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inseobts · 16 days ago

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Heyyy. Can I request a part two of "Luffy's sister" where she met then meet Sabo?

Luffy’s ‘sister’ pt.2

sabo x fem!reader

part 1

a/n: I tried to use the anime canon events so it could contain spoilers for these who didn't watch dressrosa arc yet! also I tried my best to explain that you're not their sister lmao

tags: dressrosa arc spoilers, sabo spoilers?, emotional reunion, memories, humor, slow burn (really really slow)

words count: 5.3k

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

You’ve never been good at sneaking around.

But today, you’re a ghost... hood up, steps light, slipping past the guards with your heart pounding in your ears.

You weren’t trying to get involved. You just wanted to see Luffy. Make sure he’s okay. Make sure the plan hasn’t blown up in his face again.

You find a small side passage near the Colosseum’s underground tunnel. It leads to an open area behind the stands, away from the crowd’s eyes. You peek out carefully.

And there he is.

Luffy.

You exhale in relief, until you see what he’s doing.

He’s on top of someone, arms wrapped tightly around the man like he’s trying to crush him.

Your eyes widen.

“What the—?” you mutter, stepping out into the open “Luffy?! What are you doing?!”

He doesn’t even flinch.

You hurry closer, panic rising “Oi! Why are you fighting outside the arena?! Who is this?!”

You try to pry him off the stranger “Let him go! He can’t breathe—are you crying? What is happening?!”

Luffy stays stuck, unmoving, his grip unnaturally tight, rubbery and impossible to break.

You groan “Oh, come on. Of all times to use your stupid Devil Fruit…”

You plant your foot and yank again, finally pulling Luffy backward just enough that the other guy can breathe. Luffy’s arms stretch as you drag him off, his face still teary.

You stand up straight, panting “Jeez, dramatic much? Why are you even trying to kill someone like that...”

You don’t turn around yet. You’re too busy scolding him.

“Honestly, I thought you were here to blend in and keep a low profile, not body slam strangers underground. You’re gonna blow the whole—”

Luffy suddenly grabs your hand. His grip is warm and shaking.

“Y/N...” he says in the middle of his sobbing.

You blink.

“What?”

He doesn’t say anything.

He just pulls you toward the man behind you.

You turn slowly and freeze.

The man standing before you looks older than the boy you remember... taller, broader, his blond hair messier than ever. There’s a jagged scar running down the side of his face. His eyes are softer now, but familiar. Too familiar.

You stare.

Your mind tries to say it, but the name won’t come out.

Your body doesn’t move. You don’t speak. You just look at him, your expression unreadable. Nothing on your face gives you away. Not shock. Not anger. Not tears.

Just silence.

Luffy is quiet too. He watches both of you carefully, like he knows this is your moment.

The blond man steps closer, slowly, cautiously. His voice is calm, but low, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile.

“...I was hoping I’d find you too.”

He pauses.

Your hands hang limp at your sides.

He takes one more step “It’s me. It’s Sabo.”

Nothing.

A flicker passes through your eyes, but your face doesn’t move.

Sabo lowers his head a little, voice softer now “You probably thought I died.”

Still, you say nothing.

He almost smiles painfully “To be fair… I thought I did too.”

A wind moves through the tunnel. Quiet. Heavy.

You just stare.

No tears. No yelling. Just a stillness so sharp it makes Luffy shift uncomfortably behind you.

Sabo doesn’t push. He just stands there and waits.

The silence stretches.

Sabo is still standing there, a few feet from you, eyes steady and soft. He’s giving you time. Space. But your body feels frozen, like it hasn’t caught up with what your eyes are seeing.

He’s alive.

He’s real.

He’s right there.

But you can’t process it.

You blink slowly, once.

Then you turn… not to him, but to Luffy.

Your voice is quiet. Too calm.

“I’m going to wait outside.”

Luffy flinches a little “Huh? Wait—Y/N, don’t you wanna—?”

You’re already walking.

“I’ll be outside” you say again, not turning back.

You don’t look at Sabo. You don’t look at Luffy again either.

You just leave.

The tunnel bends, and the second you’re alone it hits you.

Your knees buckle.

You catch yourself against the wall, but it doesn’t matter. The sob breaks out of you like a punch to the gut. Then another. And another.

You slide down to the ground, hands trembling.

He’s alive.

And you said nothing, you just left.

The tears come fast, hot, quiet, unstoppable. You bury your face in your arms, biting your lip to keep the sound in. But your body shakes anyway. Your chest aches with everything you never got to say. Everything you buried.

You’re not even sure what hurts more, losing him before, or seeing him again now.

You don’t know how long you sit there but you don’t move. Not yet.

Footsteps echo down the tunnel.

You wipe your face quickly, trying to steady your breathing, but your eyes are still red. Your shoulders still shake.

You know that rhythm. You don’t look up.

“...Luffy.”

He crouches in front of you. Doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches you with quiet eyes and a small frown, like he doesn’t know whether to pull you into a hug or sit silently until you ask.

Finally, he says, “He didn’t know you were gonna be here either.”

You flinch—but only slightly.

You look away “Don’t.”

He tilts his head “But—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He stays still.

You wipe your eyes again, harsh this time, like you’re trying to erase the weakness. You breathe in through your nose and push yourself up with stiff legs.

“We’re here for Ace’s fruit, for Doflamingo etc” you say, voice flat, like nothing just happened “That’s the priority.”

Luffy stares at you. You don’t meet his eyes.

“I get it,” he says softly, after a beat “But you don’t have to—”

“I do.” Your voice cracks just slightly “Because if I don’t focus on that, I’ll fall apart again.”

Luffy looks like he wants to say more, but doesn’t. Instead, he just nods.

You finally glance at him, your expression calmer now, but your eyes still tired. Still swollen. You offer a shaky smile.

“Let’s finish what we came here for.”

The chaos has slowed for now.

You’re seated on a stone ledge just outside one of the old Dressrosa corridors, away from the crowd and the noise. Law is nearby, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. His eyes are half-lidded, but you know he’s alert. Always is.

You sit quietly for a while, the silence not awkward… just thick with things unspoken.

And then, like it sneaks out of your mouth before you can stop it, you ask “...What would you do, if years ago, you saw someone you love die right in front of you…”

Law’s eyes open just a little.

“…and then one day, out of nowhere, they show up alive. Like nothing happened. Like those years of grief didn’t even exist?”

He looks at you.

He knows exactly who you’re talking about. And you know exactly who he’s thinking of too.

Law doesn’t answer right away. He looks off to the side, like the wind carries memories he hasn’t let himself face in years.

Finally, he says, quietly “I would do nothing.”

Your chest tightens.

He shifts just a little, as if that confession cost him something “If he walked in front of me right now… I wouldn’t speak. Wouldn’t move. I’d probably think it was a trick.”

You swallow hard.

“I don’t think there’s a right way to react,” Law adds, glancing at you now “Grief... changes the way you see the world. Coming back from it doesn’t happen in one moment. Not even if they return.”

You nod slowly. For the first time since seeing Sabo, something inside you… softens.

Maybe your silence wasn’t wrong.

Maybe your reaction was your answer.

You look down at your hands, voice barely above a whisper “Thank you.”

Law just hums quietly “Don’t thank me. Just give yourself time.”

The silence settles again after Law's last words. You're not crying anymore, just sitting there with your arms resting on your knees, the ache in your chest finally dulling.

Law glances at you sideways.

Then, deadpan as ever, he says “Are you sure you’re Luffy’s sister? You look… normal.”

You snort, caught off guard “Wow. Rude.”

He smirks, just barely.

You shake your head “I’m not his real sister, anyway.”

Law raises an eyebrow.

“When we were little,” you start, your voice softer now, “Luffy, Ace, and Sabo made this whole brotherhood pact thing. You know—swore on sake cups, made it official, the whole dramatic act.”

Law nods once, silently amused.

You roll your eyes a little “I wasn’t there when they did it. They didn’t invite me. Said it was a boy thing or something dumb like that.”

Law gives you a dry look “That tracks.”

You grin faintly “I was so mad. Didn’t speak to any of them for days. I even bit Luffy when he tried to apologize.”

Law’s eyes flicker “You bit him?”

“Hard,” you say proudly “But you know Luffy. He just kept showing up, acting like nothing happened. Then one day, out of nowhere, he tells someone I’m his sister. Said I was there when they made the promise, and I’ve just ‘forgotten.’”

Law blinks “He… rewrote history?”

“Loudly and convincingly,” you say with a laugh “Ace just ran with it. After a while, they both acted like I was part of that pact from the start. They even started getting mad at me when I didn’t call them my brothers.”

You exhale “ But Sabo never got the chance to go along with the lie.”

There’s a long pause “…I’m kind of glad.”

Law watches you closely now, sensing the shift in your tone.

You look away, your voice quieter.

“Because I don’t think I could’ve handled hearing my crush call me his little sister.”

That surprises a chuckle out of him, soft and sharp “Makes sense.”

You give him a sideways glance “What does?”

“Why you looked like you saw a ghost and got punched in the heart at the same time.”

You groan “I did not—”

“You absolutely did.”

You cover your face with both hands “Ugh. I hate this.”

Law, surprisingly, just says, “It’s fine.”

You peek at him through your fingers.

“It’s not like he called you his sister yet,” Law adds with a shrug “There’s still hope for your embarrassing feelings.”

You shove his shoulder but you're smiling now.

Dressrosa is a battlefield.

Buildings cracked in half, marines flooding the streets, chaos unfurling like smoke. But you’re already deep in it, your body flickering into flowing strips of fabric that twist and snap like whips. You stretch your torso around a collapsing wall, harden the strands like steel, and knock out three soldiers in one elegant motion.

“Always dramatic, aren’t you?”

The voice drops from above.

You roll your eyes before you even see him “You again.”

Sabo lands beside you, spinning his staff lazily “Don’t act like you’re not thrilled.”

“I was, until the part where you showed up.”

He grins “You used to be nicer.”

“No, you used to be less annoying.”

But your mouth twitches. You hate that it feels normal again, bickering with him like nothing happened. Like there weren’t years of silence and grief between you.

The fighting pulls you back into rhythm.

You move fast, wrapping a strand of your now-hardened fabric around a marine’s leg, yanking him off balance. Sabo intercepts another with his staff and a burst of flame. You duck under his arm as he swings, your body briefly unraveling into long sheets of cloth that snap back into place behind him.

“Still showing off” he mutters.

“You’re the one on fire.”

“Jealous?”

“You wish.”

Your fabric slams into the ground beside him, cracking the earth and knocking back a group of enemies. His flames chase the shockwave, torching the air in a clean arc.

You’re mid-battle, wrapping around enemies, flipping them off their feet. You're swift, focused, a total force.

But your damn hair won’t stay out of your face.

You keep blowing strands away, grumbling between punches “Stupid wind—stupid hair—get out of my face!”

Sabo’s voice cuts in from behind you “You never fixed that, huh?”

You glance over your shoulder “Fixed what?”

He ducks an enemy’s attack and then jerks his chin toward you “Your hair always did that when you fought. Thought you’d have learned by now.”

“Excuse you—my hair is a strategic distraction.”

Sabo laughs “You used to say that exact line.”

You freeze for a half second.

That tone. That smile.

Suddenly

Flashback You’re back in the woods. Same old gang, same old forest clearing. You’re younger. Sweaty, annoyed, trying to keep your hair tied back as the boys spar with sticks. It keeps falling into your face. You hiss under your breath, yanking it into a terrible knot. Sabo notices from across the clearing. Later that day, he shows up with a long, fraying strip of ugly, faded blue fabric. You frown “What is that?” He shrugs, trying to sound casual “Something to keep your hair out of your face.” “You made me something?” “Shut up. It’s not a big deal. I just don’t want you blaming your losses on bad hair.” You wear it every day for months. At the time, you thought it was just friendly teasing.

Now, mid-battle, back in the present, your hair still flying wild and his eyes still on you like he remembers every version of you, and you realize it wasn’t just a scarf.

He glances sideways at you, eyes warm “You really haven’t changed.”

You smirk “I upgrade. Learn the difference.”

When the final marine falls, you harden your leg into woven steel and deliver a clean spinning kick to finish it off.

Silence settles in.

You’re both standing in the middle of the ruined street, breathing hard. Sabo spins his staff once more and slides it onto his back.

You raise a hand, palm up “Not bad. I’ll give you a C-plus.”

He raises an eyebrow “C-plus?”

“C for ‘Could’ve-done-it-myself.’”

But you’re smiling genuinely, for the first time in a long time.

He laughs, then high-fives you without hesitation.

The contact is quick but his cheeks color the moment your hand slaps his.

You pause, blinking at him.

He’s still smiling, but it’s softer now. Maybe even shy.

Realizing what just happened, you quickly drop your hand and turn away, mood snapping back into place.

“Whatever,” you mutter “Let’s keep moving.”

But he doesn’t let the silence linger.

He steps up beside you, voice lower “We need to talk.”

You don’t look at him, but your answer is quiet. Solid.

“Later.”

He watches you for a moment, and for the first time today, he doesn’t feel like you’re slipping away again.

The little safehouse is quiet, tucked in the hills after the battle. Everyone’s exhausted. Robin pours tea, Franky’s patching his arm, and Usopp is dramatically recounting a battle no one asked about. Luffy’s already halfway through his third plate.

You’re leaning against the back wall, arms crossed, trying to ignore the way Sabo keeps stealing glances at you across the room.

It’s almost peaceful.

Then Usopp opens his mouth.

“So this is your brother, huh, Y/N?” he says, nodding toward Sabo with a big grin.

You whip around and punch him in the arm.

“NO.”

“OW—WHAT?!” Usopp yelps, clutching his arm “What’d I do?!”

Sabo blinks, genuinely confused “Wait… you’re not…?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples “I’m not their sister. I was never part of their little brotherhood pact.”

Luffy’s mouth is too full to answer, so he just grins guiltily.

Zoro raises an eyebrow “But Luffy keeps calling you his sister, you even introduced yourself that and told us you were in the pact.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, “Actually those three idiots didn’t want me in the original pact. I wasn’t ‘boyish enough’... I sulked for weeks.”

Sabo pauses, eyes widening a little “Wait… I was the only idiot. I asked them not to invite you.”

The room goes silent.

Your heart skips a beat “You what?”

“You… hated me that much?” you say, voice suddenly quieter, tinged with something raw “You didn’t want me to be part of your family?”

Sabo’s eyes go wide “What? No! I didn’t hate you. I… I told them not to invite you because…”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking incredibly awkward now, flustered, even.

“…because I had a crush on you. And I didn’t want my crush doing a brotherhood pact with me. That’s weird.”

You blink. Hard.

Flashback You’re all sitting around a fire after stealing food from the town again. Luffy’s asleep already, curled up like a cat. Ace is leaning back on his elbows, smirking. You’re messing with a broken dagger you found, cleaning the rust off with a cloth and not really part of the conversation. Sabo is beside you, stealing glances. Too many glances. Ace notices. Of course he does. He nudges Sabo with his elbow and whispers just loud enough, “You’re being obvious, lover boy.” Sabo nearly chokes on his bread “I’m not—shut up!” You look up “What are you two whispering about?” Ace grins “Nothing. Just telling Sabo he’s dreaming too big.” Sabo scowls “I said shut up!” You narrow your eyes “Why? What’d he say?” Ace just shrugs with that smug look “Told him you’re way out of his league.” Sabo turns even redder “AACE—” You freeze. Your hands go still on the dagger. “…You guys are mean,” you mutter, standing up quickly “Don’t joke like that.” Ace blinks, caught off guard “Hey, I was just—” But you’re already walking off into the woods, pretending your face isn’t hot. Pretending it doesn’t sting. You thought they were teasing you. Mocking you for daring to think you could be anything but “one of the boys”. That maybe you weren’t pretty enough. Strong enough. Good enough. You had no idea Sabo was blushing for a different reason entirely.

You realize Ace wasn’t being cruel that day.

Sabo wasn’t embarrassed for you, he was embarrassed because of you.

You didn’t mishear them.

You just didn’t believe it could be true “…Come again?”

He avoids your gaze “To make them go along with it, I promised Ace and Luffy that… uh… I’d make you their sister-in-law instead.”

The entire room freezes.

Sanji drops his cigarette. Nami almost chokes on her tea. Even Zoro raises both eyebrows.

Flashback You're running toward the clearing where Ace, Luffy, and Sabo are whispering, clearly plotting something. You’re grinning, excited to finally be part of one of their “important meetings”. “What’s going on? Did you find treasure? Are we stealing meat again? Count me in!” They go quiet. Ace gives Sabo a long look, and then sighs “It’s not about meat.” Luffy squints at you “It’s not for you.” Your smile falters “What?” Sabo hesitates “We’re… making a brotherhood pact.” You blink “So? I’m here too.” Ace rubs the back of his neck “It’s a brotherhood. You’re not a brother.” Luffy crosses his arms “Yeah. You’re not even tough enough.” That one stings. You ball your fists “I’m tougher than all of you!” They don’t answer. The silence says enough. You storm off, cheeks burning, not from rage, but from humiliation. After that you avoid them for days. Then weeks. You sleep in different spots. Train alone. Refuse to talk to them even when they try. They’re clearly lost. Ace tries bribing you with dumplings. Luffy leaves a weird drawing of the four of you fighting a sea king (you’re drawn tiny). None of it works. Sabo watches you with guilt in his eyes but never approaches. Until on morning, when you're sitting alone by the river, skimming stones and still furious. Sabo shows up, hands in his pockets. Doesn’t speak for a long time. He sits beside you, quiet again. He doesn’t bring up the brotherhood. Or the fight. Or the fact that you cried when no one was looking. Instead, he hands you something small. A rusty key on a string. “What’s this?” “It’s the key to my secret treasure chest.” You squint “What treasure?” “Can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” You narrow your eyes “How do I know there’s anything in it?” He shrugs “Guess you’ll have to find it someday.” You roll your eyes “Is this supposed to make me feel better?” Sabo smiles, just a little “It’s our promise. If you ever find it, you can keep everything inside.” “Even if it’s full of bugs?” “Then I’ll owe you a treasure better than anyone else’s.” You look at the key again, trying not to smile. You tie it around your neck without saying a word.

Sabo rubs his neck, looking like it physically hurts to admit “I didn’t want you calling me your brother. I had a crush on you. I couldn’t do that promise with you there. I panicked. I was a kid, okay?”

Silence again.

You stare at him, face slowly turning red “You WHAT?!”

Sabo’s ears are red now “It made sense at the time! I was nine!”

“WAIT A SECOND,” you shout, whirling around to Luffy “YOU KNEW?!”

Luffy keeps chewing “Mmhmm.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING?!”

“I forgot!” he grins, crumbs flying “But yeah, Sabo said he’d marry you or something, so we didn’t let you be our brother.”

You bury your face in your hands.

Usopp whispers, stunned, “So… wait… you were engaged and didn’t know it?”

Franky slams the table “THAT’S SUPER!”

“Luffy,” you growl, still covering your face “We are having words later.”

Sabo scratches the back of his neck and finally, softly says, “So… does that mean I don’t need to avoid the conversation anymore?”

You peek through your fingers at him, expression unreadable.

“…Later.”

And Sabo smiles because this time, he knows you mean it.

The safehouse is still too quiet after Sabo’s confession. The crew is frozen in various degrees of “What did we just witness?”

You’re still trying to process the idea that Sabo, your childhood thorn in the side, your years-long ache, the boy you grieved, apparently planned on marrying you before he even learned how to write cursive properly.

Your face is burning.

He looks just as flustered, sitting stiffly like he doesn’t know if he should run or hide.

Then, of course, Luffy happens.

“Well then,” Luffy says through another mouthful of food “Why don’t you tell him you had a crush on him too? That way you’re even!”

Dead silence.

Your entire body freezes.

Sabo chokes on his tea.

You snap your head toward Luffy, eyes wide with sheer disbelief.

You walk over and punch him in the shoulder hard “Luffy, shut up!”

“Ow! What?! I’m just helping!” he whines.

“I don’t need help!”

Zoro smirks from the corner “You kinda do.”

You ignore him.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, hands twitching with nervous energy, and you can feel Sabo’s eyes on you, uncertain, hopeful, soft.

So before anyone else can speak, you walk straight over to him, grab his wrist, and say, “Outside. Now.”

Sabo blinks, startled, but lets you pull him to the door.

Sanji whistles under his breath “Someone’s about to get a love confession or a fist in the face.”

“Or both” Nami mutters.

The door slams behind you.

The air outside is quieter. Cooler. Still buzzing with post-battle energy, but calm enough that your thoughts start to catch up with you.

You let go of his wrist.

He doesn’t speak yet.

Neither do you.

Until you finally turn around, arms crossed tight.

“You’re seriously telling me… all those years ago, you didn’t let me be your sworn sibling because you liked me?”

He runs a hand through his hair, chuckling nervously “It sounds dumb when you say it like that.”

“It is dumb.”

“…Yeah.”

Pause.

You stare at him “You meant it?”

He looks at you now.

Clear-eyed, warm, and with the kind of steady patience that says "I’ve waited years already... I can wait another minute".

“I did.”

Your voice is smaller now “So what now?”

Sabo steps closer, hands in his pockets, smile soft “Now… you can either say Luffy was right—”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“—or you can tell me to forget it all and we go back to awkward eye contact and pretending to fight about things that don’t matter.”

You hesitate.

Then you exhale “...I did have a crush on you. Back then.”

His expression shifts, something like awe and relief.

“And now?” he asks quietly.

You roll your eyes and glance away “...Still kinda mad at you.”

Sabo grins.

“So… I’ve got a chance?”

You finally smile, barely “Ask me again when Luffy isn’t listening.”

The sun has dipped low behind the hills, casting the small safehouse in a warm gold glow. Most of the crew has drifted into sleep or taken watch. The quiet hum of insects and the distant crash of waves fill the night.

You’re sitting on the back porch steps, watching the sky turn from orange to violet, your arms loosely wrapped around your knees. You know he's behind you before he speaks.

Sabo doesn’t ask if he can join you.

He just does.

You don’t look at him right away, but you don’t move away, either.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” you ask softly, “or were you just trying to be poetic in front of an audience?”

He chuckles lightly “I meant it. All of it.”

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye.

He’s looking up at the sky now, the firelight from inside catching his features, older, worn, but still him. There’s a calm to him now, but it feels earned, not effortless.

“I wanted to tell you… what happened to me” he says.

You nod, settling in without interrupting.

“I don’t remember the shipwreck. Not really. Just flashes. Pain, water, fire. Then… nothing. I was with the Revolutionaries. Dragon found me. Saved me. They told me who I was, gave me a name, a life. But not my memories. Not really.”

His voice is low, steady.

“I kept having these dreams, though. Faces I didn’t recognize. A little boy with freckles. A loud kid with a hat. A girl with bright eyes who threw a sandal at my head once.”

You smile faintly.

“I didn’t know what they meant. Just that I woke up missing something. Missing someone.”

He finally turns to look at you.

“And then, when I saw that article about Ace… it all came back. Like someone cracked my chest open. Every memory. Every promise. Every dumb plan we made.”

You swallow hard.

“And I realized,” he continues, voice softer now, “that I missed you three all this time. But not in the same way.”

You glance over at him, and this time, your gaze lingers.

“I missed Ace like a brother. I missed Luffy like the idiot best friend he always was. But you…”

He breathes in, slow and steady.

“You were different. There was always something in my heart that felt too heavy, something that wouldn’t let me move on. And now I know why.”

Your pulse skips.

Sabo leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped.

“I’m glad I listened to that weight every time it slowed me down. Because now… I got a chance. With you. After all these years.”

Silence stretches between you, warm and electric.

You don’t speak right away. You just lean your shoulder into his, lightly, gently. No dramatics. No tears.

Just quiet understanding.

“…Good,” you murmur “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiles, slow and sure, and for the first time in years, that heavy part of his heart finally feels light.

Now Sabo preparing to leave. The chaos of Dressrosa is winding down, but the ache in your chest is ramping up.

Sabo is leaving...

Again...

You knew it would happen. You told yourself it wouldn’t hurt. You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry.

But here you are, standing with the crew near the docks, arms stiff by your sides, lips pressed tight together, and that familiar burn rising in your throat.

Sabo is saying his goodbyes, quick, easy, all smiles and handshakes.

Then he turns to you and your eyes meet.

And something in you breaks.

Your breath hitches. Your eyes sting. And before you can stop it, before you can hide behind sarcasm or anger like usual, your face crumples.

The first tear falls before you even realize it.

Then another.

And another.

Until you're full-on crying in front of everyone.

You gasp softly and try to turn away, embarrassed, but it's too late. The damage is done.

Everyone freezes.

Even Luffy looks stunned, eyes wide with surprise “Y/N…?”

Sabo’s entire expression shifts, from shock, to concern, to something impossibly soft.

He steps forward and cups your face gently in both hands, thumbs brushing your cheeks, wiping the tears you can’t stop.

“Don’t cry,” he says quietly “I promise we’ll meet again soon.”

You sniff, voice catching “You said that last time…”

“I mean it this time,” he whispers “And I won’t let anyone, or anything, stop me from coming back to you.”

You lunge forward before you can think.

Your arms wrap around him tightly, fiercely, your first real hug since he came back, and it shakes with everything you couldn’t say until now. Your fingers clutch the back of his coat, and you don’t let go.

He hugs you back instantly, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

He leans down, lips near your ear.

“When I come back,” he murmurs, “we’ll go on our first date.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, arms tightening around him. You nod but you don’t look up.

You can’t. Not yet. Not when your chest still feels like it’s breaking.

But his heartbeat is solid against yours. His warmth is real.

And this time, his promise feels real too.

The crew is quiet after Sabo’s departure. Too quiet.

You’re sitting on the deck, knees pulled up to your chest, staring out at the waves. The salty wind brushes your face, cooling the sting left by tears you didn’t plan to shed.

You’re still hugging your arms around yourself, trying to feel normal again.

The crew watches you from a respectful distance.

Then they start moving in.

First is Sanji, with a tray.

“I brought snacks,” he says gently “And tea. It’s sweet.”

You take a sip. It is sweet... too sweet. You gag.

He immediately fumbles “Wait—okay—too much honey—I can make another—”

Then Chopper waddles up with a blanket.

“I brought something soft! It’s warm and smells like medicine!”

You blink “…Why does it smell like medicine?”

“Because it’s mine...” he says proudly.

You pat his head anyway.

Then Usopp sits beside you and, very seriously, says, “If it makes you feel better, I cried for two hours when my goldfish died.”

“…You had a goldfish?”

“…No.”

You blink.

And you burst out laughing.

It slips out of you like a hiccup, and suddenly your shoulders shake, not from sadness, but from the absurdity of your friends trying so hard to comfort you in the worst ways imaginable.

You’re still wiping your eyes when your gaze locks onto Luffy across the deck.

He’s crouched on a barrel, chewing meat, acting like nothing ever happened, and suddenly your laugh dies.

Your expression flattens into cold fury.

You stand slowly. The crew senses the change and clears a path as you stalk over.

“Luffy,” you say sweetly “You wanna explain to me why, for years, you insisted I was your sister but never once told me Sabo had a giant crush on me?”

Luffy blinks up at you, meat hanging from his mouth.

“…I forgot?”

“YOU FORGOT?!” you roar, grabbing him by the collar.

“I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ACE!” he shouts, flailing “I DIDN’T THINK YOU NEEDED TO KNOW YOU WERE BREAKING SABO'S HEART!”

Zoro, from the side “He kinda has a point.”

“STAY OUT OF THIS, MOSSHEAD!”

Usopp whistles low “There she goes. She’s back.”

You let Luffy go with a growl and storm off, cheeks burning, but this time, it’s not from tears.

It’s from the tiniest bit of hope starting to grow in your chest.

Because now… Sabo has a promise to keep.

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bandgie · 11 months ago

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In Pixie Dust We Trust

synopsis: You're content with being Chris's best friend for all eternity. It doesn't matter how big your heart is, you're small where it matters most. That's what you think at least.

warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, microphilia (reader is 7-10in/17-25cm), pussy eating, boobie sucking, reader used as a fleshlight (non-penetrative), cum eating (m!), jerking off, little bit of jealously in the beginning, does this count as monsterfucking? idk

notes: man, I did like 3 different rough drafts on this and said fuck it. ALSO?? I guess grammarly has limited help options now? fucking assholes

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It would be impossible for Chris to hear you cheering for him amongst the dozens of shouting people, but you scream anyway.

“Go Chris!” You cup your hands around your mouth for extra volume, “Go, go, go!”

Mythics alike cheer for their representative species. Sirens, vampryes, lycans, and many more creatures roar for a winner. Despite the overwhelming number of Mythics, humans fill up a good portion of the audience to spur on Chris. He’s the only mortal in the swim meet, one of the rare humans to be able to compete against creatures like yourself.

Truthfully, you’re not too aware of the rules when it comes to swimming. Something about a certain amount of meters, certain strokes, and when you’re supposed to come up for air. The explanations went right over your head when Chris told them to you, but that doesn’t stop you from screaming your little lungs out.

“Jeez,” Felix rubs his ear. “Who would’ve thought a little pixie like you could scream so loud.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Sorry!” You decide it’s better to find a better sitting spot. Felix’s shoulder is always your go-to seat, but you don’t want to burst his eardrums from your screams. Your wings flutter rapidly, raising you high until you plop on his blonde hair.

At least you didn’t have to pay for a seat. Being the mere size of a hand, you can easily sit on someone instead.

You lean to one side of Felix’s head, “This better?” He nods, making your grip on his hair so you don’t slip off. “Yeah. You can cheer for your human boyfriend all you want now.” Felix’s head lightly shakes as he laughs. A sheep shade of crimson creeps up your neck and you yank on his hair. “Shut up! He’s not my boyfriend!”

You only feel a little bad when Felix whines. He reaches his hand to fight you with the wiggle of his fingers that you slap away while giggling. “Ouch! That hurt.”

“Whatever,” you slap the final finger away. “You deserved it.” Felix scoffs, rolling his eyes though you can’t see. “For what? Saying the truth? I’m a nymph, baby. You can’t hide those feelings from me.”

Now it’s you who rolls their eyes. As much as you would want to argue with Felix, he’s right. You may have the best friend title when it comes to Chris, but you want Chris in a way you know you shouldn't. You want to feel him hold you, have his lips pepper kisses all over your magical body until you can’t breathe. He doesn’t know how much you yearn for him when you sit on his shoulder, your wings bashfully fluttering when he talks low just for you to hear.

It doesn’t do any good for you to think like that. It’s better to blink those thoughts away and keep cheering, pretending you’re perfectly fine with being Chris’s tiny best friend.

But pretending is never easy for a pixie. Having such a small body does nothing to lessen the emotions you feel. Felix is doing everything he can to keep you from flying away and sobbing your heart out. When you two went looking for Chris to congratulate him on placing in the top three, neither of you expected the many female Mythics and humans to praise him.

“Hey! He’s just feeling excited from the race, he’s just super hyped right now.” Felix laughs nervously. “It’s no biggie. They’re just all congratulating him.”

You wish that were true or that you believed it. Instead, you’re frozen at the sight of Chris smiling from whatever they’resaying. One of them goes as far as to whisper in his ear, earning a deep blush from his wet face. Felix panics more. “She just- She said- oh damn.”

It shouldn’t bother you. If anything, you should be happy that Chris is finally getting the attention he deserves. He deserves people supporting him. Someone who can give him a happy, normal-sized relationship even if they aren’thuman. Not a pixie who is barely bigger than the size of his hand.

You blink your tears away, ignoring the ugly lump in your throat as you dejectedly fly next to Felix’s face. “It’s fine. Let’sjust go.” Felix whips his head to you, eyes wide with sincerity. “No! Pixie, we came out here for him. We can at least say hi then leave right after.”

There’s a twinge of hope in his eyes. Felix has been rooting for you since you told him about your unrequited love. Although you would roll your eyes at his support most of the time, it did boost some confidence in you. Now you realize it was all foolish. A stupid dream you should have kept sleeping.

You shake your head, “I can’t face him, Lix. Not when every girl in this damn city is trying to make him their mate. It’snot like he’d notice me leaving anyway.”

“You’re leaving?” Chris’s voice makes you and Felix jump. His hair is flat against his head from the diving cap he was wearing. It drips with water, leaking down his beautiful face to his naked torso. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

It’s only for a brief moment that you’re stunned. You weren’t prepared to see him so quickly. “Y-”

“No,” Felix quickly interrupts you. “She meant when is everyone else gonna leave. It’s so stuffed in here.” Felix looks at you wide-eyed as if to say don’t say anything before looking at Chris. “But dude! Congratulations!”

Chris’s signature dimple appears on his face. He wraps an arm around the nymph’s shoulder and brings him in for a hug.“I totally thought I was gonna get last. Those sirens are fucking fast.”

The embrace doesn’t last too long, not when Chris is eager to hear you praise him.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It was really impressive. I’m so proud of you!” It’s hard for you to do your normal joyful screaming, not when the bashful look he gave the mythic girl still lingers in your mind. You try to wipe the memory from your mind to focus on the mortal winner standing before you. The half-naked mortal winner that is.

“Yeah?” Chris lightens up at your words. His shining eyes warm your heart and your jealousy suddenly feels silly. “Fuck yeah! I knew you were gonna at least place in the top 5. But top 3? That’s Olympic shit right there.”

The flush on Chris’s face says it all. He rubs the back of his neck and giggles, a small squeak emitting from the back of his throat. “I would say thaaat.”

Felix laughs at the two of you, patting Chris on the shoulder. “I saw this Korean restaurant nearby - it looks super good. Minho told me that the chefs are all human. We should go before it gets packed!” The three of you look amongst each other and nod, humming about how hungry Chris must be.

“You can save a spot for us, Felix,” Chris smiles at him. “We’ll be there soon.”

You and Chris wave Felix goodbye. You wait until he’s out of earshot before you ask Chris, “Are we gonna meet up with him later?”

Chris smiles ear to ear. “We are. I was really hoping you’d come back to my place for a surprise.” Excited is the best word to describe him right now. His eyes shine with what you think is mischievousness. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach. You smile at him back, “Now? Dressed like that?”

“Oh shit.” Chris suddenly becomes aware of his nude attire, save for the tight speedo. “Let me change first, then we’ll to mine.”

The naughty look on his face wasn’t for nothing. Chris didn’t necessarily plan to have you like this; nude and whimpering, but he isn’t complaining either. His intentions were pure, really. He had set up his apartment all sweet, miniature roses that could easily fit in your palms as he asked you to be his lover.

You thought of everything wrong at first. How strange it might look for your dainty self to be involved with a human. For him to practically live in the waters while you stay in the sky. Different, too different to work you said. You couldn’t help but think of all the other Mythics flocking to him; ones that he could benefit from and most importantly, ones that he can properly love.

Yet, all your worries were washed away in his eyes, full of love and compassion. He would love you because you’re you, no matter what size.

Now you’re thinking there won’t be enough time to meet Felix at that restaurant he’s been revving about when Chris’stongue ravages your body. Kissing him felt weird enough, your lips barely able to lock with his bottom one. But having him lick and suck on every part of your body easily took the cake.

Chris is holding you gently in his palm, your wings tightly tucked into your back so he doesn’t accidentally get them wet. The tip of his tongue dips down into your cunt before it swipes up to your breasts. You can tell he’s trying to be romantic about it, but there’s nothing soft in the way he suckles on your tits, how his saliva drips down the curve of your mounds onto his palm.

“Shit,” you moan when Chris finds your sweet, tiny pussy again. “You’re getting me so wet.” In response, Chris pulls away. You whine at the loss of contact. Your body shivers in his hold from the lack of his hot mouth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” But he doesn't look apologetic at all. Not when he’s looking at you as if he might take a bite. Not when he licks his lips at the sight of your body spread out in his palm, twitching and soaking.

You reach a small hand up and grab the tip of his nose, earning a giggle from his pretty lips. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you push yourself up with an elbow to nuzzle against his face. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” the tips of his ears burn redder. “I like it too.”

The two of you share a laugh before you sprawl yourself back in his hold, opening your legs so his large tongue touches you where you need him most. Chris obediently nuzzles his tongue onto your cunt, flicking it upwards. Your hips chase the feeling, arching and twisting until he has to restrain you.

“Nooo,” you gently whine when he uses his fingers to pin your hands above your head. “Wanna feel it.”

Chris smiles, directing you to flatten your feet, spread your thighs, and arch until your back is completely lifted from his palm. It’s a weird position, but you wiggle in excitement when he leans his head down. “You will, baby,” he reassures.“Just gotta listen to me for a little, okay?”

You nod, forcing yourself still when you feel the familiar muscle on your core. It’s nearly similar to when you had the freedom to move, but there’s an extra layer of pleasure from being held back. For his tongue lick up and down, reaching up high to your stomach down to your ass. Chris doesn’t have to add much pressure, not when his tongue is half the size of your entire self.

The first taste of your orgasm builds when he swipes his tongue side to side. It moves your vulva perfectly, not focusing so much on your sensitive nub. Your hands grip his fingertips and you moan. “Channie…i’mma cum.”

He hums against your body, acknowledging your impending orgasm. Chris is too busy trying to get you on his taste buds. It’s more of a hint than a flavor of your pussy. If only Chris could drown in it. To feel these small thighs wrap around his head and yank him closer until all he can sense is you. But having your boobs and pussy in his mouth nearly at the same time is a huge win for him regardless.

Your walls clench, a clear sign that you only have mere seconds before you cum. Maybe you could ask Chris to put justthe tip of his pinky finger in. It would stretch you so much, so good. If you can’t take his cock, you’ll take the next best thing.

“In,” you mewl. “Want it in me.”

Chris raises an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by what you mean. He can’t put anything in you, he doesn’t even want to think about it. He shakes his head with your pussy in his mouth, back to focusing on the task at hand.

“Channie!” You nearly scream his name. “Please! I’ve been good. I’ve been so good! Just the tip of your finger and-”

He sucks hard, making your entire body move from the suction. You wail, digging the back of your head further into his palm. He sucks and licks, obviously trying to get your mind off of being filled and instead finishing on his tongue. It works because all you can think about is flooding Chris’s mouth with your juices. You think about how good it’s going to feel to have his big tongue on you, licking you up.

You dig your nails into his fingers and tense. Chris places the tip of his tongue perfectly on your clit and you finally cum.

He holds you while you shake. Chris can feel the trembling of your body, he can taste the essence of your orgasm, and he can hear your pretty little moans as you tip over. He can’t help but giggle at how your little hips roughly rock against his tongue. Deciding to give you a different sensation, Chris puts his tongue back in his mouth and puckers his lips instead. The plushness is the best way to ride out your high, gentle and soft.

You collapse in his hands when you come down. You can only whimper when he carefully nuzzles your body against his face affectionately. Chris peppers kisses on your body, from the top of your head to the soaked place between your thighs. It helps get you refocused by grounding yourself from his touch. You return his kisses, placing your hands on either side of his cheek and feeling his mouth against yours.

It feels like he’s trying to swallow you or maybe not trying to. You can’t really tell, but you don’t really mind. All you care about is how he whimpers against your lips, making you concerned about his state.

You pull from his lips and adjust in his hands until you’re sitting. “It hurts. Doesn't it, Channie?” You don’t need to specify what you’re talking about. Not when you can see the need in his eyes, the pout in his lips. Chris nods, almost ashamed.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “I dunno what to do about it.”

He looks so dejected, so lost. Your wings untuck from your back and flutter until you’re lifted in the air. Chris’s eyes drop to your breasts as if he wasn’t just drooling on them minutes ago. You snap your fingers until he looks into your eyes. “I know what to do. Why don’t you sit down for me and let me take care of you now.”

You can tell he’s hesitant. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t know how he wants to. Chris easilylistens to your instructions; how you want him stripped from the lower half, sitting on the couch with his legs sprawled open so his hard, leaky cock is pretty on display.

Chris looks nervous, you can tell by how he grabs a nearby pillow and hugs it to his chest. “Are you sure, baby? I don’twant you to hurt yourself.”

How endearing your lover is. Willing to sacrifice his pleasure for your comfort.

You fly to his lap and rest on a meaty thigh. “You don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about nothing, Channie.” You reach out a hand to rub it against his cock. “I can handle it.”

Before he can say anything else, you quickly find your place on his shaft with your back facing him. You gasp at the warmth, the thickness of his cock between your legs. Your body is already wet from your orgasm, so it’s easy to gently slide against him. The veins from his cock seem huge this closeup and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body when your clit goes over one.

“You’re so big Channie,” you hum, looking back. “Almost as big as me.”

Chris giggles shyly, adjusting in his seat so he slightly slouches against the cushions. You turn back to face his tip and place your little hands on his dick to balance yourself. A whine leaves Chris’s throat when you grind against him higher. Your hands reach out to play with his tip, swirling around the sensitive flesh and having your fingers rub against his slit.

His hips thrust up and you let out a surprised squeal.

“S-shit, sorry,” he moans. “I didn’t mean to.” Chris is being so careful not to have you slip off, but it’s nearly impossible for him to keep still. Not when he can see your entire body jerking him off, your little ass humping his cock so nicely. He especially loves the wet trail that you leave behind with every grind.

You laugh, “It’s okay. Just means you’re feeling good.”

Since you’re just slightly bigger than his length, you decide it would be better to lay completely flat on his cock and slide yourself that way. It’s silly though, humping his dick in a way that reminds you of the nights you spent on your tiny bed touching yourself at the thought of Chris. Now, you’re able to put all that practice to good use.

With your legs wrapped around the base, you find it much easier to slide yourself. To go at a speed that has Chris moaning and fisting his hands into the sofa. Your tongue lolls from your mouth as you moan with him, effectively adding moisture that makes everything wetter.

“Baby! Baby, baby, you’re gonna make me cum just like that.” Chris pants. One of his hands shoots down below his cock, tugging his balls to help get him closer. You tilt your head to look down at the sight, whimpering at how he holds and rubs his sack.

It makes you go faster. You practically squeeze his cock with your limbs almost painfully. Chris only finds pleasure in your hold though. Without thinking, Chris wraps his other hand around his cock and you. Your wings immediately find cover behind your back so they don’t get damaged. The hand around you tightens slightly.

“You want me to use you, hm?” Chris carefully drags you up and down his length. “Be my little cocksleeve, is that it?” You can’t even be a fleshlight to him, but you can be useful. it’s near impossible to nod with how he’s holding you, but you let out a breathy yes. Your arms are locked at your sides from his grip, legs open and limp so he has more access to use you how he wants.

You underestimated how slippery you would get. How his precum would leak onto your hair and face. A part of you thought it would be uncomfortable being pressed up against his cock like this, but all you can feel is how warm he is. It feels good to have him use your body like this, having your clit brush against his girth.

Chris isn’t as careful this time, not that you mind anyway. He grunts with every drag, squeezing your body tighter until you whimper. You feel his cock twitch under you and your cunt clenches in response.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he grunts. “Wrapped around my cock so tight.”

You whimper. There isn’t a chance that you would be able to cum again. Your cunt is roughly pressed against his dick to get any real friction, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling any pleasure. “You’re using me so good, Channie. You gonna cum on me too?”

There isn’t a need for Chris’s confirmation. Not when the hot spurt of his release spews from his cock. You can’t see how far it shoots up, how it lands up to his thighs and leaks onto his hand. The only ounce of cum you get is on the top of your hair, a sticky, warm glob of white.

Chris releases you quickly, letting you get the proper chance to breathe and rest on his pulsing cock.

It doesn’t last long, not when two hands carefully lift you and bring you close to Chris’s face. His neck is a deep shade of red. The blood rushes to his face to give off a pink hue. Even the tips of his ears burn with the same color. As fucked out as he looks, he still has the energy to give you an endearing smile.

Your lips twist shyly, “Why are you looking at me like that? You know I’m completely covered in your cum, right?” But Chris only leans in and uses his nose to nuzzle against your face.

“Mhm. My very own pixie dust.”

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months ago

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Love the last Jj x sister!reader u did and kind of obsessed with this prompt

TW: anxiety, SA, abuse

Basically,

Y/N wakes up to Luke coming into her room in the middle of the night Luke closes the door and tells her to be quiet and SAs her. Then in the morning, her lower half is sooo bruised and sore she couldn’t let the pogues see it. She ran to this old shack to stay and stayed there for three days ignoring all calls from the pogues. After three days she loses her patience for the bruises to fade and goes to the chateau. She pulls her shorts as high as she can so they cover the bruises and pulls down her top to try to cover. She slowly steps in and sees all the pogues huddled debating where Y/N is. They all immediately look up when the wood makes a noise at your step. “Y/N??” Sarah asks. They all quickly hug you and then Jj is like wtf where we’re you what happened and then she doesn’t say anything, hee eyes slowly start to water but she tries to hide it. Jj notices and motions to the pogues to leave. They do and Y/K hugs Jj crying in his arms, him reassuring her it’s okay and then asking her what happened and then she tells him and he’s all “im going to kill him” and yeah

Sorry this was so long, you’re so talented xx💕🫶

love the angst sm.

𝒮𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝒶𝓃

‼️Warnings: brother!jj, descriptions of sexual assault/rape from father, talk of sa, anxiety. ‼️‼️‼️‼️

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! This is a dark fic. And I am not responsible for any media you consumer‼️

It wasn’t often you and Luke were home alone, mostly because Jj hated to leave you alone in the first place. He was more of a father than Luke ever was.

JJ had knocked on your door in the morning, leaning against your doorway.

“What?” You grumbled out, eyes still shut and still tired, tone laced with sleep.

“Jeez, girl, it is 2 pm! You’re just now waking up?” He asked you with a quirked eyebrow. You grumbled an incoherent response and he laughed.

“I’m goin’ to the Chateau, staying for a while. Are you coming?” He asked you, thinking he already knew the answer, but was shocked when you told him no.

“You sure?” He was more nervous about leaving you alone with Luke than he was with anything.

“I’m fine, Jay.” You told him. And you wish that you listened to him then, you wished that you went with him.

It was dark out when Luke stumbled into your room, 11 o’clock. You were struggling to fall asleep, and just when you finally began to drift off, you heard the door creaking open.

You furrowed your eyebrows when you turned around, seeing your fathers figure in the dark. He looked at you, eyes red and hung low, clearly high and drunk off of something.

His breath reeked of alcohol with a mix of that vinegar smell- coke. He slowly came closer, stumbling as he got onto your bed. Your eyes were wide in confusion and fear.

“D-dad?” You stuttered out, looking at the man.

“Shhh..” he cooed to you, his hand going to your face, moving your hair from your forehead. You trembled while you froze up in fear, body tense.

His eyes bore into your own, the look in his eyes was terrifying, like he was the predator and you were the prey.

You sobbed in your bed, looking at his sleeping form on the floor. He had passed out right on your floor after he was done.

You changed into new clothes, grabbing the pajamas you had on earlier with shaky hands, fisting the fabric, covering your mouth when more sobs threatened to escape. You shoved them into the bottom of the bag.

Finally, you recollected yourself and shoved everything else you could into your bag, still sobbing when you left the house. You walked for a while, before running into an old shack. The rain poured down on you, you began to get cold. You had no other choice, opening up the dingy doors and pushing them aside.

It was dark in here too, the only source of light was your phone and your flashlight you had brought with you. You threw your bag onto the ground, made a makeshift bed, and stared at the rusty old walls the whole night.

You thought of going to the Chateau, of course you did. But when you looked down, you felt ashamed, what would they think? What would Jj think? Would he think any different of you? Would they think you’re disgusting? You had nowhere to turn.

Your phone rang again, JJs picture popping up. You declined it, letting out another cry and shutting your phone completely off.

You stayed in the shack for 2 days before it got too cold, too dark, and lonely. You put on the longest shorts you had, along with the baggiest shirt you could find.

You were starving, thirsty, and so tired. You wanted nothing more than to collapse into a bed again. Just not your own.

You grabbed everything, remembering the steps to the Chateau. You took a deep breath before you opened the door.

You walked into the Chateau, seeing them all talking amongst themselves. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

“I’m getting worried.” JJ told them, his eyes were heavier, and his hair was disheveled. “I mean- she never fucking declines my calls.”

“We’ll find her, JJ.” John B told him quietly, a hand on his friends shoulder.

“I mean, we know she’s not at home. It’s a start.” Pope shrugged, trying to look on the bright side, although he was just as worried.

“She would have told me where’d she go. Something happened. I know it d-“

JJ stopped his sentence when he heard a creak in the floorboard, your mouth went agape as you stared at all the pogues back.

“Y/n?” Sarah was the one to speak first, and JJ was the one to stand up first. You swallowed the lump in your throat, JJ walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you and sighing in relief.

“Oh my God.” He murmured. The others came over and joined the hug, happy about your return.

“Where have you been?” JJ asked when he pulled away, everyone staring at you now. You tried to hold back your tears, you really did. But you couldn’t help it. JJ furrowed his eyebrows.

“Hey, could you leave us alone for a sec?” Jj asked them all, looking at them.

“Yeah, course.”

“Nice to have you back, lil Maybank.” Pope pat you on the back lightly as they walked away and into the back.

“What the fuck happened? What’s wrong?” He asked you, watching tears cascade down your face now.

You just wrap your arms around JJ, falling and collapsing into his arms, crying into the fabric of his shirt. He looked around, confused as fuck, but awkwardly pat your back, and it seemed to be working a bit.

“What happened, sis?” He asked you quieter this time, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes. You sat down and he sat across from you.

You cast your eyes to the ground. “On Friday… luke…” you said his name like it was poison, as if he would show up if you said it. “came into my room. It was eleven. It was dark, and it was pouring. I was going to go to sleep when I heard the door open.”

JJ listened carefully, getting anxious with every word you said.

“He…” you took a deep breath, fighting off more tears, sniffling and wiping your nose. “He walked in and he stumbled around. I was confused and I was going to ask him what he was doing. It was like…” you began to cry again, rehashing the memory. “I was frozen. I couldn’t do anything. H-he told me to be quiet, and to stop struggling, and that- that it would be over quicker if I stopped shouting. He- he grabbed me and pushed my clothes off, and-“

“Stop.” He said, JJ’s eyes were wide, swallowing the lump in his throat and looked at you with sadness. His eyes welled up with his own tears, he shook his head. “Don’t tell me… he fuckin’ touched you?”

“I-“ you paused, did he not believe you? Your heart started racing. You just nodded, looking at him.

He took a deep breath, throwing his head against the wall as he processed it all.

“Do you not… believe me?” You asked him, your voice cracking.

“I believe you.” He reassured you, looking down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

Your cries broke his heart into pieces. “It hurts, Jay.” You sobbed out, seeking comfort in your brother, putting your face onto his shoulder, your tears staining his shirt.

“I know. I know, y/n.” He told you, kissing the crown of your head.

“He’s a sick man.” The anger in his chest rose, feeling nothing but hatred for the man. “Swear to God, I’m gonna kill him one day.” JJ murmured under his breath, looking up at the ceiling again.

You laughed quietly, it interrupting your cries for a moment.

“You’re never gonna have to see him again, okay? Never.” He told you once you quieted down.

You nodded against him, he sighed, keeping you close to him. JJ would get his revenge, but he knew what mattered most right now was you.

“What are we gonna do, Jay?” You asked him quietly.

“Hey, what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna go to the hospital, and we’re gonna get that son of a bitch locked up for this shit. Okay?”

You nodded against him. “Can we stay like this for a little?”

He gave you a sad smile, leaning his head against yours and nodding. “Course.”

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citrusbarking · 4 months ago

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just the smut part- for the freaks :3

“I’m gonna breed ya in the damned bed you were made in kiddo…if your so determined that you’d be a good lover cause your more like your ma” he pushed his head into the pillows, a panicked little noise coming from the younger boy “then maybe I should fuck you the same way I did the night I knocked her up yea? on the same damned mattress. In the same position… breed you with the same seed your made out of…” his voice reverberated in the boys ear, his final statement punctuated with the sound of his belt unbuckling…

In one swift movement he yanked the boy to the edge of the bed, a deep fearful whirlwind starting in boys gut made him second guess himself about this, he just wanted to alll his dads love and attention like he always had but..this..this felt to far…His heart was racing, knowing that this was crossing a line he should never have approached but before he could calmly tap out he felt his pants and briefs hit the floor.

“wait-wait dad-I’m sorry- never mind I’m sorry!-“ he began to beg and kick a little only to be cut off by his face being pushed into the pillows from behind. The soild feeling of the front of his fathers thighs pressed against the back of his was gut churning, he hit the mattress and tried to get free but he was completely trapped as his father thick arm wrapped around his torso and raised his legs as his back was in a perfect little arch. The father whistled “jeez boy….maybe I should be thanken ya kiddo…been a long time since iv seen a sight like this…lets see just how much you’ve taken after your ma.” He muttered, freeing his arm to thumb open the shamefully wet slit between his sons shaking thighs, his kids muffled protests and panicked tap outs got more frantic..with a harsh open palmed slap to the boys soft butt he reminded him “oi. Remember….you asked for this.” He gruffed in his fatherly tone, sliding two thick fingers inside his little boy.

He slowly started pumping them, the plush gummy walls of his own kid clenching and begging for more as the boy cried for less…. “Atta boy! See? Look at ya….fuck…breakin in just as easy as your ma did…” he praised and let go of the boys hair..

Pleasure started to slowly build in his stomach. It felt so good, but the knowledge of what he was doing to his own father was making him feel guilty, which only made the pleasure burn even more.

“Is this..is this how you acted with m-mama?” The boy whimpered through blubbering lips…his tummy twisting the fingers where suddenly removed, a void he wanted stuffed. “D-dad?” He whimpered before, in one sudden harsh stroke his dad buried himself balls deep into his little boy, the stretch made him cry out in pained surprise.

his pace was harsh and rymathic “I don’t want you whining about me loving on the farm boy again after this or next time you’re on your knees in front HIM. Got it?” he growled through moan strained pants, sliding nearly the full way out then plunging all the way back, his head kiss his own sons cervix at a unforgiving pace. Hitting all the right spots in the slick tight walls. Soon he became undone was deep moans and gunts.

all the ruined kid could manage was a string of “ah-ah-ah” and singing the word dad over and over between sobs, his thighs shaking and clenching, he could feel where his dads cock hit every time. The boys noises started to run together as the pleasure started to burn hotter and hotter in his stomach. He gripped onto the sheets and anything else he could grab tighter, his breathing getting quicker and louder as suddenly he spasmed around his dads thick cock. Screaming his dad’s name through it, sobbing. The sudden tightness and sight of his own boys cummies just….completely blanked his mind as he made a final swift plunge into the boys cervix, his seed filling him…it had been years since he came…it over flowed the boys beaten womb…..

after a couple seconds of hazy glory the older man sighed slowly pulled out of his shaken and broken in boy “shh..shhh easy now..atta boy…” he whispered gently turning him onto his back “deep breaths….g-god dammit..” he groaned seeing the pleasure drunk look on his boys face “Your not..meant to want this..this was meant to be a reality check bud…not..feed into your perversion” he whispered almost shamefully, it was no use though…his dad came inside……now he wound have his dad all to himself..forever <3

#ftm puppy #puppyboy #fauxc3st #dumb puppy #fauxcest #puppypl4y #dad x son #t4t dadcest #t4t dadcon #!cky daddy #dadcest #ftm breeding #r4p3 fantasy #corruption kink #ickykiddo #1cky d4ddy #1cky d@d #russ barks

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mirkoluvs · 2 years ago

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★ WAKE UP

zoro (opla) x fem reader

notes: first time writing for one piece and definitely not the last !!

“hey, zoro. it’s my turn to talk to you! i don’t really… know what to say”, you muttered, sitting down on the edge of his bed where he laid unconscious.

he had just gotten slashed along his chest in a dual with mihawk that he requested, a deep cut that made him lose lots of blood in a short amount of time. if it weren’t for the owner of the baratie, zeff, who knows where he would be now. even still, zeff said his survival wasn’t guaranteed even after all the fixing he did. according to him, the only thing that could keep him from dying was his crew keeping him grounded on the earth mentally, and that’s how you ended up where you were. each member of the crew took turns talking to him, and you decided to go last. you didn’t even know how to even approach him.

“i just… i understand that you wanna prove yourself, but did you have to go and get yourself hurt like this?”, you muttered. “i can’t even put into words how i felt when i saw you get cut like that, it felt like i did too in a way, yknow? not being able to do anything but watch, it hurt so bad. it made me feel so weak… but that makes me think about how you felt. well, no matter what, you’re the strongest swordsman to me even if you don’t think so. you’re so much more talented than you think and i wish you could see that”, you spoke, your voice cracking a bit. you’re hand crawled over his, giving it a small squeeze. “you have to wake up, zoro…”, you whispered. you felt a tear run down your face, the tear landing on his hand as you sniffled, wiping your face with the back of your other hand.

“quit crying, would you?”, a voice quietly muttered. your eyes widened as your head shot up. you made eye contact with zoro who was looking up at the ceiling. “zoro… ZORO! YOU’RE AWAKE!”, you exclaimed, rushing up to him and looking down at his face. “christ- so loud…”, he complained. your lips curled into a shaky smile, quickly pulling him into a tight hug. “OW- loosen up would you?!”, he groaned of pain, his eyes tightening. “i thought you were dead! don’t scare me like that!”, you said, a small sob coming out as you let him go. his eyes widened at your reaction. were you seriously that worried about him? “of course i’m alive, you really think that would kill me?”, he said. he sighed as his hand slowly cupped the side of your face, a shaky thumb wiping the tear running down your face. “don’t cry, you look stupid”, he muttered, putting his arm down. “jeez, thanks”, you smirked, sniffling a bit.

“i’m not leaving you, luffy, or anyone else on the crew any time soon. so don’t worry so much”, he told you firmly. your eyes widened at his words but quickly softened. “yeah… right”, you nodded. a small moment of silence filled the room before you bent down to his head level. pressing a small kiss to his cheek, you smiled. “i know you won’t. you’re the greatest swordsman after all”, you said quietly. before zoro could even react, your head was already out the door. “GUYS! ZORO’S AWAKE!”, you yelled. commotion arose quickly as luffy, usopp, and sanji ran into the room, crowding around him. his eyes were wide as he looked at you for a second, his cheeks a dusty shade of pink as you smiled, walking out the room.

damn, that woman.

#one piece live action #one piece x reader #one piece #zoro x reader #zoro one piece #zoro live action #one piece netflix #zoro #roronoa zoro #opla zoro #opla

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year ago

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Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately

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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.

Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.

This was a mistake.

“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning.

... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.

You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.

Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.

The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.

... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

You were scared.

...

The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.

“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”

“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”

You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”

“I’m just cold.”

“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.

...

It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.

“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”

“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”

“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”

You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby.

“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”

“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”

You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.

“hey. knock knock.”

As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself.

You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.

Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”

“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.

“this way?” he asked.

... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway.

“I-it’s under the sheet.”

Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.

“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”

Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.

He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.

It took him all of fifteen seconds.

“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”

...

You started crying again.

Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies.

“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”

“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.

You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.

Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm.

“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”

“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.”

Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”

“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.

“M-mhm.”

“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”

He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now.

“I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

"this?"

"Living out here."

“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”

You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”

“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”

Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.

“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”

“Y-yeah, hah.”

“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”

... You sniffled.

...

“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”

How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.

“Will Papyrus be worried?”

“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”

... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.

The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves.

“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.

“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”

You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs.

“I don’t mind.”

... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

#llama writes #first time writing farmtale sans !!#big soft man

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suguru-getos · 6 months ago

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Hellooo❤️ how are you doing today? Would it be ok if I can request yandere!gojo x cursed spirit reader?

Heyaa! I’m doing great nonnie-chan <3 hope you’re doing well, too!

Yandere Gojo Satoru x F!Cursed-Reader: Curses & How to Prevent Them

Satoru has a secret, his beautiful, mesmerising special grade that he found on a mission. He doesn’t know why he didn’t exorcise her… except for the fact that she looked excusable. It was also, cute, how she cowered when Satoru came in, a red ball glowing on his finger as he smirked, observing her accept her fate, observing her… accept demise.

“Aw, you’re so easily ready to die? At least maintain a special grade stature a little?” He mocked, lips pursed in a soft pout.

And so he didn’t kill her, took her to the Gojo estate and kept her as his little pet. Curses love to feed on curse energies and Satoru’s CE was enough to satiate her. So cute, feeding on him and latching on him like the parasite she was. A deep chuckle echoed in the estate halls when he forces her on his lap and craddles her. “I almost excuse you for a woman, a distinguished lady if it weren’t for the sinister cursed energy you have, sweetheart.”

Sometimes he doesn’t let her eat up, watching her getting weakened. Gojo does have empathy, but he also likes the innate control that churns within his veins when she begs him to take care of her. How can he resist? “Oh, baby, of course. You live here. I’m not a bad host honey.” His voice always a coo of mockery, but laced with sickening affection that she doesn’t know how to label. What to label.

Sometimes it’s her on Satoru’s lap, used like a toy. “Cursed spirits don’t feel overstimulated do they?” He hums, curiously rubbing her clit in circles and watching her writhe, groan & whimper at the assault on her swollen pussy. His fingers deep, probing at her cervix as he milks out orgasm after orgasm. It’s not true, cursed spirits that are made like her… almost like a humanoid, it’s intense! And- she loves it!

Satoru’s company is like a choker on her neck, at times the feeling makes her dizzy in a submissive way, at times… she wants to claw his skin out. Mistakes like these aren’t necessarily forgiven though. Like that one time she got angry at him and tried to hurt him. “Jeez, sweetheart, if it weren’t for you being weak, I’d have been blown up.” Satoru looks angry & feels betrayed. He can’t help that she can’t take the consequences, the consequences of feeling the pressure of his cursed energy to the point of breaking. All the rage melting into sobs & pleas to leave her alive. Oh poor thing, he thinks to himself. He’s in love with her… almost… is that love? He wonders, eh, whatever. He isn’t going to kill her.

He leans back, tugging her hair and forcing her to meet his glowing gaze. “If there is a next time for the stunt you pulled, I would be crushing you.” He wouldn’t, but the threat sounds so real…

#yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere jjk #yandere jujustu kaisen #yandere gojo x reader #yandere jjk x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabble #gojo drabble #gojo thirst #jjk thirst #jujutsu Kaisen thirst

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dulcecherub · 8 months ago

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Rafe x Latina!Popstar reader

{this doesn’t follow the show’s plot, I’m using labios mordidos by kali uchis and Karol g. https://youtu.be/RPcGDkjyhlI?si=8O1jssXsUqmSghhD, the performance this is based off of}

You’d lived in the outerbanks for most of your life. But you were dreaming for bigger. You didn’t hate it, you were a kook. But you never really felt like you belonged. You had dreams bigger than what outerbanks could hold. —Your parents could tell from when you were a child how talented you were. You had a voice and you knew how to dance. They put you through piano lessons, singing lessons, anything and everything they could think of. It eventually paid off.

“I don’t understand, I get it. It’s a big dream of yours. But don’t you get it. It’s going to take you away from me.” Your boyfriend Rafe said.

You looked at the ground;conflicted. “I know, Rafe. But I need to try. I need to see it through.”

It had led to the nastiest breakup you’ve ever had. Both of you sobbing, Rafe trying to hold onto you. Not letting you go. But it was final, your dreams were the love of your life. And you were going to chase them. Cause unfortunately, you loved music more than Rafe.

“La nena esta encendí’a, se me pega como un tattoo.” You sang into your mic, your body on the ground, your butt in the air. The dancers in front of you. “Yo te doy garantía que nadie estás dura que tú.”

Rafe watched on the tv; his jaw ticking.Sarah and Wheezie had decided to turn the tv on to this. To you performing for all your fans. You looked so beautiful, a ping of hurt spread through him like a wave. He missed you so much.

“Wow, I knew she would make it big.” Wheezie said, mesmerized.

“Right.” Sarah said, eating popcorn from her bowl. Rafe watched as two of the guy dancers lifted you into the air and helped you roll your body like a wave. His jaw ticked again. He was feeling all kinds of emotions.

“How does it feel, Rafe? Must sting.” Wheezie said, that did it for him.

“Shut up, Wheezie!”

“Jeez, calm down. I was only kidding.”

“She was joking, Rafe.” Sarah says.

He got up abruptly, knocking something over. “Rafe!” Then leaving the room. He went into his room, his head in his hands and tears following down his face. His leg shaking.

Once the show was over, you had immediately gone backstage. The adrenaline was running high and you felt good. This is all you’ve ever dreamt of. All you’ve ever wanted. A call comes from your phone.

It reads:

Sarah

You instantly pick it up.

“Hey.” You say, drinking a cold bottle of water.

“Hey! I’m so proud of you, me and Wheezie were just watching.” You can feel her smiling through the phone. You hear Wheezie cheering on the other end.

“Thank you! I feel like this is so surreal.” You pause. “Did- did uh Rafe see?”

“Uh—he did.”

“Y/n! We have to do interviews now! Wrap it up!” Your manager says, interrupting your conversation. You smile and nod.

“I have to go. Tell him I miss him.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

You hang up and sigh. You know Sarah probably won’t and you understood why. You follow your manager out… your mind on Rafe, who’s miles away.

#latina!reader #rafe cameron x latina!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe x y/n #rafe x you

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fadedmunson · 1 year ago

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rose blood | r. sanchez

pairings ; rick sanchez x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

summary ; MAJOR SPOILERS ending of 7x05 (unmortricken) when you try to be there for rick's numb state

genre ; insanely sad angst ;( bit of fluff at the end, established relationship (?) no labels on it but you're close

notes ; i've loved this show for quite so i'm quite surprised i haven't written for r&m sooner. use of curse words

wc ; 0.7k sooo pretty short

"morty, you can’t come! evil morty, stay out of my way! gonna kill my nemesis! rick out!"

that's all you manage to hear as you get down to the basement a couple second too late.

you pause right as you opened the door to his lab.

"wait did rick say he was going after prime?" your eyes widen and you began to tense up at the thought of rick no longer thinking with his head.

you pause your thinking when you see two morty's, your morty and one with an eye-patch.

"-oh hey evil morty, didn't think i'd ever see you here." you simpered

his eyes narrowed, "trust me, theres alot i would've done to avoid being here in the first place."

"you’re an asshole." your morty grumbled

"well, yeah. I’m not “good” morty."

he opens a yellow portal to follow rick you assume.

"come or don’t. i don’t care."

you get snapped out of your haze

"actually, fuck this. if he wants to go out there and get himself killed he can be my guest." you quickly turn you head and leave the basement sublevel.

you're not his babysitter, but you're still a little worried for the old man. It's not everyday you finally find the person who killed your daughter and wife.

you quickly head up to his room and try to collect all of your thoughts

you begin pacing around the room as your heart rate picks up

rick found prime, morty and evil morty followed him, is evil morty going to kill prime or rick?, why is evil morty even there?, and is this all a trap?

to distract yourself, you take a nap on his bed cot to just put a pause on everything for now.

sure it's uncomfortable, but it'll do

your quick 30 minute napped turned into three hours and you wake up in a sweaty, thirsty daze.

you walk into the kitchen, greet beth and grab a bottle of water

you walk into the garage in time to see rick and morty just back from their battle

morty smiles and waves at you

"crazy fucking day today haha, jeez."

you gave him a light smile and ruffled his hair

once he was out of the room you got a good look at rick and your smile immediately dissipated.

he look disheveled, covered in a shit-ton of blood (a mixture of his and prime's) a broken nose, black eyes, and scratches littering his body

that didn't phase you, what did was the emotionless look on his face

he turned to you, but it didn't look like he was fully there.

"rick," your voice is tight

you don't even know how to articulate yourself, you've never seen him like this.

"that's a lot of blood." you awkwardly chuckle.

"yeah," his voice is toneless.

you quickly reach out to hold his hand, but the quick flinch withheld you.

"well, what are you gonna do now?"

he just looked up from the floor and shrugged his shoulders.

"i can stay, if you want."

he stays silent

you quickly move to sit on the floor against his counters and you pat the space next to you.

he moves to sit next to you and closes his eyes in the comfortable silence.

you move to rest your head in his chest and kiss the parts of his hand without any blood on them while intertwining them with yours.

"i'll stay right here with you, rick. you don't have to be alone."

you hear his body shake as he tries to quietly but violently cries into your hair.

you turn to hold him in your arms as you let the sobs turn into sniffles and then into stuttering breaths.

he grabs onto you like he'll lose you at any moment, and you kiss his tears away while whispering "we're okay," and "i'm not going anywhere."

"can we stay like this for a little?" he quietly rasped out

your mouth curved into a smile "of course, but after this we should get you cleaned up." you open your eyes to stroke his cheek and lock lips.

#rick and morty x reader #rick sanchez #rick c137 #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x you #unmortricken #rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez fanfic #rick sanchez x y/n

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h4rring1on · 11 months ago

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I have a request, can I have one where Eddie and the reader is Eddie best friend, later on Eddie starts dating Chrissy but he doesn’t know that the reader likes him. The reader being sad and distant towards him though out the time.. Eddie being confused and mad at reader and thinking she is jealous, later on gets into argument with her doesn’t talk to the reader for a few weeks, very angst, for the end you make your own if you want fluff or angst. Thank you, I love your writing ❤️❤️❤️

a/n: i’m so excited for this i hope i did well though. 💔💔 did i lose my touch be honest 🙏🏻

you and eddie have been friends for god knows how long, ever since that day at recess, you’d been playing with this random toy you’d seen and he was quick to confront you, it was his!

after you ran off crying, he came to you and handed you the same toy.

‘jus quit crying! jeez you can have it!!’

ever since then, you’d been inseparable. you were around a year or two younger than him. so when he was held back in school, you were catching up to him which made you even closer than you already were

soon enough, you’d developed a crush on him. at first, it was harmless. maybe a little giggle here and there, a tiny thought in the back of your mind maybe once a week

i’d date him

but it was never anything to act upon, since you weren’t all that interested in him. until it just got worse and worse, and robin had quite the earful about it practically every day!

steve also heard about it a few times here and there since he was usually in the background stacking the shelves or so, but not the full story

you couldn’t help it though. he was so kind to you, he’d get you snacks n everything! you had a tradition, every friday night you buy a ton of snacks and watch a cheesy movie!

it was your thing.

he was so caring and loving to you that people generally thought you were dating until they got the unfortunate news

you were content with being only friends though, at least he still did quite a lot for you. up until that one day

that horrible day. where everything got ruined

you’d been walking with eddie around the school halls, talking, until he bumped into chrissy.

“oh my gosh i’m so sor…” she trails off as she looks at him

he smiles and grabs the things from the floor

“it’s all good pretty” he says and she’d suddenly opened a conversation, it was too awkward for you so you just went on to class, since you were obviously not gonna sit and watch them talk. which took like a year to finish, he didn’t even come to class!

what could’ve been so interesting he missed class to talk about.

it kept going on like this, he stopped sitting with you during break time, he’d walk her home, he’d miss classes for her, and you had held it all in up until he did it.

he did it.

you had been waiting for the past three hours at the supermarket so he could come, it was friday night, which meant it was time for your tradition.

he didn’t come, and you broke when, on your way home, you saw him and chrissy going into the movie theater, smiling as wide as possible.

he’d broken the 5 year long tradition…for her?

you went home sobbing, if anyone knew why, they’d think it would be a stupid reason, but it wasn’t. it truly hurt. he practically chose her over you.

you stopped trying to think positively after that, to just say, it’s fine! it’s just today! or—he didn’t mean to, maybe he forgot!

both steve and robin noticed it after you stopped talking about him so much, or even talking to him for that matter.

everytime he’d approach you, you’d mumble out some short response and leave. and he definitely noticed, even in the times where he does sit with you, you’d get up and leave.

it kept going on like this up until on your walk home, he grips your wrist and turns you, not harshly but firm enough to stop you.

you furrow your eyebrows as you look at him, expecting something

“well?” he says and you look around, confused

“what?”

“wh—what?? you’re asking what?? you’re not gonna explain why the hell you’ve been acting so weird?” he spits out, it was clear he’s had enough

you shrug, “weird how?” you question

“don’t bullshit me. you know exactly what i’m talking about! what the hell is going on with you!”

you laugh, as if he really had the right to ask that after how he’s been acting

“what’s going on with me? how about what’s going on with you, munson!” you spit out, and he furrows his eyebrows, you’d never use his last name..

“you stop sitting with me at lunch, you miss classes just to see her, you barely ever see me! and—on top of all that—you miss our night. our night! the one we do every single week for the past five years and for what? chrissy? little princess of hawkins chrissy?”

he scoffs, “jesus christ—chrissy? that’s what this is about?!” he says and shakes his head

“yes it’s about chrissy! you barely even know her!”

“oh my god, i don’t think that’s any of your business! if youre so jealous because of how amazing she is just say that!”

“jealous? are you kidding me? that’s what you think this is? grow up, eddie!” you spit out

“it’s obviously jealousy! look at you! you see one girl that’s ten times better than you look my way and you go crazy!” he says and you pause, your heart clenched, how could he say that?

“what’s wrong with you? how could you even say that? i’ve been your best friend for—“

“don’t give me that bullshit! don’t play the victim! what is it, huh? because she’s popular? because she’s pretty? just admit you’re fucking obsessed! i don’t know how i ever even became friends with a freak like you”

your vision blurs, you don’t even say anything, you just turn and walk away, silently crying. who was this person?

eddie didn’t even bother to stay, he was quick to leave too. you walked into family video, robin wasn’t there, but steve was. and he was quick to notice your puffy red eyes, he rushed to you

“hey—hey hey peach.” he says softly and hugs you, and you breakdown in his arms, “woah woah—it’s okay…it’s okay” he rubs your back, trying to soothe you, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

you didn’t go to school for a couple of days, but when you did, you didn’t even bat an eye at eddie. who, in the meantime, was getting swallowed into a hole of utter guilt and shame.

he wasn’t even fully there when he was with chrissy, and in class, he’d stare at you the whole time. it went on like this for weeks, and eddie couldn’t take any more.

he didn’t even care about chrissy, and he’d realized your words were right and that she wasn’t really all that. how could be so blinded by her popularity and looks?

those weeks were hell, he’d truly realized how much he liked you, and how agonizingly painful it was to not be able to see you or talk to you at all.

so he dumped chrissy, and didn’t really feel anything. he picked up some flowers on the way and knocked on your door, this was it

you opened the door, surprised to see him, eddie noticed how pretty you look…and how he looked dead compared to you, he’s been suffering without you, you were too…right?

he calls your name and sighs, “i just…i wanted to explain myself—that day—i didn’t mean anything i said i swear to you. and—for chrissy—you were right. you were right about everything and it broke me when i stopped talking to y…” he trails off, his heart shattering at the sight of steve, in some boxers and no shirt, showing up from behind the door

you look away, and eddie didn’t speak, he just stays there, the anger building up.

“i’ll see you in a second baby okay?” you say and kiss steve before walking out and closing the door, and the look on eddie’s face got worse when you kissed steve

“wh—you’re dating him? you’re dating the king of hawkins?! that dipshit?!” he yells, how could you do this?!

wasn’t this ironic?

“what! jesus christ, this is about steve? really?” you mimic him, “if you’re so jealous about how amazing he is just say that” she says and smiles, walking away.

eddie mentally curses himself, she’d repeated the same words he said to her.

it was over. he’d lost his chance with the most amazing girl he’s ever met without realizing it.

that’s what he gets though

#stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie angst #eddie my love <3 #eddie and reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #rae writes

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!Best-friends to lover Ellie Williams headcanon WlW!

I’m 100% sure Ellie is the type of person that don’t get emotionally attached with people easily, so when she met you it was strange, a immediate tuning.

So basically you two became bff pretty quickly, movie nights every saturday, she basically lives more at your place that at her own.

Everything changed when one day, you two were assigned at the mini-market of the old town, and when you were fighting some infected, from no where a runner assaulted Ellie pinning her down to the ground, her pistol was too far for her to reach. When was convinced that she would be bit by it, you showed up, blasting a bullet in the infected scalp. You tended her a hand and helped her to go back on her feet, “you good?” you asked, “yeah…” she said in a sort of scared mixed with shock tone but then she looks back to you, she sees your hair shining, your eyes glowing a little drop of blood running down to your cheek, you looked like a goddess. Ellie can feel her heart skipping a beat. She always thought that her best friend was really good looking but right now you look stunning. Seeing Ellie zooming out , you shake her up a bit “Ell?”; Ellie snaps out from her thoughts immediately, “y-yeah i’m fine”she says starting to blush a little; “okay? are you sure?” you asked seeing the suddenly change of tone; “i said i’m fine!” Ellie said looking away, “jeez chill out man” you said not understanding what was up with her.

From that day Ellie acted literally so weirdly, she can’t stand eye contact, she started to refuse to stay over your place for sleeping, when you come over to her place for movie night, she acts to shy. During the movie you in chill rested your head on her shoulder she tens up, you can see that she squeezes her hand into a fist. It was so strange, one day is chill about everything, the next day she can barely looking into your eyes, it seems like she is avoid you.

You were so pissed by the all situation that you decided to go to her place. You stand in front of the door before knocking it “Ellie!. You can hear some muffle sound before a “coming!”. She opens the door, “we have to talk” you said passing through her. “What’s going on?” she says following you. You immediately turning around “you have to explain to me why you are ignoring me”, “i’m n-“ she tries to say but you interrupt her “you didn’t talked to me for three days straight what the heck!” you say clearly upset. “I’m not ignoring you, i just-“ “you what?!” you say getting closer “you what Ellie?”. Ellie looks down to the floor, “i just needed some space”, you feel a bit wound by her words; “okay so you thought that not talking to me was the right way to do it?”, “no i messed up”, “hell yeah you did!”. Silence came in the room, you seemed out from yourself “for what fucking reason you need space?” you say more calmly, “i need to figure something out” she says playing with her fingers, sign of distress, “it’s about our relationship”, you cross your arms “what about it?”, Ellie looks around not crossing your look, “i think i like you”. You don’t say anything, you have to process this information, your best friend likes you in a romantic way. “Ehm… i didn’t…”, “i know… gross right?” Ellie says in a rhetoric way; “no no! absolutely it’s not that!” you says trying to explain yourself; “No need really, it’s fine… forget it” Ellie looked down, she is trying to contain the tears. “Hey…” you says getting closer to her, you put a arm around her neck and the other caring her shoulder, “it’s fine” you says, she starts sobbing “i’m sorry”, she hugs you back, “shh it’s fine Ell”. After she calmed down you say “in fact i was going to say that i was fine with it… i mean i like you too, but i always thought it wasn’t in a friendly way… and i thought that you didn’t felt the same as me…” you say, brushing her tears away, and placing a gentle kiss on her lips; “there”. Ellie looks shocked at her, “we can work this out together okay?” you ask cupping her face, “okay” she says smiling at you.

Hi guys, this the first time I do something like this so be gentle 🥲, I know it’s kinda cringy but I'll get better I promise, as always if there are some mistakes remember English isn’t my first language!

Btw I’m searching for some Tlou discord server to join if you guys If you know one send me the link in the comments TY!

#ellie williams #lesbian #ellie x fem reader #headcanon #tlou #tlou2 #dina tlou #fanfic #ellie x y/n

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thewinter-eden · 23 days ago

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Blood Sugar Virus (28)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Genre: Horror, zombies, strangers to lovers, angst, suspense, slow burn Pairing: Kang Yeosang x female!reader Warnings: ATTENTION -- THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BRIEF DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT. IF YOU ARE UNWILLING TO READ, PLEASE PRIVATE MESSAGE ME AND I WILL SUMMARIZE THE REST OF THE CHAPTER FOR YOU.

Story Summary: You (stage name Sugar) are the co-captain of a horror acting group. You and your guys are the ones the companies hire when they want to stage a zombie, ghost, or any vaguely horrific and dystopian episode. So when you get hired by Ateez to develop a zombie program, it's just another routine that you've done a million times. Everything's going exactly according to script--until suddenly it isn't, and it starts getting a little too real.

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“We found more vending machines.”

Wooyoung’s are the first words you’re greeted with when Yunho leads your team into the office again. Their axe from the first floor is leaning against the big desk, ready and waiting for use, fortunately lacking any blood spatters or other signs of emergency violence.

Before you can try to decide if you’re excited about the new pile of snacks or if you’re still queasy, Rosé tackles you in a hug that just about knocks you to the floor. Your arms go around her instantly, and she completely misses your cry of pain as she squeezes your back.

“Careful, she’s hurt.” Yeosang says from behind you, and Rosé immediately loosens her grip.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” She pulls back, scanning you from head to toe.

You must look pretty terrible, because her expression isn’t reserved at all. “It’s okay.” You reassure her. “It's nothing new, just the same stuff I had last time I saw you.”

She breathes a sigh of relief and hugs you again, this time gently, as the rest of your team moves around you to join the others.

“Joon isn’t back yet.” She says. “You guys were gone for so long, we thought something happened.”

“Dude, shit happened.” Mingi says, crouching over the snack pile to grab a handful. “We almost died.”

As he launches into a dramatic and somewhat embellished explanation, you walk your clinging friend towards the seat she’d abandoned. “Sit down, Rosie, let me breathe.” You rub her back comfortingly and push her off with a smile. She grabs your hand to keep you close, but she’s listening to Mingi.

“Yeah, Wooyoung had to take a piss too. We’re lucky he made it to the bathroom.” Hongjoong is saying.

“Jeez, hyung, you could make me sound like less of a five year old in front of the ladies.”

“Shut up, you were crossing your legs.”

“I had to pee!”

When Mingi gets to the part about Jungkook, Rosé’s wide eyes return to you.

You squeeze her hand, your own heart breaking at the sight of her eyes welling with tears.

He describes the way Yunho almost swung on him, and she clamps her free hand over her mouth, muffling a sudden burst of sobs.

Watching her cry is tearing your heart out, even though you’re still reeling with the fate of Jungkook on your own. She’s in the desk chair, so there’s nothing for you to do but kneel in front of her and pull her back to your chest, letting her cry into your sweater.

Mingi’s excited retelling of the events peters out as he notices Rosé falling apart in your arms. “Oh, shit.” He mumbles.

When he picks his way over the sprawled legs of his brothers seated on the floor, you’re reminded that it was him and Rosé locked in this office for over an hour, probably spending the time talking and sharing the wretched experience together.

“Rosé, I’m sorry.” He crouches down next to you, his hand landing on her back. “It didn’t happen. Sugar stopped Yunho. I shouldn’t have told the story like that, I’m sorry.”

She just cries harder against you. “But he’s gone.” She sounds so broken. “They’re all gone, they’re really gone.”

You’re weeping with her, only barely managing to keep yourself quiet so she can have this moment. “I’m sorry, Rosie. I’m so sorry.”

She and Jungkook had been especially close, both of them always together, always working to improve your choreography, always coming up with better physical scenes to put the punch in your programs. You can’t count the times they stayed after all the studios closed down for the night, slaving away to get everything just right.

They were your hardest to care for, never remembering to eat, always burning themselves out, frequently making hospital trips when dehydration or sleep deprivation got the best of them.

And they were always in it together, too. When one of them went down, the other was close behind. Your hospital had even gone so far as to book the first one admitted in double rooms to anticipate the arrival of the other.

And your stubborn trouble children never disappointed.

You even remember celebrating one of Yoongi’s birthdays in a hospital room because both Jungkook and Rosé occupied the beds with fluid drips.

Mingi looks at you, expression distraught as Rosé continues to crumble.

You can’t help the tiniest smile at the angst on his face. “Rosie, girlie, Mingi looks like a kicked puppy.” You whisper to her, and just as you predicted, she leans out of your embrace and instantly throws her arms around his neck.

He’s stunned, staggering back on his heels as she all but falls into his lap, but you’re not. Rosé is a sucker for commiserating, and she can’t be next to another crying person without hurling herself into their arms so they can cry together.

Despite his shock at the turn of events, Mingi recovers admirably and holds her back just as tightly, and you know in some twisted, almost comical way, that they’ve found each other—because he immediately starts tearing up too.

It’s an odd feeling, trusting one of your charges with someone else in her most vulnerable moments, but instead of wanting to yank her back and comfort her yourself, you find yourself pleased.

She’s safe.

Mingi is kind.

You can let her go.

You wipe your face and use the big desk to pull yourself weakly to your feet, finally casting a glance around the room. Hongjoong, San, and Yunho are gazing at the two with obvious sadness, none of them unaffected by her broken sobs.

Wooyoung looks torn between anguish and wanting to tease his hyung for scoring an apocalypse girlfriend (a comment you’re proud to say he keeps to himself), and Yeosang is frowning at you, watching you step away from the little huddle on shaky legs.

Jimin is still on the couch, slumped against the arm rest, and if you didn’t force yourself to see the rise and fall of his chest, you would think he had died. But then he gives a tiny snore and your entire body decompresses with relief.

You won’t wake him, not when he’s probably still in shock.

And on top of your exhilaration at his continued existence, your delighted attention is snagged by the sight of your duffel bag shoved under the desk. You make a desperate dive for it, tearing it open and fishing out a folded pair of socks. They’re chilled by the coolness of the floor they were sitting on, but to your feet they feel as warm and soft as freshly dried laundry.

You could cry all over again.

A pair of your underwear is also safely folded in one of the inside pockets where you always keep it, so you grab it discreetly in your fist and shove it in your pocket. The time for shucking off your pants and stepping into underwear is certainly not now, in full view of six of your clients.

The rest of your change of clothes that you had been planning on putting on back after Jin bit you are still inside, but you leave them there. You zip the duffel back up and return it to its spot, standing and wiggling your toes inside your socks.

For the tiniest little second, life is good.

Yunho picks up the story where Mingi left off, but with more reverence and caution this time.

As you approach, Yeosang holds out a bag of nuts and a bottle of water. “Want to try again?”

Mouth turning down at the reminder of your grand upheaval, you snatch the items from him and shoot him an unappreciative look that lacks venom. “Can we forget about that please?”

He lifts his hands in a calming gesture, but he’s smirking. “Hey, it’s not my fault you can’t hold your granola.”

You deliver a backhanded smack to his gut, trying really hard not to notice the impressively solid impact. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, puking on my shoes was a strong choice.”

Your horrified gaze drops to his feet, ready to spontaneously combust, but his shoes are relatively spotless. You smack him again as he practically cackles, stumbling back as though you socked him with all your might.

“You fucker.” You grumble. “I can always go find a zombie to feed myself to.”

“I know,” he all but croons at you, like speaking to a small child. “But eat your snack first, you’ll taste better.”

When you gape at him, he just keeps laughing, one hand covering his mouth in a way that you simultaneously find cute and wish he wouldn’t do. “Oh he’s cocky, is he?” You go to smack him again and he just catches your hand.

“Would you stop abusing your clients and sit down?”

“I will abuse whomever I damn well please.”

“Oh, she’s grammatically correct, is she?”

“Incorrigibly so.” Hongjoong piped up. “She corrected me the first time she met me. In an actual client meeting.”

You’re still completely thrown off by this painfully normal banter you’ve suddenly been dragged into, but you let Yeosang bring you into the circle of floor campers and lower yourself to sit between him and San. “You deserved it.”

“I absolutely did not. I was being perfectly polite and serious even though we were talking about zombie role play—”

“Zombie role play?” Wooyoung.

“It’s actors role playing as zombies.” You throw a nut at him.

“You’re supposed to be eating those, not pelting them.” Yeosang.

You pelt him with a nut. Wooyoung cackles as it hits Yeosang right in the cheek.

“Yes, as I said, zombie role play, over coffee that she billed our company for, and she corrects my grammar.” Hongjoong complains, but he’s grinning at you.

“What did you say?” Yunho wonders, crunching away at a bag of Cheetos.

Hongjoong pauses, smile fading. “I don’t remember.” An obvious lie.

“‘Doggy dog world’.” You supply helpfully. “In which my professional acting company puts on a program of a zombie outbreak, where they actually attack each other in a doggy dog world.”

As Wooyoung and San fall over each other in a clownish burst of giggles, Hongjoong’s face goes bright red. “I was asking if the zombies were only going to be attacking us or if they would fight each other.” He pouts.

“Hey, no, we get it.” Yunho says peaceably, squashing a grin. “It’s a doggy dog world out here.”

“Three cheers for our fearless leader.” Yeosang clinks his unopened water bottle against yours.

“You totally deserved the grammar police, hyung. Sugar’s got you this time.” San announces, high fiving you.

“Has she texted you?” Rosé’s voice suddenly sniffles, and you look over to find her lounging comfortably, legs across Mingi’s lap, just barely pulling herself together to join the fun.

“Rosie,” You warn as everyone turns curious gazes on you.

“She can’t spell. She turned off autocorrect because it kept correcting her. Imagine getting texts from a preschooler.”

Yeosang gasps next to you. “You can’t spell?”

“I can spell.” You retort. “You wanna get smacked again?”

“I think I’ll survive.”

“She thought the new Marvel movie was only meaty ogre.” Rosé chirps, sounding remarkably more recovered for the sake of humiliating you than she had a minute ago.

As your traumatized little group roars with laughter around you, you throw a handful of nuts at Rosé, only for Mingi to put up his hands in a heroic, yet adorable attempt to shield her face.

“After a program we did where she and Jimin played married vampires, she promised us that they hadn’t consumerated their marriage.”

The uproarious laughter kicks off all over again.

You’re being eviscerated, And there’s only one thing you can do to save yourself. “Oh! Ow! My zombie bites! Owww, ugh, fuck—”

“Aw, poor Noona, I’ll come kiss your conveniently painful zombie bites better.” Wooyoung coos, immediately jumping to his feet.

Topic successfully changed. “Ew, you’re going to kiss zombie bites?” You try to push yourself back as Wooyoung attempts to crawl over both San and Yeosang’s laps to get to you.

“That’s not what he’s offering to kiss, and no, he isn’t.” Hongjoong argues, exasperated, gesturing at San to stop the man.

As Wooyoung sprawls across both laps, fingers grasping for you playfully, Yeosang bands one arm around his waist and holds him down. “Can you please let us be locked in a room with mixed company without having to find out that you’re some kind of sexual predator?”

Wooyoung gasps, scandalized. “I’m kidding! Sugar, you don’t feel sexually harassed, do you?”

“Not yet.” You empty the last of the nuts into your mouth and smile at him.

“Dude, she’s gonna put you on the blacklist.” Hongjoong quips, making Wooyoung give you the most pitiful frown you’ve ever seen.

“You told them about the blacklist?” Jimin’s awake now, peering at you with a grin that’s both obviously relieved you’re back and safe, and thrilled by the laughter that’s been filling the room for the last few minutes.

Wooyoung tries to sit up, but Yeosang’s arm doesn’t let him move an inch. “Dude, that fucking blacklist.”

But Yunho looks confused, wide eyes darting between you and Jimin. “What? No, I didn’t get to hear about it.”

“Yeah.” Yeosang turns to you. “What blacklist?”

“Our fucking 10 pound box of criminal clients.” Jimin mutters. “God, some of the assholes we’ve had.”

“No shit.” Hongjoong agrees. “You guys don’t even want to know.”

“I wanna know.” San argues staunchly, followed by resounding agreement from the other three who hadn’t been present for your tell-all in the showers.

“You seriously don’t.” Wooyoung says uncharacteristically. “If nobody wants to have murderous thoughts, we should just go back to the married vampires thing.”

“Murderous thoughts are already on the menu after being locked in a building with honest-to-fuck zombies. I wanna know.” Yunho says, and the others are once again in agreement.

Jimin’s the first to give the people what they want. “I was in the middle of the best death scene I’ve ever done when these two girls crawled into my lap and started grinding on me. They went from PG to X rated in like five seconds flat. One of them legit started stripping before I made it out of there.”

Mingi’s mouth drops open. “What? Just out of nowhere?”

“They acted like sweet little school girls until it was just us in that room.” Jimin responds, eyes just as wide as the rest of them.

“When you say stripping—” Yunho starts.

“Boobs all the way out.” You supply. “I was in the next room, and by the time he got me and I went in there to wring their necks, they were both trying to put their bras back on.”

“Jesus.” Yunho mutters.

“I thought I was going to get sued.” Jimin says. “They tried to convince Namjoon that I came on to them.”

The Ateez part of your group is floored, staring at your acting group with utter disbelief.

“We’ve all been groped, handled, or otherwise assaulted at some point.” Rosé says bitterly, and you don’t miss the way Mingi’s arm tightens around her shoulders.

“You should have a police officer just hanging around outside all of your programs.” Hongjoong decides. “I don’t know how you keep doing programs with all of those assholes out there.”

“Like I said, the ratio of actual criminals to normal clients is low.” You remind him. “Relatively speaking, it doesn’t happen that much.”

Yeosang gives you a concerned side eye as he grabs another bag of nuts from the snack pile and hands it to you. “Not that much is still to much.”

You stare at the nuts in your hand. “Why do you keep handing me nuts? Do I look like a squirrel to you?”

His mouth gapes like a fish, stammering at your amused accusation. “It’s protein!”

“He’s a gym junkie, protein is his love language.” Wooyoung quips from his trapped position on his lap. “And that’s not even the worst client she told us about.”

Mingi looks like he’s not sure he wants to ask. “It’s not?”

“There was that one guy,” Rosé says softly, looking at you for reassurance.

You nod, letting her tell it. Given the present circumstances, it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever been through. Being able to lay it out to people who care for you and are enraged on your behalf feels like a comfort before it’s all over.

“You don’t have to tell them, Rosé.” Hongjoong tells her kindly. “It’s nobody’s business but yours.” He knows which story is coming.

She smiles back at him, but gives a little shrug. “It was a long time ago. We’ve all dealt with it.”

You had. Months and months of both individual and group therapy had gotten all four of your girls and yourself to relatively good places with it.

“We had a client who wanted our smallest possible team. Just the twelve of us, no extras.” Rosé’s eyes are suddenly on her hands as she speaks. “He requested to only have one accompanying character, even though the program we wrote for him gave him three for the first half.”

“Accompanying character?” Yunho questions.

“A non-horror character. Like how you started the program with Sugar as a survivor instead of a zombie.” She explains. “We thought it was odd, but he seemed chill, so we gave him Jimin.”

“The fucker got me killed off in the first five minutes. I thought he was just really crappy under pressure, so I let it happen and off he went.” Jimin adds bitterly. His eyes flash between you and Rosé, a mixture of guilt and anger on his pale face.

You tear open the bag of nuts and dig in. It’s better than doing nothing while your friends unearth some of your worst memories. And besides that, you’re starving.

But next time you’re requesting the Ruffles.

“He got through a few scenes with the guys before it all went screwy.” Rosé continues.

The guys are enraptured, nervous as she goes on. Wooyoung reaches out and puts a hand on your knee, leaving it there. Yeosang doesn’t stop it, but he’s watching you curiously.

You keep eating.

“I had a scene with Namjoon that he finally reached us for. We got through the scene, and then the client lured Namjoon out of the room but left me inside, and somehow he got the door shut. Namjoon thought he’d fumbled the door trying to escape, so he just went on acting, since his next scene was in another part of the building.”

Mingi’s arms drop from her shoulders to wrap around her waist when her voice breaks. “You don’t have to tell us.” He says.

“You don’t.” Yunho agrees, but Yeosang stays silent.

Rosé glances at you again, and you nod again. It’s up to her. She’s telling her story.

“He cornered me against the wall and forced me to kiss him.” She laughs awkwardly, but no one else joins in. Jimin’s eyes are pinched shut. He knows this story already, but he never takes it well. “He got some of my clothes off. There was some touching. There was some fingering that got him charged with rape. I couldn’t stop him. I tried.”

Mingi’s not looking at her anymore, his forehead pressed to her shoulder. “Goddammit.” He mutters.

Yunho’s eyes are on the ceiling, fists clenched.

You don’t look at Yeosang.

Wooyoung gives your knee the tiniest squeeze.

“I say tar and feather the asshole.” Hongjoong announces.

“Hear hear,” Wooyoung concurs darkly. “We’d take the pirate concept to a whole new level with this fucker.”

“I was too upset when he finally left me to get myself together and find the guys to stop the program. But I should have. Damn it, I should have.” Rosé’s eyes find yours, and you smile softly at her and take over the story.

“You did what all of us did.” You tell her gently.

Yeosang tenses beside you.

“We didn’t know what he’d done, so the program went on. He played along when it mattered, but by the time we finally stopped it, we found out that he’d done it to all of my girls.” Your throat tightens, and you swallow. “To all of us.”

“Fucking hell.” Yunho swears.

Yeosang’s free hand scoops up yours, gripping it tightly.

“We don’t take individual clients anymore.” Jimin says. “We stopped acting for a good bit after that. He was our worst.”

“How did you not kill him?” Mingi wonders venomously. “How could you just let him—”

“We didn’t let him do anything. The police were on the scene before our allotted time was up. He had plenty of bruises by the time they got there, not that any of us advocate attacking our clients. He’s in prison, and our background checks are more thorough now.” You interrupt carefully.

“You were alone with us from the very beginning.” Yeosang says suddenly, his first input to the conversation. “How could you do that, after an experience like that? I mean, it was just us and you for so long.”

“We vetted you.” You tell him. “We were sure of you. We’re very careful with these decisions now.”

“But what if you were wrong? What if we were bad people? There are bad people in pop groups.”

“Let’s go back to the married vampire program.” Wooyoung says, lifting himself off of the laps he’d been lounging on. Yeosang lets him go. “That sounds like more fun than this conversation, and we’re less likely to turn into murderous vigilantes over it.”

You’re happy to let the conversation change, especially with the way Yeosang is now looking at you like he’s about to tape you up in bubble wrap and throw you into a hamster ball. “Jimin and I are the Morticia and Gomez of married vampires.”

Yeosang just frowns at you.

“That sounds sick, let’s talk about that.” Hongjoong jumps on board immediately. “Why did you choose to be married for that program? Do you guys do that a lot?”

“Because we like to incorporate storytelling into many of our programs. Many of us have a lot of creative energy towards our writing, so sometimes they get seriously involved.” You explain. “We’ve done married couples and siblings and parent-child dynamics and all sorts of things.”

“Despite having the spelling skills of a toddler, Sugar’s a really good story writer. She was meant for books. With Namjoon as a proof reader, of course.” Rosé quips.

You throw the last of your nuts at her. “That’s enough of that, thank you.”

“Would you please stop throwing the food that I provide for you?” Yeosang grabs the bag of chips you’ve been eyeing and tosses it in your lap. “You’re the most ungrateful squirrel I’ve ever fed.”

You give him your best squirrel noises and rip into the Ruffles. “I’m an anti-peanut squirrel. We’re a rare breed.”

“Anyways,” Jimin cuts off the very weird conversation you’ve started with Yeosang, flashing you a smug look that very clearly informs you that you’ve been flirting. “Sugar’s a great story writer and she came up with this dope vampire program,”

“Did you guys kiss?” Wooyoung pipes up, eyebrows bobbing. “We already know you didn’t consumerate the marriage.” He sticks his tongue out at you pedantically.

Yeosang closes his hand over the top of your snack bag before you can lob a handful of precious potato chips at Wooyoung, also pedantically.

You swallow your mouthful instead. “The story had two kissing scenes.” You’re actually proud of this particular program, and it’s one of the few that your company saved in your archive to reuse with little to no alterations.

Wooyoung hoots like a frat boy, making kissy faces at you and Jimin. “Ooo, steamy! Do you guys do kissing scenes a lot in your programs?”

Hongjoong throws out a foot and kicks him. “Can you not be sixteen years old for five minutes? These people are professionals.” He turns to you. “I’m so sorry. He was dropped down a flight of stairs as a baby.”

“So was Jimin.” You return without hesitation.

Jimin clutches his chest dramatically. “Betrayed by my own wife. I’m going to write a scorned husband program next.” His theatrics are met by more laughter, your sad little group of survivors bolstered both by the moments of camaraderie you’re sharing and the obvious signs of slowly regaining strength in Jimin.

But you just roll your eyes at his dramatics, unable (and at this point ravenously unwilling) to throw your precious food at him and therefore settling with a loud scoff. “If you wrote a program it would be more kissing than vampires and then you would somehow find a way to write yourself four individual death scenes.”

“I’m just so good at dying, Sugar Baby, I mean look at me. I am nothing if not method.” He winks at you and puckers his lips.

“Hongjoong, smack him for me.”

“I will not, he actually looks like he’s dying.” The Ateez leader refuses, instead getting up to fluff Jimin’s pillow under him. “Besides, if I smack him, he might turn into a zombie just to bite me and I’m not taking that chance.”

“Your gallows humor is uncomfortably dark.” Jimin fires back, but he’s not the least bit offended. He even flashes his teeth in pretense of going for a bite and Hongjoong actually jumps back.

“You people are not as funny as you think you are.” He complains.

“We are trained in comedy and supplementally traumatized, we’re fucking hilarious.” You contradict, and actually earn your first laugh from Yeosang since he discovered your tragic backstory.

“Okay, okay, while I am hereby claiming an honorary co-writer position in creating the scorned husband horror program, I want to know about Mortician and Gomez Dracula.” Wooyoung whines.

You can’t believe this is the way you’re spending the peaceful rendezvous in the office that you wanted so badly. Teasing about snacks, commiserating about criminal clients, picking fights about grammar and discussing fake vampires.

You can’t believe you walked away from one of the most disturbing experiences of the night, brain filled with images of your youngest brother, your dear friend, cut into pieces by Yunho’s axe, and instead of sitting in morose silence as you expected, the room is booming with laughter.

You’re sitting on the floor in a circle around a giant pile of snacks and sodas, your feet freshly socked, Yeosang still holding your hand, Jimin smiling and chatting along with the rest of you—albeit with a little more wheezing.

If these are your last moments on earth, at least you’re all laughing.

Jimin is vaguely explaining the storyline of the vampire program, taking more liberties and skipping more details than you would have preferred regarding your darling brainchild, but when he gets to the first kissing scene, where the husband has a monologue about how he rescued his beloved wife at her moment of death by turning her into a vampire, Yunho cuts him off.

“Wait, so you guys kiss each other all the time?” He turns to look at you, and then at Rosé, who is still sleepily snuggled on Mingi’s nap with no apparent intention of leaving.

This still doesn’t surprise you. Most of her off time and rest days are occupied by lovingly violating the personal space of the rest of your teammates, always reaching for physical touch.

Mingi doesn’t look displeased to be her latest victim in the slightest.

You wonder if she had introduced him to this personal habit of hers during the lockdown.

Jimin turns his head on his pillow to look at you thoughtfully. “Have all of us kissed?” He casts his mind back over your past acting gigs, sorting through the various arranged pairings in your stories.

“No, we haven’t had that many programs with kissing scenes.” You crumble your empty bag and toss it to the pile of empty wrappers.

Next to you, Yeosang lets go of your hand and cracks open your water bottle, passing it to you quietly. He watches you sip from it, only half listening as Jimin continues telling the story.

“Thank you,” you wipe your hand across your lips and offer him the bottle. You haven’t seen him drink anything all night, his own bottle remaining unopened.

His eyebrows lift, glancing from the water to you questioningly.

You push it closer. “If you want some. You haven’t cried as much as I have today, but I’m sure you’re still dehydrated.”

He takes the bottle from you and drinks, draining the rest of it before Wooyoung can try to snatch it from him.

Jimin has the guys chortling at the various humorous points of your program, but your thoughts are gradually returning to reality. This respite won’t last forever. These long, beautiful moments of joy have to end, whether you want to think about it or not.

“You’re staring.” Yeosang whispers to you.

You’d zoned out, thinking, staring right at him. You blink, scrambling for a response. “Your birthmark looks like a heart.”

His ears turn red, cheeks flushing. “Yeah, uh…” he clears his throat and looks away, crumpling the bottle into a handful of plastic and throwing it at Wooyoung when he issues a particularly witchy cackle. “People say that.”

You hadn’t meant to make such a remark about the little pink shape on his face, but now that you actually are looking at it, you realize that at certain angles it really does look like a heart.

It’s pretty.

You’re pathetic.

“You found socks.” He nudges your foot with his. “I’ve been meaning to tell you that your footwear was inappropriate for zombie hunting.”

You kick him back. “Well I’m totally equipped for zombie hunting now, let’s go find some.”

“Sure thing.” He pointedly turns his attention back to Jimin’s story.

“Now I’m fully armored against zombie bites, so next time I tackle one, nobody has to worry.” You’re also letting your focus slip back into the conversation, but not before you hear him say “that’s wonderful” in a tone that unmistakably says ‘yes dear.’

Before you can kick at his foot again, the office door swings open and Namjoon and his team flood into the room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Jongho demands, dropping their third floor axe loudly on the desk. “We could hear you guys giggling from the second floor.”

Seonghwa hurries to the center of the room, straight to the snack pile that you’re all encircling, and immediately grabs a handful of chocolate bars. “I’m starving. I’m so glad you guys found more food.”

You stand, going to join Namjoon where he’s checking out the state of the three axes now gathered at the front of the room. “Were you guys okay? Did you have any trouble?”

He shakes his head, expression pensive. “No, we had a clear path up and down. It looks like the military presence outside is pretty damn heavy. And we checked the fire escapes.” He sighs angrily. “The stairs are gone. Cut off the side of the fucking building.”

Just as the new documents from the control room suggested. “Yeah. We found some stuff upstairs that you should have a look at. They pertain to the fire escapes.”

He rubs his eyes. “Okay. Let me and the guys have a few minutes to sit down before we start working the barricade. We can look at it in about five minutes, after I drink something and get my blood sugar back up. I’m thinking the Southeast corner for the barricade, you?”

“We thought the same, but I’m not convinced we’ll be any more successful there than anywhere else.” You murmur under your breath.

“I know. But I might have come up with a last resort. This building’s basement still has the service entrances open. They lead out the west side, dumping directly into the woods. I think if we have to make a run for it, we might be able to do it down there. But the stairs are steep and narrow and Jimin will have a hard time with it. I still want to try the barricade first.”

You nod. “Sounds good. Get some food and water. Jimin’s telling them about our big vampire program from two years ago.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You just had to give him two kissing scenes and a dramatic death. We will never hear the end of this.” But he’s smiling, stomach audibly growling, and his arm circles your back as he joins the cackling group in the middle of the room.

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Time Will Tell - Chapter 1.28

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You handed the origami flowers you made with Yeong-su and Su-yeong to Mr. An and he walked over to place it on Jae-heon’s grave. “You died when you should have lived,” he started saying. “And I lived when I should have died.”

Your face remained blank save for the tears that streamed down your cheeks, but your eyes lit up in recognition when you noticed Ji-su had walked in. She walked out just as quickly after seeing Jae-heon’s grave, and you couldn’t blame her.

You gave each of your siblings a kiss on the head before going after her.

It didn’t take long to find her since she was only a few rooms down the hallway, but your heart broke when you heard her sobs. They quieted down when she heard your footsteps approach and you kneeled down in front of her. When she saw the sympathy and similar pain in your eyes, she bursted into tears again and you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around her shoulders and bringing her into your embrace. You held her as she sobbed and you let your own tears fall. You knew her pain was much worse, especially since you could see the obvious love the two of them held for each other. You just wished you could help her but it was death. Death wasn’t something you could stop, and it took time to grieve. So even if you couldn’t take away all her pain right now, you would try your best with the comfort you could provide.

She didn’t fight you physically but she tried to warn you to stay away from her. “I’m nothing but bad luck. Everyone around me dies,” she sobbed and you shushed her.

“None of that is your fault. Jae-heon would never blame you for his death, and I know that for a fact. Don’t blame yourself for things you cannot control.”

She sighed with a sob at that and you hugged her tighter.

You were simultaneously surprised and not when Eun-yu walked in. She placed a pack of chocolates in front of the girl next to you with a soft glare. “Eat this. You know you are always ugly, but you really look like shit right now.”

You glared at her and opened your mouth when Ji-su cut you off with the same speech about staying away from her.

“You want to live, right?” She started. “Just act like you did before. Nothing good will happen if you’re near me,” her voice started to crack. “Get away from me if you want to live,” she sobbed. “I’m nothing but bad luck.”

“Oh jeez,” Eun-yu scoffed and you knew she was about to say something rude. “You really hate yourself, don’t you.”

Called it.

“Everyone around me keeps on dying,” Ji-su started crying again and you stroked her hair softly. “Whether they kill themselves or get killed by monsters-”

“Enjoying your pity party?” Eun-yu interrupted.

“Eun-yu,” you scolded with a glare. She rolled her eyes but you could see the genuine worry in her gaze.

She slid down the wall and started telling both of you about her story. About how her parents died in a car crash on the way to a ballet recital she wanted to see. How her brother quit medical school to pay for her ballet classes. How he didn’t blame her even when she thought he should have.

You wanted to hug her too but you knew that would be something she wouldn’t enjoy.

Once she was done talking, she looked over at the sword she had brought over. It was Jae-heon’s and even though it was partially broken, she still reached over to grab one of Ji-su’s hands and wrap it around the handle.

“You don’t need to make yourself miserable. Things are bad enough as it is,” she told her before standing up and exiting the bathroom. You watched her go with a warm feeling. Even though she didn’t show it very well, it was clear Eun-yu cared about everyone in this building.

You had followed Eun-yu out of the bathroom shortly after she left when Ji-su asked you for some space since she just wanted to be alone for a bit.

Now, about an hour later, you were in the basement with Yeong-su, taking turns watching outside through the binoculars with him. You turned around when you heard footsteps and saw Mr. An and Yi-kyung walk in. Mr. An took a seat next to you on the stone platform and you looked at him. “Halabeoji,” you called, addressing him with the same name Yeong-su and Su-yeong had resorted to calling him by. Yeong-su looked over a little from where he was looking out the window but returned his gaze outside quickly.

“Let me ask you a favor,” he asked Yi-kyung. “There’s something inside this place. We must find it.”

“Find what?” She asked.

“I don’t know. An underground tunnel or a bunker or something.”

‘Oh. I guess he wasn’t lying when he was telling that story yesterday when he was drunk,’ you thought to yourself.

“What do you plan to do?” The woman asked him abruptly.

“We will use it to hide,” he declared determinedly. “People keep dying. Young people with their whole lives ahead of them are dying. I believe that you’ll survive this. I can tell from your face.”

She looked down before the conversation was cut off by Yeong-su grabbing your attention.

“Unnie, halabeoji, look.”

You let Mr. An take the binoculars first and look out before he gave them to you. You saw a large army truck driving in the direction of your building and your heart rate sped up. You gave the binoculars to Yi-kyung so she could also see and the looks on all your faces were intense.

“Is the army coming to rescue us?” Yeong-su asked innocently. The gut feeling told you the answer to his question would be a no but you couldn’t find the courage to say that to him. Instead, you just rubbed his back.

Mr. An sighed before turning to Yi-kyung and you. “Move out. On your own. I’ll greet our guests.”

“What?” Yi-kyung asked.

“The soldiers, you can't trust them. You might not understand,” he explained and the expression on her face turned somber.

“I do understand.”

Mr. An chuckled lightly before turning to Yeong-su. “You have a sidekick. Yi-kyung is a secret agent. She’s just like you.”

Yeong-su turned to face the woman beside you and you spoke to the older man. “I can’t do anything. I lost my axe and I’m already injured so I’m not all that useful,” you protested.

He hummed, thinking for a minute. “Then you should hide with your brother. Your mission will be to stay hidden and not get caught!” He said. His voice was still playful for the sake of Yeong-su and you worried your lip.

“What about Su-yeong? I need to protect her too.”

“I will protect her. Don’t you worry, okay?”

You nodded reluctantly and allowed yourself to be led along with Yeong-su into the building again. After a while of looking, you all found a vent and you helped Yeong-su climb in. You talked a bit more to Mr. An and Yi-kyung before you all split up and you climbed into the vent with your brother. You hugged him closely while he sobbed quietly and placed your hand on his mouth when a few strange people with guns walked by. You saw them dragging Mr. An and nearly gasped but you were able to hold yourself together. He smiled at the vent and in a manner of quick thinking and paranoia, you grabbed Yeong-su and placed him on the little area above the vent’s entrance. He sat there and looked at you with confusion. For a second you thought you really were just being paranoid but you were glad that you did it when one of the men came back into the hallway and pointed the gun at the vent. He opened it and saw you immediately.

“I fucking knew it. Get the fuck out here,” he sneered with a smirk. You held your hands up and avoided looking at Yeong-su as you came out.

“Okay, okay. I’m coming out just don’t shoot,” you pleaded with him, carefully climbing out of the vent and stepping down. You nearly fell when he grabbed the collar of your shirt and started dragging you away with the gun pressed against your head.

When he dragged you into the lobby, you saw the other residents huddled up against each other. Some were crying while others just looked scared. You saw Mr. An next to Su-yeong shushing her. The man pulling you shoved you into everyone and you tripped over your own feet. Just as you expected to feel yourself hit the ground, you were caught by familiar arms.

Though Hyun-su held you softly, his eyes glared at the man who pushed you. He continued to glare even when you untangled yourself from his arms to hug Su-yeong.

Mr. An whispered in your ear, “What about Yeong-su? Is he okay?”

“He’s okay,” you whispered back. “Everything’s okay.”

The man who pushed you suddenly held up a red crayon/chalk. He whistled as he circled the group, drawing a line around all of you.

“It’s a bit bigger than last time,” one of the thugs teased.

The man in the hat with the red bandana around his neck - the same man who dragged you to the group - smirked. “Should I measure the area every time?” He asked but didn’t wait for an answer as he addressed everyone in the circle. “This is your jail now,” he laughed.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out and Ji-eun started stumbling. Everyone screamed in horror as she fell to the ground. Mr. Han got pushed into the ‘jail’ as well. He started crawling toward Ji-eun to help her but got pulled back by everyone.

“No, Mr. Han! Stay here, they’re going to kill you too!”

“Please! What are you doing?” He screamed to the leader of the group who was the same man who shot the girl. You all watched as the light drained from her eyes and she passed away. “How could you kill her? How could you?”

“You’re so emotional,” the man with the red bandana laughed. “Are you going to cry for everyone?” He looked down and started nudging Mr. Han’s arms with his gun. “Mister, you crossed the line. Go inside.”

“Just squeeze in,” the leader said. “That’s your home. A tiny home,” he smiled. You wanted to run up to him and smack that smirk off his scar-ridden face but you couldn’t. It would just be a death sentence.

You sat down next to Mr. Han with Su-yeong and everyone followed suit. Soon you were all huddled together sitting on the floor with Hyun-su sitting next to you, pressing his side against yours just enough to reassure you of his presence while not making it too obvious of his concern and care about you. The cries quieted down and everyone sat silently, trying to process everything that was happening.

The leader climbed up some stairs so he was elevated and started talking. “My name is Shin Jung-seop. Why don’t we all just get along without fighting?” He suggested. You wanted to laugh at the irony of that statement. They were the ones who came in here and killed one of the residents yet they wanted to ‘get along’?

“How can you say that after what you did?” Mr. An said exactly what you were thinking. One of the men held up a gun to his head and you shoved Su-yeong’s head into your chest to direct her sight away from it. “How can you treat people like this? We’re not animals!”

“I’m sorry,” the leader ‘apologized’ and held up his gun, shaking it a bit. “This is all I know. If you all do as I say, I won’t kill any of you.”

“So… What do you want from us?” Eun-hyuk asked. Ever the brave one holding the role of the leader, his voice did not quiver and he showed no signs of fear. It was something you admired about him.

“We should get to, uh, know each other,” the man explained, stepping down the stairs and approaching the group. You pulled Su-yeong closer to you to get her away from anyone that would approach and it seemed to catch the leader’s eye. His eyes narrowed in on where Hyun-su’s hand had unconsciously protectively wrapped around the wrist of the hand not holding your sister and he smirked. The sight of the grin sent a sense of dread down your spine. “I bet you’re curious about us, too.”

Eun-hyuk stood up and you wanted to smack everyone in the circle. Why was everyone so desperate to be brave and stand up to the people who literally have guns and are more than willing to shoot them? “Why don’t you tell us? Where were you before you came here? What happened out there?”

“They were dead,” the man told him apathetically. “All of them.”

“Did they just die? Or did… you kill them?” Eun-hyuk asked forwardly. You wanted to smack him upside the head.

“It was a small church,” the man started to tell his story after a beat of tense silence. “They’d had it fortified well, so I got my hopes up, but all of them were already dead. What’s interesting is there were no signs of a monster attack. They had all killed each other,” he said and took a step closer to the bespectacled boy. “You shouldn’t be worrying about monsters. No. Humans are… the scariest.”

He giggled under his breath while Eun-hyuk looked down and clenched his jaw. The smile on his face was menacing and it made you anxious.

Suddenly, a guy with spiky hair in a bright red hoodie and a lot of piercings came into the room and walked up to the leader with another guy behind him. Both guys gave you bad vibes but something about the second guy was a special type of unnerving. The type that you got whenever you got attacked by a monster. You shrugged off that thought though as the guy in the red started talking. “What?”

“What?” The leader asked in response.

“Ui-myeong said you were looking for me.”

The leader looked over his shoulder to the second guy - Ui-myeong - with a questioning gaze but he just shrugged and softly shook his head.

“Hmm? I wasn’t.”

“You son of a bitch!” The man yelled at Ui-myeong, turning around to face him and glaring at him. Everyone around you gasped at the sudden loudness but you couldn’t look away from the guy. There was something about him that made you feel uneasy. He seemed to notice your stare because he looked directly at you. His blank face and eyes showed nothing but you still thought it was weird.

“Did you find anything?” The leader asked the man in the red with a laugh, drawing his and Ui-myeong’s attention back to him. You sighed in relief when he looked away. So far, despite the uneasy feeling he gave you, he was the one of the group you felt most safe with. He was the only one who hadn’t done anything particularly violent.

That didn’t mean you actually felt safe around him though.

“There’s a girl. She’s hurt.”

Ji-su...

Eun-hyuk’s face showed his worry for a second before he schooled it back to normal.

“Stop frowning,” the leader scolded playfully. “These people are already scared.”

He walked over to Ui-myeong and swung his arm over his shoulders before walking off. The man in the red walked off in the other direction before being stopped by another thug. “You left her alone? Why? Was she not your type? Can I have her?”

“I’m saving her for later,” he said and it made you terrified for the safety of Ji-su.

Eun-yu tugged Eun-hyuk back down to the ground and started reprimanding him. “Are you crazy? Stop standing up to them.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed like that, Eun-hyuk,” you butted in, scolding him as well.

“I did it because I wanted us to live,” he rebutted.

“By provoking them?” You asked sarcastically.

He ignored you and turned to Hyun-su. “We have to wait.”

“Until when?” The boy asked.

Eun-hyuk leaned in to whisper even softer. “It seems like they killed soldiers and stole their weapons and ammo. They only have a few guns and there are dozens of monsters out there.”

“We have to do something,” Hyun-su insisted.

“When the time is right… we’ll act,” Eun-hyuk told him reassuringly. “You’re not the only weapon we have.”

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winchesterwild78 · 8 months ago

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A New Sheriff in Town pt 4

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Characters: Beau Arlen x Reader, Reader’s daughter Lily, other Big Sky characters

Warnings: Fluff, angst, slight smut, surprises

A/N: This was an idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. Just a short series featuring our favorite green eyes Sheriff. Reader is a single mom and Beau moves into town. Things start to develop and the reader's daughter finds it hard to pull herself away from Beau.

This does not follow the Big Sky timeline and is not in any way associated with the show. All work is my own, please don’t take it.

Minors DNI 18+

*Time Jump 7 months*

“Lily, come on, we have to get ready. Mommy has a doctor’s appointment, we can’t be late.” You yelled from the bedroom. “Coming mommy.” Your daughter yelled from her room. “Daddy Beau and Em will be here soon to go with us.”

In the past few months a lot has changed between you and Beau. About 6 months ago Beau moved in and Emily would bounce between her mom’s house and your house. Lily loved having both of them there. She told people Emily was her sister and Beau was her new daddy.

About 7 months ago Beau had a particularly intense case, one that caused him to be injured, and you almost lost him. The pain of possibly losing another person who you had fallen in love with was too much. The day he was released from the hospital your emotions overwhelmed you, and the two of you got into a huge fight.

*Flashback*

“Beau, I’m so glad you’re okay. You scared the hell out of me. You can’t do that. We can’t lose you.” Tears streamed down your face. Beau stood in your living room, face filled with concern and frustration, “It’s not like I went to work that day asking to be shot, Y/N. Jeez. Do you honestly think I wanted this?!” “No, but you chose to be a cop, so you know the risks. Damn Beau, you’ve got people who love you and need you!”

“You don’t think I know that! You, Em and Lily are my life! “What do you want me to do, quit!?” You just looked at Beau, unable to speak. “I’m not going to do that, Y/N. I love my job, I won’t quit.” Your heart ached in your chest, you couldn’t lose him. “Beau, I can’t lose another man I love. I lost Aaron while he was doing his job, I can’t go through that again.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?” You took a shaky breath in, “I love you Beau, but I can’t lose you too. Not like that. If you won’t quit, then I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t lose you.” Beau’s eyes went wide and he gasped, “What? Y/N, please don’t do this.” He reached for your hand but you pulled away, “Please leave, Beau. I’m sorry, this (you motioned between the two of you) is over.”

Beau tried to protest, but you stood firm. He stepped closer to you, placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. Good bye.”

When Beau left you collapsed on the floor sobbing. Your heart shattered. You had fallen in love with Beau and had seen a future with him, children with him. The fear of losing him in the line of duty was just too overwhelming.

You pulled out your phone and dialed Sarah’s number. “Hey girl, how’s it going?” You heard her cheerful voice on the other end. You sobbed. “I’m on my way honey.” She hung up and a few minutes later she was by your side.

Sarah helped you up and walked you over to the couch, “Come on sweetie, tell me what happened. Where is Beau?” You finally calmed down enough to talk to her. You told her everything and how you made Beau leave.

“Oh Y/N, you have every right to be scared, but honey you can’t let the fear cost you the beautiful life you deserve. Aaron wouldn’t have wanted that for you or Lily. Beau is an incredible man, and he’s so good with Lily. No matter what job someone has there is always a chance they won’t come home from work. Sure Beau’s job has a high risk, but honey that man loves you and Lily so much. Don’t throw that away for fear.”

You knew she was right. “Look, I’ll get Lily from school and take her to my house for a sleepover, you call Beau and the two of you work this out. I’m not going to let you throw away happiness. I love you, Y/N, now call Beau.” You nodded and pulled out your phone.

Beau’s voice was soft when he answered, “Hey darlin’.” “Hey Beau, I’m so sorry, can you come back so we can talk?” “I’m already here baby.” There was a knock on your door.

You opened the door and saw Beau standing there with red, wet eyes. He’d been crying. Your heart sank, knowing you caused him the pain you saw reflected in his eyes. Sarah came out from Lily’s room with her bag. She hugged you and whispered ‘good luck.’ As she walked past Beau, she touched his shoulder and they nodded at each other.

When Sarah left Beau stepped in the house. The two of you started to talk at the same time, Beau told you to go first. “Beau, I’m so sorry. I let the fear of losing you take over. I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want you to go either. If you’ll have me I want to be yours again. I was a fool telling you to leave. I love you, Beau. I love our life together and I see a future with you.” Beau stepped closer, pulled you flush to his chest and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

No more words were needed. You knew he had forgiven you. The kiss quickly turned into a deep need to be together. As Beau walked you to your bedroom your clothes started to come off, leaving a trail from the living room to the bedroom door.

Once in the confines of your bedroom, you and Beau made love off and on all night long. The connection between the two of you deepened and was becoming stronger. As Beau held you that night you asked him to move in. “Beau, I want you and Em to move in here. I love you both and I want you two to be here with Lily and I.” “Really sweetheart? I’d love that.” You smiled and laid your head on his chest.

*Present*

As you were grabbing your shoes Beau and Emily walked in the house. “Daddy! You’re back. Emmy I missed you.” Emily smiled and picked up Lily, “I missed you too, kiddo. Are you ready to go?” “Yep, mama said I get to know first.” Emily smiled and nodded.

You stood at the doorway looking at your little family and smiled. Beau walked up to you and placed a soft kiss on your lips, “Hey baby, you ready?” You smiled, “I can’t get my shoes on.”

Beau laughed and helped you walk over to the couch. As you sat down your hand touched your growing belly. The night Beau came back you ended up getting pregnant. Today the four of you were going to find out the gender.

When you found out you were pregnant you were shocked. The two of you had been having unprotected sex for a few months and you hadn’t ended up pregnant, then you were. You were excited and scared too. The idea of having another baby was a rollercoaster of emotions. Beau was an incredible father, but the fear of losing him kept creeping into your mind. Aaron died when Lily was so young, you were afraid it might happen again, and this time you’d have two children to care for, well three to love because you would never push Emily away.

Beau helped you get your shoes on and the four of you got in the car. In the waiting room Lily was telling everyone she gets to know first, and they offered her a soft smile. When your name was called, Beau helped you up and Emily took Lily’s hand. The nurse smiled, “Looks like the whole family is here today. Lily, are you excited to find out if you’re going to have a little sister or a little brother?” Lily giggled and said yes.

A few minutes later the doctor was in the room and did the exam. Everything was on target and looking good. Your iron was a little low, but not too bad. You cried a little when they took your weight. Beau assured you that you were stunning.

After the exam, the doctor wheeled in the ultrasound machine. “Okay everyone, are we ready to look at the little one?” Lily’s eyes lit up and she enthusiastically answered yes for everyone. The room filled with laughter. Lily told the doctor she got to know first. The doctor nodded. All eyes were glued to the screen as the baby appeared. You could hear their steady, strong heartbeat and your heart soared.

“Okay, big sister Lily, come here and I’ll tell you.” She climbed out of Emily’s lap and walked over to the doctor. The doctor leaned down and whispered in Lily’s ear and her eyes went wide and sparkled. She giggled and climbed back in Emily’s lap.

The three of you waited with baited breath to find out, but Lily was tight lipped. “Lily honey, are you going to tell us?” She shook her head no and giggled. “Lily, why don’t you want to tell us?” “Cause it’s a secret. Aunt Sarah told me I couldn’t tell anyone until I told her.”

You and Beau exchanged a look and a smirk. “Oh I’m going to get her.” You said and laughed. The doctor laughed, “Well Mom, I want to see you back in about a week to check your iron again. I’ll get the pictures printed and you’ll be good to go.” You nodded and thanked her.

Emily told you and Beau she was going to take Lily out so you could get dressed. Beau thanked her and helped you up.

Once you were dressed and had the pictures the four of you walked to the car. Lily was giggling the whole way. You kept shaking your head and smirking. Once in the car, Beau turned and looked at Lily, “Hey baby girl, should we go to the store and pick out some clothes for the baby? What do you think, some pink or some blue?” You laughed, “Beau, you’re terrible.” “I just want to know.” He laughed.

You pulled out your phone and called Sarah, “Hey Sarah we are done. Um, and why is my child not telling us what the baby is?” She laughed hysterically, “I can’t believe she’s actually keeping it a secret.” “Well she is, she told us you told her she had to tell you first. What in the world do you have planned?” “You let me worry about that, and don’t try to spoil it. I’ll be over in a little bit to get her and Emily. Us girls have something planned.”

You looked over at Emily and smirked. She realized you knew she was in on it. She chuckled. When you hung up you looked at Beau, “Looks like both our girls were in on this little coup.” Beau’s eyes flicked up into the mirror, “Em, really? I thought we were closer than that.” He laughed. “Sorry dad, I couldn’t resist helping with this. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”

A few hours later you and Beau were sitting in the living room together. The girls were still with Sarah and it was quiet in the house. The soft hum of the television played in the background. Beau had his hand placed on your belly feeling your baby kick and move. Your hand was placed on his.

“I can’t believe we are going to welcome this little one in a few months. Regardless of what they are, they are already so loved.” You smiled and nodded at Beau, “I know, I have to ask though, what are you hoping for Beau?” “Honestly, a boy. We already have two incredible girls, we need a boy now.” You smiled, “Yeah, I am too.” Beau kissed your lips, “As long as they are healthy I know I will be happy either way. Even though I’m hoping for a boy, if they are a girl, they will be loved just as much.”

You smiled and nodded. “I love you Beau. Thank you for this incredible life we have.” “I love you too, Y/N. Thank you for this incredible life, and for having my baby.” He kissed your lips again. This time the kiss was full of need.

Beau pulled you on his lap. You tried to protest, “Beau, no, I’m too heavy.” “No you’re not, you’re perfect.” Things started to heat up between you and Beau. He helped you remove your shirt, and your engorged breasts were poking over the top of your bra. Beau bit his lip, “God you’re beautiful, pregnant with my baby.” You blushed.

His fingers went behind your back and unhooked your bra, letting your breasts spring free. He growled, cupping your breasts and kissing them. Your head leaned back as a moan escaped your lips. “Mmm yes Beau, please baby.” You could feel your arousal soaking your panties.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Beau’s voice dripped with desire. “You, Beau, I want you. Take me please.”

Beau laid you back on the couch and stood up. He slid your pants and panties down. He smirked when he saw how wet you were. He started to unbuckle his pants, ready to take you right there. The shrill sound of your phone ringing stopped him. “Shit!” He murmured. He grabbed your phone and showed you the screen, it was Sarah. “Impeccable timing, Sarah.” Beau said as he answered. “Beau, wait, were you two, oh jeez. Can’t keep your hands off each other?” Beau smirked, “Nope, what’s up?” “Can you two head to the park please?” Beau sighed, “Yeah, give us a few minutes.” “Beau, you don’t have time to finish.” “I know, but helping a very pregnant woman get ready to leave the house takes a little longer. We will be there soon.” Sarah laughed and hung up.

“Looks like our presence is being requested at the park.” Beau said as he buckled his pants back. You poked your lip out, pouting, “So we don’t have time to finish?” Beau leaned down and kissed your lips, “Well, I can take care of you and later we can finish.” You bit your lip and gasped as Beau’s fingers pushed into your dripping core. He worked you closer to your release. It was coming faster since you were already so worked up. You grabbed the couch and bucked your hips into his fingers. “Oh god, Beau I’m going to cum.” He leaned over and kissed your lips, “Cum for me baby, cum on my hand.” You pushed into his hand one more time and you came hard. Moaning and panting.

Once you were done, Beau kissed you and helped you get cleaned up. “Beau, what about you?” “I told you, we will finish this later. I don’t need Sarah kicking my ass.” He laughed. You nodded. Once dressed the two of you headed towards the park.

Getting out of the car at the park you noticed several people, your girls, Sarah and some of Beau’s colleagues. Sarah and Emily had decorated the shelter with pink and blue balloons. They had planned a gender reveal party.

Sarah walked over and hugged you, “I know you’d always said if you got pregnant again you wanted a gender reveal where you didn’t know what the baby was. I’m sorry I had to be sneaky, but I hope this is a good surprise.” Tears pricked your eyes and you hugged her tight, “It’s perfect, thank you.”

The afternoon was perfect. Family and friends were gathered, enjoying food and laughter. Celebrating your growing family. The time came to reveal the gender. Sarah had cupcakes made for everyone. The two she handed you and Beau had the gender hidden inside. The frosting in the middle would either be blue or pink.

You and Beau took a deep breath and bit your cupcakes. As the two of you pulled the cupcakes back from your mouth, tears fell from your eyes and Beau smiled. He pulled you in for a quick kiss. As he pulled away you both showed your cupcakes and revealed to your gathered family and friends blue frosting. You were having a boy.

Lily jumped up and down, “I’m having a brother!” She squealed. You smiled and bent down to hug your daughter, “Yes you are baby girl.” You placed your hand on your belly and felt him kick. Looking over at Beau, “We’re having a boy.” He pulled you into his embrace, “Thank you, Y/N.” Leaning down he placed a kiss on your belly, “I can’t wait to meet you little guy. You are already so loved.”

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