heart stop. The bitter after taste of the recent encounter between you two ate him up from inside.

"Yuta"

"Mhm?"

"I'm sorry..but I cannot do this anymore. I love you but I can't ignore the constant paranoia of you still being in love with Rika."

Was it something he had said? Done? He could swear on his life he would fix the mistakes. He loved you but you refused to listen. He had moved on long ago, did you view him the same as your ex?

"What're you saying...?"

"I'm sorry" You mumbled one last time before leaving.

Yuta swore if you would have atleast given him a minute to react he would got on his knees begging you to stay.

내 이름을 한 번만 더 불러주세요

"Please call my name just one more time"

Yuta could hear your voice of all those times you called him by his nickname 'Yuu'. The times you would whine and complain about how much Gojo had put you through on the missions.

"Yuuuuuu!"

"Yes?"

"Did you know today Gojo-sensei promised to help us with the mission but that jerk left us stranded there."

"How about we get ice cream to make you forget about the day? Will that be good?"

"That sounds more than good."

He always loved when you complained to him even though that's not anything special but to Yuta it was, the fact you would open up to him made him feel loved and important enough. He wished to hear you say his name again the same way.

얼어버린 노을 아래 멈춰 서있지만

"Though I’m standing under the frozen sunset"

Now all he could do is watch you leave. So close yet so far. It hurt him physically to even think he won't be able to do the things he used to with you— going out on dates, cuddling, movie nights to even the dumb small arguments. He missed them he really did. But he had to let you go without a fight. Sometimes he wondered, would you have stayed if he went after you? Or would you have broken off that last pinch of hope, though for him both of it seemed better than silently deluding himself.

그대 향해 한 걸음씩 걸어갈래요

"I will walk towards you, one step at a time"

Still with you.

"I don't know what to do.." Yuta mumbled clenching his fists as his hair hid his teary eyes.

"Try to talk to her..maybe stop doing what made her leave?" Panda replied

"But she refuses to say what's wrong.. how am I going to fix it if she doesn't want to...?"

"Yuta, let me tell something. No one can help you with this, it's your job to figure it out and fix it cause at the end it's you and her not us with her." Maki said with a straight face.

"Or just leave her alone and forget about her, she shouldn't have felt that way if you didn't make mistakes."

He knew, he knew very well that he might have done something, you were never the type to be offended over small things...but he was willing to pinpoint it and heal it. Leaving you and forgetting about you wasn't in the list. He loved you, he would kill for you...die too if needed he really would but how would he explain this to anyone?

"I cannot let it go like that..even if it means it'll take time I'll do everything"

어두운 방 조명 하나 없이

"In the dark room without a single lighting"

익숙해지면 안 되는데

"Though I shouldn’t be used to it"

그게 또 익숙해

"It feels familiar again"

Yuta had been waiting despite the rain infront of your favourite restaurant where they were supposed to have their first proper date. The shirt on his body slowly soaking the tears leaving off the sky. The bouquet of roses drenching in the water. Had you forgotten about him? Or were you in trouble? The restaurant staff who knew he had an reservation were worried and invited him to come inside several cause of the raini Yuta would just mumble a "she'll be here in a few minutes..I'm sure, then we can go in together." But you didn't show up, seconds, minutes turned to hours. When he finally had enough he decided to check up on you–to atleast hand you the roses he got. He got there only to see you standing under an umbrella with someone else, a guy he didn't know. You had seen him and approached him, you were all dressed up in a pretty white dress with your hair done. Yuta assumed you had ditched him for whoever the other guy was and dropped the flowers there while walking off, without a single word. With you yelling at him to listen.

"Yuta-!"

"Yuta.."

"Yuta please just let me explain myself.."

He stopped on his tracks. The rain pouring on both of you, but neither of you cared.

"I'm not mad..but you could've atleast told me. Or maybe you forgot.."

He might say so but the hurt and sour taste of his tone was enough for anyone to see right through.

"Yuta I would never forget about you."

Yuta felt a pair of arms wrapping around his drenched physique. He didn't want to pull away but he did, he refused to be deciceived. He turned around to face her.

"Then who wa-"

He was suddenly cut off by her lips. He was taken aback, their first kiss.

"That was my cousin, my uncle is in the hospital..I needed to go there urgently and I forgot to take my phone..I'm sorry Yuu."

나지막이 들리는 이 에어컨 소리

"This subtle noise from the air conditioner"

이거라도 없으면 나 정말 무너질 것 같아

"If I don’t even have this, I think I’ll break down"

함께 웃고 함께 울고

"Laughing together, crying together"

이 단순한 감정들이

"These simple emotions"

내겐 전부였나봐

"perhaps they were everything to me"

The moments he got to see that smile on your face, the simple times you would end up crying on watching tragic lovestories. Yuta never thought much of it, but only if he knew they'll be what he treasures the most. The simplest and the sweetest days together. He hoped it stayed forever.

"Why're you crying-?!" Yuta panicked

"Romeo...*sniff* Juliet- they deserved so much better-"

Oh so you were just watching a Shakespeare cliché

"You scared me for a second.." Yuta let out a breath of relief and smiled.

언제쯤일까

"When would it be"

다시 그댈 마주한다면

"When I meet you again"

눈을 보고 말할래요

"I’ll look into your eyes and tell you"

보고 싶었어요

" 'I’ve missed you' "

Now Yuta sits on the roof by himself wishing upon the shooting star that maybe he'll get another chance to tell you that he loves you. But you only exist in his thoughts now, leaving him to only imagine you sitting next to him in the cold night and watching the moon as you used to while he stared at you.

[heir-to-the-seas]

"My my my... I had heard rumors but this can't possibly be true! Is Royal Sword Academy's favorite little prince really planning on leaving? And before I even got the chance to make a friend of him as well? This is quite saddening to hear indeed..." An almost ethereal-seeming blonde girl mused, seemingly popping up out of nowhere.

"Min... You've literally never met the guy despite having been at this school longer than I have..." A boy who was very plain in comparison to the girl entered the room a ways behind her, rolling his eyes. "Plus, I heard a lot happened recently and he's... Probably not in the greatest of spirits to be dealing with you right now..."

"Which is exactly why it's so sad to hear, Geenie!" She said before turning to Rielle. "Dearest prince, what's making you decide to go away? I may be a stranger to you, but surely you'd be willing to share your story with me?"

(🥀Minerva and 🦝Eugene, @witch-with-a-thousand-faces)

🐚🌊 "so ....much...happened...so..muchhh...I....had a terrible time on vacation back home..I return and hang w my bestie Chiyo again...that was..calming..but then...it went downhill...I was taken to his school...by him and got into a fight with Floyd..he broke it up and I started to..have these dreams and eventually I broke down...and overblotted..then I hurt him and Floyd..and others..and flooded the school and scared people...and...I woke up in the hospital voiceless and sad..so I texted him to cheer up, apologize...be nice...and uh ....the opposite occured..they said I need to stop being friends with them because of what happened!!..I felt my heart shatter it hurt so much...it still hurts!! Humans are cruel creatures!!""I JUST WANNA GO BACK WHERE ITS SAFE..THE SEA.." sobbing again "I BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH LATELY...I CANT TAKE THIS.."

[12connect]

-Unspoken Desires- part 1

Y. JW

Read this first before reading this chapter because you might not be able to get it. a quick drabble!! – @12connect on Tumblr

word count: 1.750

summary: You and Jungwon haven't spoken for about 4 years because he moved away. Since he was coming back and will be going to the same college as you, you guys had to be on good terms. What will the future hold in? Does Jungwon still wanna be friends?

This is not proofread so if there are mistakes...my bad. Feedback is always appreciated because I'd love to improve! There is no smut yet in this chapter but there will be in the following chapters. Enjoy!!!

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You quickly got changed into a cream white dress that hugged you in all the right spot, put on earrings, sprayed on your signature perfume and went downstairs. "Wow, I am lucky to have such a pretty daughter!", your mom said. You went into the kitchen smiling as you helped your mom set the table. She made all sorts of korean foods such as tteokbokki, galbi, kimchi jjigae and your and Jungwons childhood favorite kimchi fried rice. You could not be happier right now!

The table was set and it looked stunning. You quickly called your parents and your little sister to the table. Once they were all seated the doorbell rang. "Oh oh, here we go." you said before slowly opening the door. "Hii Y/N!!!! I missed you so muchhh." Jungwons older sister said while hugging you tightly. "You gave a kind smile to Jungwons parents as they entered your house. Jungwon didn't even look at you, something was wrong with him..."

Everyone was seated at the table, except you. You grabbed some soda and joined them. Sitting next to Jungwon as it was the only seat left. You guys exchanged a quick glance before diving into the pile of delicious food placed in front of you.

During dinner Jungwon seemed oddly uncomfortable, was it because you guys haven't spoken for about 4 years or something more. What's up with him today? Isn't he atleast a little bit happy to see me? His 'best friend'..I guess not.

After dinner Jungwons sister offered to help me clean the table while our parents were catching up and Jungwon was playing games with your little sister. "I've missed you so hard Y/N, how have you been?" "Uhm I've been doing pretty well, just a little stressed out for college. That's pretty much it hahaha:)" "Oh don't worry about college, Jungwon is going too. You two won't be alone, you've got eachother. So don't stress out." "To be honest Jungwon and I haven't spoken for the past 4 years, since you guys left for Korea...I don't even know of were friends anymore. He seemed so uncomfortable sitting next to me earlier, I'm not sure what to expect." "I didn't know about that, I'm sorry. I think you guys didn't speak because he got a new number, it's just a guess. I'm sure he'd be happy to talk to you again, he just has to get used to being back. Hopefully things will be like they used to before you both are off to college." "I hope so too. Thank you."

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Soon the Yang family left your house. You went to your room and thought about everything that had happened this evening, or didn't happen. Then you suddenly got a message from the person you hoped it to be, Jungwon.

Jungwon: "Hey, Y/N. Do you have a moment to talk? There’s a lot I think we need to catch up on before college starts…"

The message took you by surprise, but also filled you with relief. It had been a strange day, and his sudden distance had left you wondering. Now, maybe, you’d finally get the chance to understand what had changed.

You: "Of course, where do you want to meet?"

Jungwon: "The park near your house? I’ll head there now if that works."

After letting your parents know, you quickly slipped out and walked to the park. It was a cool, quiet evening, and you found him sitting on a bench near the swings, looking deep in thought. When he saw you, he gave you a small smile that reminded you of old times.

“Hey,” you greeted, sitting down next to him.

“Hey,” he replied, glancing at you before looking away, as if he were searching for the right words. He took a breath. “I know today was… weird. I didn’t mean to act like that. It’s just, seeing you again after all these years—right before college starts—felt… complicated.”

You studied him, sensing there was more he wasn’t saying. “I get it. I felt the same way. We were so close, then suddenly we stopped talking. I always wondered if maybe you didn’t want to keep in touch.”

He shook his head quickly. “It wasn’t that. When we moved back to Korea, I thought it’d be easier to just… let things fade. To make a clean break.” He paused, fidgeting with his hands. “But honestly, I never forgot about you. I think that’s why today was so strange for me. It’s like everything we left behind just came rushing back.”

Hearing this, a part of you felt relieved, but another part felt the weight of the years you’d spent apart. “I get it. I missed you, too. I just didn’t know how to reach out, especially after so much time had passed.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “Maybe… maybe we can start over, now that we’ll be at the same college. We could make up for all the time we missed. Just like we used to be.”

A small smile broke out on your face. “I’d really like that.”

You stayed at the park for a while, sharing stories about high school, laughing about all the little things you’d missed. Jungwon still seemed a bit guarded, like he was holding something back, but he seemed more at ease, more like the friend you remembered.

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As you walked home that night, you felt lighter, like a piece of you had finally been restored. You weren’t sure what college would hold for the two of you, but for the first time in years, you felt hopeful about what lay ahead.

The next morning, after a night of tossing and turning with thoughts of what had transpired, you woke up to a text from Jungwon.

Jungwon: “Hey. I was thinking about last night. I’m really glad we talked. It’s like we’ve both been holding onto something for a long time. Let’s not let this be the last time we do this before college.”

You smiled, your heart warming at the thought. Maybe you weren’t sure what would happen once you both started college. You’d be on different paths, living your own separate lives—but that was something you were willing to face together, as friends who had finally found their way back to each other.

You quickly typed out a reply.

You: “I agree. I’m glad we talked too. Let’s make the most of this next chapter. I’m looking forward to what’s ahead, with you.”

After you sent it, you felt a weight lift off your chest. Things wouldn’t go back to the way they were immediately—maybe they never would—but it didn’t matter. What mattered now was that you had the chance to rebuild, to redefine your relationship in a new context. And, maybe, just maybe, the two of you could find something more than just friendship, something that had been lying dormant all these years.

As you sat down at the kitchen table for breakfast, you realized that despite all the uncertainty ahead, today felt different. It felt like the beginning of something new.

[felicitysmoaksx]

I don’t know if i can request this but a sarah x connor imagine with conrad (maybe conrad meeting connor for the first time but him and sarah arent in an established relationship yet)?

Hi Anon! Thanks for this prompt. So this is not how they're going to meet because in the main verse for them Sarah and Connor aren't even together yet...even non-exclusively. But the vibes are the same once Connor figures out some things...if that makes sense!

“Who the hell is that?” Connor Rhodes practically growled his question to Ava Bekker the following Monday he was back at Med, after he had spent two weeks in New York giving presentation after presentation about his hybrid OR program. The blonde beside him stopped typing on her computer, giving him a side glance. Then she peered over her monitor to see who he was referring to. 

“Oh that’s Conrad Hawkins,” she explained as she went back to typing her notes, “He’s a visiting doctor from Georgia? I think. Chastain Park Memorial is looking to build its own hybrid OR and sent him along to scout it out. He’s been helping out in the ED while he waited for you to get back from New York.”

“And he’s in Reese’s personal space because?” Another glance was thrown his way. Then the woman hummed and looked back at the two people. Two people who didn’t seem like they cared that they were in each other's space, before she prodded a little, “Does it look like she’s complaining? Besides this is a little aggressive for you isn’t it, Rhodes?” 

Now it was Connor’s turn to hum before he pulled away from the nurses' station to walk over to Sarah and Dr. Hawkins himself. A coffee waiting for the brunette in his hand.

[SCENE CHANGE]

“All I’m saying is that I’d like you to think about it,” Conrad tried again to persuade Sarah and she didn’t bother to hide her eye roll. Then as if an afterthought, “And actually consider it, instead of scoffing and rolling your eyes.”

“I’m not my sister, Conrad.” She told him with a sigh, “I’m not Nic.”

“I know that.” 

“Hey Sarah,” Sarah looked up and nearly sighed in relief at the distraction because she did not want to have this conversation with Conrad right before shift, if it wasn’t Connor Rhodes. A flush started in her cheeks.

“Dr. Rhodes,” she missed the way her brother-in-law raised an eyebrow at her abruptness. Or the frown that marred Connor’s face at the formalness. Or she was choosing to ignore both men. “Hi. I didn’t know you were back…”

“Yeah, yeah. Just got in late last night,” Connor said before he handed Sarah the coffee, “Here. I got this for you. Extra Mocha and Carmel syrup with a splash of cream.”

“Thank you,” her flush deepened and started to spread downward, much to the amusement of both men looking at her. (Though both men had amusement for very different reasons) Conrad coughed and Sarah’s eyes widened a little as if she just remembered he was standing there. 

“Right! Conrad,” Sarah gestured to Connor with her coffee, “This is Dr. Connor Rhodes. He runs the hybrid operating room program.He’s the one you’ve been waiting for.”

Then she turned to Connor and made the same introductions, but in reverse. “Dr. Rhodes, this is Dr. Conrad Hawkins. Attending Physician of Internal Medicine with a minor in trauma procedures at Chastain Park Memorial.”

Both men faced each other, but before the brunette could catch them sizing each other up, Maggie called for her. Dr. Manning needed a psych consult. She ran off, waving at both of them.

“Just think about it. Please Sarah,” Conrad called after her. He waited until he saw her wave back in acknowledgement, before he turned back to a very unimpressed looking Connor Rhodes. 

Conrad raised an eyebrow back in response. Folding his arms, he rocked a little on his feet and smirked. “You don’t like me, do you?”   

“Why were you in Sarah’s personal space?” The other doctor demanded. 

“You don’t have to act like a jealous boyfriend because I could ask the same to you.” Conrad replied smoothly. Connor opened his mouth to respond, but before he could someone was calling Conrad’s name. 

“Dr. Hawkins,” it was Ms. Goodwin, “I just got word that Dr. Rhodes-Oh! Dr. Rhodes. Good you two have already met. Welcome back, Dr. Rhodes. I trust your trip to New York was good and that we can count on you to show Dr. Hawkins everything there is to know about our hybrid program.”

“Of course Ms. Goodwin but can I take the day to get settled? This was kind of just sprung on me.” Conrad smirked again. Connor Rhodes really did not like him. 

“Did you not get the email I sent you last Monday? Explaining about Dr. Hawkins?” (Connor had missed the email that explained who Conrad Hawkins was.) 

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[peppymintdreams]

isaac breaks pickles trust, he tries to regain it and fix everything </3

Trust

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

It had been days since their last argument, and the silence between Isaac and Pickle felt like a tangible wall between them. Isaac sat at the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair, his mind replaying the conversation over and over, searching for the exact moment things had gone wrong. He had crossed a line, a line he never thought he would, and now the weight of it was settling heavily on his chest.

Pickle hadn’t said much since the fight, their usual bright demeanor dimmed, replaced by a guarded distance that Isaac had never seen from them before. And it all came down to one thing: Isaac had broken their trust. He had pried into something personal, something Pickle had asked him not to, and now he was left trying to piece together the fragments of what once felt unbreakable.

The worst part was that Pickle had trusted him completely, had let him in in ways they rarely did with anyone else. And he had let them down.

Isaac sighed, staring at the empty side of the bed where Pickle usually lay. The room felt colder without them there. He needed to fix this had to fix this but he wasn’t sure how to start.

With a deep breath, Isaac stood and walked down the hall to where Pickle sat curled up on the couch, their knees drawn to their chest as they stared at the TV, though Isaac doubted they were really watching it. The moment he entered the room, Pickle’s shoulders tensed, and that familiar ache returned to Isaac’s chest.

“Pickle…” he began softly, unsure of how to begin. “Can we talk?”

Pickle didn’t turn to look at him, their gaze fixed on the screen. “I don’t really want to talk right now, Isaac.”

The coldness in their voice stung, but Isaac couldn’t blame them. He deserved it. He stepped closer, standing a few feet away from the couch, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

“I know,” Isaac said, his voice quiet but steady. “And I know I’m probably the last person you want to talk to right now. But I need to say something. Please.”

Pickle remained silent, but Isaac took their lack of a protest as permission to continue.

“I messed up,” he admitted, his voice raw with regret. “I went too far, and I hurt you. I never meant to do that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I did. You trusted me, and I broke that trust. I’m so sorry.”

Pickle shifted slightly, finally turning their head just enough to glance at him. Their eyes were guarded, their expression unreadable, but Isaac saw the hurt lingering just beneath the surface. It twisted his heart in ways he hadn’t expected.

“You didn’t just break my trust, Isaac,” Pickle said, their voice soft but filled with a quiet pain that cut through him. “You made me feel like I couldn’t be safe with you. Like I couldn’t share things without worrying that you’d… I don’t know. That you’d go behind my back.”

Isaac’s breath hitched, their words hitting him like a punch to the gut. That was the last thing he ever wanted them to feel unsafe, uncertain around him. He stepped closer, his heart in his throat.

“I never wanted you to feel that way,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t trust me. I can’t take back what I did, but I can promise you that I’ll do everything I can to earn your trust again. I’ll listen to you, respect your boundaries, and be the person you need me to be. Please, Pickle. Just give me a chance.”

Pickle’s eyes flickered with something conflict, hesitation but they didn’t move away as Isaac knelt down in front of them, so they were eye level. The tension between them was palpable, and Isaac could feel his own anxiety gnawing at him, but he stayed there, giving them the space to respond in their own time.

“I don’t know if it’s that simple,” Pickle finally whispered, their voice trembling slightly. “It’s not like I can just… switch off what I’m feeling.”

Isaac nodded, his heart heavy. “I know. I’m not asking you to. I just want to make things right, even if it takes time. I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Pickle studied him for a long moment, their eyes searching his face, trying to gauge his sincerity. Isaac didn’t flinch under their gaze, didn’t shy away from the vulnerability of the moment. He knew this was his fault, and he was prepared to face whatever consequences came with it.

After what felt like an eternity, Pickle sighed softly, their shoulders sagging just a bit. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore,” they admitted, their voice small. “But I’m not sure how to trust you again.”

Isaac’s heart ached at their words, but he offered them a small, tentative smile. “We’ll figure it out together. However long it takes, I’ll be here.”

For the first time in days, Pickle looked at him—not with the cold distance that had built between them, but with a sliver of hope, however faint. They didn’t smile, didn’t offer him immediate forgiveness, but they nodded slowly.

“Okay,” they said, their voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll try.”

Isaac let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, relief washing over him in a wave. It wasn’t a solution, but it was a start. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering near Pickle’s, waiting for their permission. After a beat, Pickle took his hand, their grip hesitant but there.

Isaac held on gently, not pulling them closer just yet. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice full of gratitude. “I won’t let you down again.”

Pickle didn’t say anything, but they didn’t pull away either. It was a small step, but it was enough for now

[cryolyst]

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