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i think i need to rehome the baby, he keeps harassing the girls because they wonât play with him. i know he needs to get neutered and thatâll help but i have literally no way to do so right now. heâs so sweet and cuddly but he just needs to have cats who want to play with him and the ladies are now down. we are close to greenville sc and iâd happily help pay for the next person to get him neutered
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omfg they killed him
#the future liberals want#lmao!!! i died when i saw this#local aquarium is having an animal crossing exhibit#i had so much fun and i am so spoiled#my two fave things the aquarium and animal crossing#but they also decorated for halloween and as soon as i saw this i was like⊠heâs dead⊠they killed him#animal crossing#acnh#acnh community#animal crosing new leaf#gulliver's travels#acnh gulliver#baby looked around with pure shock and disbelief before falling asleep and taking a fat nap#austin also got us behind the scenes tour so we were able to learn about how the aquarium functions#and how they feed the animals + personal tour#then he got us frozen yogurt i had the dairy free mango one and we ate it in the car as baby finished her nap#it was a beautiful day#OHHHH and we met THE kk slider and took pics with him#austin told him he was a huge fan
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Man, i dont know wether everyone noticed this and im just dumb and oblivious or if im being completely delusional but i think im realising why Dutch trusted Micah so much even when Hosea and Arthur complained about it.
I think what he thought, was that this is going to be a similar scenario to many other gang members in the past when they first joined.
Im not sure but thinking about it, there are many people in the gang that i feel like when they joined, Hosea and Arthur weren't happy about, but they proved themselves to the gang and changed for the better so the older members accepted them.
Hell, this could have been the case with Arthur too. Hosea mentions he was a wild delinquent when they took him in but he changed and that makes me think that Hosea originally didnt want Arthur to join them, but Dutch saw something in this feral orphan, took him in and soon enough, even Hosea grew fond of him. Even came to love him as a son.
I feel like it took a lot of convincing from Dutch to let Arthur stay but when he did, and he saw the man Arthur became, Dutch probably started believing that there is good in everyone and everyone is capable of changing for the better if they are given the chance, that is of course, if he didnt already believe in that.
That is probably how we ended up with many of the gang members who cause a bit of trouble or aren't really contributing to the gang or just the ones Hosea and Arthur arent really fond of. Specific names that come to mind are Bill, Sean and Swanson. Now im definetely not saying i dislike these characters. Nor am i saying that Sean or Bill dont contribute or that Arthur and Hosea dislike Swanson or Sean or anything like that but you get the idea.
Dutch, to me, seems way more open to strangers and troubled people, good example of this is Sadie, he didn't even hesitate about taking her in, she was in trouble and needed help, he didn't care that he didn't know her and she could potentially figure out who they are and tell the law about them (she wouldn't do that of course but someone else could have been in her place, you know) or Maybe even Kieran, who used to be member of their a rival gang but people told Dutch he saved Arthurs life so he let him stay with them. Of course they didnt trust Kieran as much but just the fact that he let him live after, even more, he let him live AND stay with them when he clearly didnt't have to shows that he is way more trusting of strangers whereas Hosea and Arthur are way more protective of the people already in the gang, protecting them from these strangers.
Seems to me like Dutch saw Micah, says the man saved his life? I think? And thought: "there is some goodness inside this person, he just needs an opportunity and a place to change for the better, even if Arthur and Hosea dont agree and say i should cut him loose, what kind of person would i be, preaching about giving people who were wronged by their life and this country a second chance yet throwing this person away after messing up a few times. It took other people in this gang months, even years to change and they did change, Hosea and Arthur used to complain but now those people are a part of their family so why shouldn't i give this person a chance?"
This of course, could have been the case had Micah actually wanted to change from his habbits and break away from his past but i think it is clear that from his dialougue he is happy being just the way he is. He just kept telling Dutch he wants to change so Dutch would let him stay and and Dutch, believing him, dragged the whole gang to destruction because of this, because he put so much time and effort into trying to help, change and save someone who didn't need it
#i wrote this on school breaks with minimal amount of sleep so sorry if this is stupid and gramatically incorrect i wasnt really checking it#i just had this thought while reading fanfics last night about Hosea and Dutch meeting Arthur#Hosea not wanting him at first but growing to love him and Dutch having to convince Hosea to let Arthur stay#guess i saw some parallels in that#there is probably more i could say about this but im forgetting it so ill update this if i figure it out#dutch van der linde#micah bell#arthur morgan#hosea mathews#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#stupid emo mango lover ate my brain#now he lives in my head rent free#im not complaining though
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Tying to figure out how to have two characters naturally come to a point in a conversation where one character brings up hypnosis as a way for the other character to get some other character to have sex with them again.
#mango man speaks#blitz: ''oh if you want murdoc to ffuck you again just hypnotize him''#2d: ''hypnosis isn't real though''#blitz: ''oh so youre willing to believe a guy can come back from the dead but hypnosis nooo that's unrealistic''#like how would i get there naturally.
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ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER.
⧠PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader (hinted) | 5k words
⧠SUMMARY: ghost!reader, major character death, jjk manga spoilers, so much angst bc you literally die lmao, longing, mutual pining, suppressed feelings, everyone sucks at love, some fluff, banter, might be slightly suggestive, lots of hinted feelings (read: suguru), arguments, overall this is painful so read if you enjoy angst !!
⧠RHEYA'S NOTE: this idea randomly came to me before i went to bed a few days ago and in the spirit of halloween, i figured why not? i live off of angst and need to share the pain with everyone lmao oops. this is late for halloween tho my bad !!
i. 2007
satoru brings one more flower than he did the day before. morning glories again, of course, but an extra one. he had added one more to the the bunch every day since the day you died. the first day, he brought three, wrapped with a cheap blue ribbon that he found in his desk drawer. it was hardly a respectable bouquet, but those three flowers were the ones he'd grown for you, so it only seemed fitting.
he didn't care much for gardening. but one day you asked shoko what her favorite flowers were so you could give her some on valentine's day. she asked you what yours were so she could return the favor.
satoru never forgot morning glories after that day.
he's not even sure if morning glories are appropriate to bring to a grave, but he knows you'd like them.
you would tell him it didn't matter anyway.
ii. 2007
(suguru did not cry when you died. satoru watched, intently, because there was nothing in the universe that his six eyes couldn't catch. he waited for it, even a sliver of emotion that would betray suguru's bleeding heart, but he gave nothing. he just stood in front of the stone that marked the end of your life with a deep stare. something had settled there in his eyes, cold and resolute.
a few months before you died, you had told satoru that there was something wrong with suguru. you said that he'd been distant, somewhere far away, and you worried for him. you always did, so open with your affection for him.
"don't want him to get lost." you had hummed, your shoulder brushing against satoru's as you raise the mango ice pop he brought you to your mouth. satoru watches your lips out of the corner of his eyes, his stomach flipping eagerly even as he keeps his face impassive.
"he said it was just the summer heat," he answers, ignoring the sweet mango juice dripping down his knuckles. "should be nothing."
you don't look all that convinced, turning your head to look up at him with meaningful glance. "you sure?"
he stares at you for a lengthy second, cerulean eyes darting over your facial features, before he reaches up and knocks his knuckle against your forehead. "yeah. he'll be fine." he assures, and your shoulders relax as you continue to eat the ice pop.
you were right about it all. four days after you die, suguru massacres an entire village.)
iii. 2008
satoru shifts in his bed, grunting quietly he begins to stretch his stiff joints. his eyes crack open, still heavy with sleep as he waits for his dark ceiling to come into focus. except it doesn't, because all he can see are a pair of very familiar looking eyes. unsaturated, but still so obviously the color he once knew. his own eyes snap open, all traces of sleep gone as he finally makes out someone who looks exactly like you, perched on his stomach with a confused and slightly panicked expression.
he shoots up, and you pull back a little. it looks like you're on his lap, and yet he can't feel you on him at all. he gulps.
"hey toru." you say quietly, and his stomach drops. the same eyes, the same voice. gods above.
"you're dead," he says simply, trying not to betray the way his pulse is jumping at even the smallest glimpse of you again. "you're not real."
"i'm dead," you confirm, nodding your head as you look down at your translucent palms. "but i'm here somehow."
he sucks in a breath, reaching out a hand as if to touch you. the disappointment he feels when it passes through your form is sickening.
you smile shakily, shrugging your shoulders as you attempt to make light of the situation.
"guess i couldn't stay away."
he stares at you for minutes without saying a word and you stare back, equally silent.
iv. 2007
(nanami had carried your body back, his teeth gritted as his blonde hair fell over his eyes. satoru never brought it up, but he knew that nanami remained bothered by it for the rest of his life. your death was bad timing, especially after they had just lost haibara a few weeks prior.
nanami had no reason to blame himself though. if anything, it was satoru's fault you were gone.
shoko had called him from the infirmary, her voice hard and pinched as she spat out three words: "get down here."
when satoru saw your body, he didn't say a word. just took a few long strides until he was at the table where nanami had placed you down. your eyes were shut, face resting in a way that seemed so unnatural. he opened his mouth to ask shoko something, but felt like he was choking on air, so he stopped himself.
then he grabbed your limp fingers, squeezed them gently. they were still a little warm, but not as warm as you usually run. shoko didn't say anything, just stood there with her hands clenched, short brown hair falling over her dark eyes.
satoru remained there for the next thirty minutes, waiting for you to sit up and laugh at the prank you were no doubt pulling. as if your blood wasn't still dripping all over the table.
shoko was the one who finally pulled a sheet over your body with shaking hands. she didn't look satoru in the eye, and didn't spare a glance when suguru burst into the room ten minutes later.)
v. 2008
it takes satoru a while to get used to the fact that you're not physically there. he has to bite his tongue when he moves to bump your shoulder or flick your forehead only to find that his skin goes right through yours. you always give him that same little rueful smile, and he sighs to himself.
he doesn't make an effort to figure out why you're there. he figures it's similar to how jujutsu users can come back as curses due to strong feelings. when he thinks about it though, guilt lodges itself into his throat, because the first thought he had when he heard you were entering death's door was no, don't you dare die.
every day he wonders if he's the one who cursed you to stay.
you act like it doesn't matter, hovering around him as he busies himself in his empty room. at first you're quiet, as though you've forgotten how to speak to him in your incorporeal form. but then you start asking him questions, and it's one question that satoru dreads to answer that you finally bring up.
"where's suguru?"
he's not stupid. he knows there's more you think of suguru than you've ever revealed. of course you'd want to know. but that doesn't mean he wants to be the one to tell you. you had died with nothing but a good impression of geto suguru. you'd probably died with your feelings for him still intact too.
it'd be selfish of satoru to ruin that.
"nothing, don't worry about it," he dismisses, voice clipped as he busies himself with preparing dinner. he knows that won't deter you.
you huff, moving to hover in his line of sight. you cross your arms as you glare at him seriously, and satoru hates how nostalgic your expression makes him feel. he tongues his cheek before sighing.
"he's gone." satoru answers simply. he tries to keep his tone even but it comes out bitter and strained. he can hear your quiet gasp, and feels your form move closer to him. if you were alive, he'd be able to feel your breath on his skin now.
"what do you mean, gone?"
satoru sighs again, turning to look at you completely. he hated everything about this. "he left school. went crazy. killed a bunch of people, including his parents."
he would've laughed at the comical way your jaw dropped if you didn't look so hurt. you sputter over your words as he picks up his bowl and moves to the table, trailing after him and demanding more information.
he doesn't hesitate to share, because he's always hated keeping secrets from you. you had this uncanny ability to see straight through him, and it never failed to make him feel unsettled. so he tells you everything that happened in the few weeks after you died. suguru leaving, their confrontation in shinjuku, his plans for non-sorcerers. he leaves nothing unsaid.
when he's done, he finally looks at you, trying to gauge your reaction. but you're just staring at his food with a bitter expression, brows pinched and lips pursed. satoru says your name once.
you glance at him, and it's too quick for him to look for any accusation in it. doesn't matter though, because he's ready to own up to his mistakes.
"you were right back then. about suguru." satoru admits quietly, turning to his food. he doesn't want to look at you anymore, because he's scared you'll show him how disappointed you are with him.
you don't say anything in response. but you sit down at the small dining table and watch him eat with soft eyes, one bite at a time. satoru doesn't admit it, but the whole time he imagines that you're gently rubbing his shoulder, and he thinks he hasn't missed you more than in that moment.
vi. 2007
(it was satoru's fault you died. if he hadn't been so selfish, you'd still be next to him, shoulder brushing his as the two of you walked through the streets of tokyo.
you had knocked on his door that morning before you had left for your last mission, rocking on your heels. he opened it groggily, still half asleep.
"you going on a mission?" satoru had yawned, drowsy eyes trailing over your uniform. you nod with a grin.
"mhm, with nanami. there are two separate areas with curses though, so we'll split up when we get there. should be simple enough." you shrug, toying with the collar of your uniform jacket.
satoru decides to be annoying. "then why are you here disturbing my sleep? get out." he groans dramatically, peering at you with narrowed eyes. you smack his arm, scoffing. you've stopped questioning why he keeps his infinity down for you do those things to him.
"i was gonna ask if you wanted to come with," you hiss, crossing your arms defensively. "but i'm taking it back, asshole."
he grins. "what? can't stay away?"
you roll your eyes, shaking your head with a sarcastic laugh. "don't flatter yourself."
satoru pauses for a second. "i was gonna go back to sleep." he admits, feeling a little guilty. he had just come back from a mission the night before, and he doesn't feel like leaving again. he doesn't know how to say that to you though.
but you see right through him, like you always do.
"you've been going on missions a lot lately," you smile earnestly, patting his shoulder. "no wonder you're tired."
"'m the strongest, i don't get tired." he protests, crossing his arms with a scoff. you roll your eyes again, sticking your tongue out at him as you heft your weapon over your shoulder.
"keep it up and you're seriously gonna fry your brain or something," you say with a shake of your head, eyes betraying your concern for him. he notices it, and tries to smother down the way it makes his stomach flip. "i'll be fine. you can come on my next mission with me."
fair enough, he thinks. he hadn't gone on missions with you or suguru in a while. he should remember to ask yaga to let him go on your next one. just the two of you. you and him. maybe he'd buy you a mango ice pop on the way back.
"fine." he acquiesces easily, not even thinking to protest. he'll see you later anyway, so he'll talk to you more when you get back.
you smirk a little, motioning to his bedhead, before gently kicking his shin. "go back to sleep then, stupid."
he rolls his eyes, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your forehead like he always does. "whatever. bring me some sweets on your way back, yeah?"
the laugh you give him as he shuts the door is the last thing he ever hears from you.
he should've gone with you.)
vii. 2012
satoru hates the way you're looking at him right now.
it was a stupid little mistake. he had gone to see little megumi and tsumiki earlier that afternoon, and as usual, you had tagged along with him. you'd watched him raise up the two kids over the last few years, never failing to tease about his newly acquired fatherhood, or how much he seemed to care about them despite his efforts to hide it. he didn't ever think to say that you'd helped him raise them up too. even in your incorporeal form you'd always been around to tell him what meals he could prep or to remind him that megumi liked black forest cake for his birthdays.
he'd gotten so used to you being around and he slipped up once. that afternoon when he had walked megumi home from school, teasing and poking fun at the kid, he'd made a stupid joke. megumi had rolled his eyes and told him to shut up.
and then without thinking, satoru had turned to you as you hovered next to him and groaned your name out dramatically before whining, "this kid is so mean to me!"
your eyes widened immediately, and if you were alive he'd probably see the color drain from your face. his stomach had sank and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, even when megumi glanced at him with a raised brow.
"who are you talking to?" he asked, and satoru gulped, shaking his head as he broke eye contact with you to look down at the kid.
"nobody." he had answered.
he tries to ignore the meaningful stare you pin him with for the rest of the afternoon, hoping that you'll just forget about it. but as soon as satoru has left the kids and he's back in his own room, you're on him. he busies himself with making a cup of hot chocolate, even though he feels sick to his stomach.
"satoru you have to figure out how to get rid of me!" you plead, eyes so sad it makes his stomach churn. "i'm gonna drive you insane!"
"i'm fine!" he snaps back, shaking his head as he takes a sip from his mug, the warmth distracting him from whatever it was you were trying to remind him of. he places it down on the table in front of him and crosses his arms defensively. "it was a stupid mistake. won't happen again."
you shimmer in and out of focus, manifesting in front of him with a glare, though your eyes are still the same. wounded and hurt. "it wasn't and you know it! you can't keep living like this. i've been haunting you for years, toru!"
"well who asked you to go ahead and die?!" he yells without thinking, and it's like he sees your hurt bubble forth in slow motion.
"i went and died because i made a stupid mistake on a mission! quit blaming yourself, you dumbass!" you shout, voice raised higher than he's ever heard it.
satoru's mug shatters against the wall.
the two of you immediately turn to look at the mess with wide eyes, before slowly turning to each other to ensure that it really did happen.
"how'd you do that?" satoru asks quietly, his voice strained as he takes a few long strides towards you. you look down at your hand, the same one that you had lifted to swipe at his mug during your fit of rage. you look back up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. satoru's head is pounding, some kind of sick hope stirring within him. "you had to have touched it."
"i don'tâŠ" you trail off, voice filled with awe and a bit of fear. satoru reaches up a hand, ignoring the tremble in it, and moves to touch your face. he will never admit to the amount of times he begs in his head, please please please.
his hand goes straight though your skin, and your eyes soften. satoru lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, hiding his disappointment as he takes a step back and turns away.
viii. 2006
(satoru thinks gardening is ridiculous. plants are so fragile, needing to be constantly monitored and cared for like children. he can't understand why anyone would choose to garden as a hobby when there were less stressful things to do in spare time.
even the process was time consuming, he realizes as he scoops out piles of dirt into the small pots he had set out on his windowsill.
he thinks back to the silly little grin you had on your face as you answered shoko's question.
"morning glory," you had said, leaning against her shoulder. "i like the way they open in the morning and close at night."
shoko hummed, staring at the sky even as satoru quietly eavesdropped. "you got a favorite color?"
"the blue ones," you answered. "they're the prettiest."
your voice echoes in his head as he places the seeds into the soil, and he sighs heavily. why he was doing this for you was beyond him.
the thought makes him annoyed, and he huffs in frustration the entire time he plants them. gardening had to be the stupidest hobby ever.
and yet when three blue morning glories bloom against his windowsill, he can't hold back his grin.)
ix. 2017
satoru's grateful that you don't watch him kill suguru.
he tells you to go, and you give suguru a long stare, face pinched and sour even though your translucent eyes are shining. it's a shame suguru can't see you though, because satoru thinks you look so pretty. suguru would've been lucky to have you be the last thing he ever saw.
you turn away and disappear without a word, and after one last exchange, satoru finishes the job.
it's only after he watches rika's final goodbye to yuta does he realize the extent of what a goodbye even means. he'd said one to suguru, and yet he can't help but miss him as he walks back home. he wonders if suguru wouldn't have had to die if you were still around.
satoru had never gotten a goodbye with you though. you're somehow still with him, but he misses you so much. it puts an ugly feeling in his gut, twisted and dark. it weighs down on his shoulders as he finally opens the door to his room, heavy and overwhelming as he sees you sitting on his bed, face vacant.
he says your name, and you don't move. he takes a seat next to you, and something about your sad expression makes him so unbelievably angry.
"quit being sad about it," he finally spits out, the truthful extent of his feelings coming out. "it's not like you're even alive that you'd be able to see him."
you scoff as you give him a sidelong glare. "what's that supposed to mean? one of my closest friends just died and you expect me not to be upset about it?"
"at least he'll find a way to you!" satoru hisses, clenching his fists so hard that his nails leave crescents in his skin. "you two can have fun together for all of eternity."
there's a tense silence that follows as he grits his teeth, turning away from you. he's so disgusted right now. with suguru, with you, with himself.
"i'm all by myself." satoru mutters bitterly, the words so foreign on his tongue as the truth hits him.
god he misses you so much.
he suddenly feels a sharp thwack on the back of his head and he's turning around with wide eyes.
"don't you dare forget about shoko!" you hiss, tears in your eyes as you glare at him, hand raised. "i'll never forgive you!"
his throat goes dry, because the smack you just gave him was the first time you'd touched him since the day you died. there's a storm in his throat that threatens to break free, but he tries to keep it lodged in his throat. even with your teary eyes, he thinks you look just as pretty as you did with life flowing through you.
he misses suguru. he knows you do too, because there are translucent tears dripping down your cheeks and he has never ached to touch you more. but he can't because you're dead.
you remain in front of him all night, barely saying a word in between your sniffles. he doesn't say anything either, just watching you.
he doesn't know what there is to say. the only thing he ever wishes he got to say to you was goodbye. but you're here, in front of him, so a goodbye seems pointless.
when the sun comes up, you wish him a merry christmas, and he swears you never left him.
satoru says it back to you. you smile sadly.
he misses you so much.
x. 2007
(satoru had cleaned out your dorm room three days after you died.
he didn't really understand why he was doing it so early. shoko had frowned when he told her that he planned to pack away your things, frowned in a way that made her look like she disagreed.
well even if she did disagree, it didn't stop her from sitting in your desk chair, chewing on her nail quietly as she watched satoru fold your clothes. he didn't even understand why he was doing this.
maybe it was because every time he walked past your empty dorm room he felt sick to his stomach. there was a twisting feeling in his gut when he realized that you'd never curl up in that bed again. never sit by the window with a grin watching him and suguru bicker as they threw playing cards on the floor. he figured the faster he got rid of your remnants, the quicker the feeling would go away.
that's what he's hoping anyway. but when he picks up your jujutsu uniform he feels something claw at his throat, and he unconsciously digs his fingers into the fabric. he hears a sigh from behind him and then shoko is at his side, wordlessly easing the cloth from his hand. she lays it on the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles before folding it carefully. when she places it into the box, satoru thinks her hands shake a bit.
there's a bitter expression on shoko's face that he's never seen before, and it makes his stomach twist.
they work on your room for the next few hours, until the sun has disappeared behind the horizon and the cool evening breeze bullies its way into your old space. neither of them say anything, save for the occasional nostalgic hum as they remember something that you did or they're reminded of the story behind one of the trinkets in your room. otherwise it's silent, and for a second satoru feels like he can hear your laugh.
it isn't until night has completely fallen that they are interrupted.
"what are you doing?"
satoru turns around just as shoko looks up, both of them finding suguru standing in the doorway. he hadn't taken a step in yet, eyes still trailing over the emptiness of your old room from behind an uncrossed line.
"cleaning." satoru answers, his voice oddly clipped.
"it wasn't messyâŠ" suguru mutters back, his lips slanting in such an unusual way. there was an uncharacteristically determined look in his eyes, as though there was something in him that was struggling to burst forth. satoru didn't understand what it was.
"never said it was." satoru replies noncommittally. he hears shoko inhale deeply, shifting in your old chair as she watches the two of them stare at each other. there's a tense silence as he notices suguru frown.
satoru can't remember the last time he even had a full conversation with suguru. he remembers seeing you leave for your last mission, and he wants to kick himself for not asking earlier to be sent on group missions with the two of you.
even now, he doesn't really know what to say to suguru. all he can do is tighten his fingers around the edge of the box with your stuff neatly packed in, and watch his best friend sigh.
suguru wets his lips, eyes darting over your desk. there's an odd expression on his face, and his brows pinch as he notices something. then suguru reaches out to pick up an old polaroid, and satoru knows exactly which one it is. your arms slung around suguru's shoulders, smile so wide your cheeks probably hurt. suguru's expression was uncharacteristically gentle.
satoru remembers it so well, because he's the one who took the picture.
suguru looks at the polaroid without a word, rubbing the corner between his thumb and forefinger, and his expression suddenly mirrors the gentleness in the picture. his eyes remain stormy, deep and unsettling as he reaches conclusions that satoru will never understand.
the three of them stay quiet for a few minutes, even though satoru has so many questions that he can't figure out how to phrase. shoko toys with a cigarette between her lips, leaving it unlit because you've always hated the smell of smoke. suguru just stands there, silently eyeing your unfiltered smile through the lens of a camera.
satoru wonders if suguru's trying to say goodbye to you. he doesn't ask, and suguru doesn't say.
only after something had clicked in suguru's eyes, did satoru realize something was over. he couldn't help but feel like he had just buried you in that cardboard box with all your things, and he swallows hard.
then suguru clenches his fists, veins flexing as he looks around your room, almost like he was committing it to memory. satoru didn't understand why; it's not like suguru couldn't come see your room anytime he wanted.
then he turns away, hand lingering on the doorframe heavily, without another word.
just as suguru walks away, satoru thinks he hears your voice whispering in his ear.
"don't want him to get lost."
xi. 2018
something is wrong. something happened. something is wrong.
satoru knows he needs to wake up. but he's so tired, so exhausted from carrying on all by himself. he suddenly remembers the taste of frozen mango, sweet and chilled, and he wants to keep thinking about it for the rest of eternity.
but something is wong. he needs to wake up.
the minute satoru forces his eyes open, he can ignore the taste of blood in his mouth because you're there.
you're kneeling at his side, sunlight shining behind your head in a way that makes you look almost angelic. he'd believe it if you said you were an angel, because you've been dead for so long now.
you'd been a ghost for so many years, hovering around him and getting him through everything that had come his way. isn't that what guardian angels were supposed to do, guiding humans through their own trials? isn't that what you were doing to him since the day you died and came back to him?
you'd been a ghost. you'd been his angel. you'd been haunting him.
you'll always haunt him.
you seem to know it too, because the expression on your face is understanding, soft and yet so sad.
for what seems like the millionth time in his life, satoru aches to touch you.
he tries to move his hand but finds that he can't. synapses misfire. he can't feel his body anymore.
he wants to touch you. gods above, he wants to touch you so badly. please just this one last wish.
your translucent forms shimmers in the sunlight, and satoru can't tell if he's hallucinating or not because you suddenly seem to become fully physical. the particles of your form solidify, slowly filling with more color until you don't look quite so dilute. the saturation of your eye color comes back, and satoru can't look away because he's never seen a ghost so pretty before.
his breath hitches as you gently cup his cheek in your palm, warm and gentle. the melancholic look on your face makes his eyes sting.
"it's good to see you." he says with a weak smile, ignoring the metallic taste on his tongue. his breath is short, mind racing because your skin is on his again. finally, after so many years. you're so soft, just like he remembers.
"you weren't supposed to join me this quick." you sigh, eyes shining as you smile down at him ruefully. your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and satoru's cerulean eyes flutter.
no. no more waiting. he'd missed you too much. he doesn't have it in him to stay away from you anymore. he'd done it long enough. your fingers tremble against his skin and he almost laughs.
no more haunting.
there's a resolute part of him that knows you'll be the first thing he sees when he gets to wake up again. he decides that, when he does, he'll get you a mango ice pop and plant some morning glories with you.
his eyes fall shut with a sigh.
"guess i couldn't stay away."
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MASTERLIST: RAFE CAMERON
áŻáĄŁđ© mood boards
⊠ethnic gfs | all east asian àŒŻË. south asian àŒŻË. middle eastern àŒŻË. west african àŒŻË. southeast asian àŒŻË. filipina àŒŻË. albanian àŒŻË. east african àŒŻË. brazilian àŒŻË. mexican àŒŻË. spaniard àŒŻË. syrian àŒŻË. afrolatina àŒŻË. tongan àŒŻË. wasian àŒŻË. moroccan àŒŻË. armenian àŒŻË. egyptian àŒŻË. algerian àŒŻË.
⊠finish line | fic, blurb
⊠all american sinners, pt. 2 | fic, blurb, series
⊠good girl gone wild | fic, blurb, series
⊠angry god | fic, blurb, series
áŻáĄŁđ© social medias aus
⊠HEARTBREAK: LIVE | Masterlist | SFW
fluff, angst â radio host!reader, ex-lovers, second chanceâafter a mysterious breakup, you went offline. when you're pulled back to the spotlight to host a radio show, rafe wants you back.
⊠RED FERARRI CHASE | Masterlist | SFW
angst â hs sweetheart!reader, second chanceâ when new management takes over his team, rafe learns that you are part of it. but after years of returning back to the circuit (and him), you return with a new ringâengaged to his boss.
áŻáĄŁđ© imagines
⊠tlc | SFW
fluff â rafe hollering at you from the passenger side of his friend's car.
i love you so | SFW
angst â rafe learns you got engaged to someone else.
áŻáĄŁđ© drabbles
⊠headspace | SFW
fluff â established relationship, academic weapon!readerâwhen rafe comforts you regarding your upcoming exam.
⊠proofs | SFW
fluff â established relationship, academic weapon!readerâwhen you need rafe's help to finish a math homework.
⊠mangos | SFW
fluff â established relationship, vietnamese!readerâwhen your spice tolerance is different from your boyfriend's.
⊠white picket fence | SFW
fluff â established relationship, dad!rafe | when your baby daughter wakes rafe up, he goes to comfort her.
áŻáĄŁđ© oneshots
⊠stay the night | NSFW
fluff â fwb to loversâif rafe sees you as a fuck buddy, then you're going to remind him what that truly means.
⊠reality check | request | NSFW
fluff â bsf to loversâwhen rafe gets a buzzcut, it changes how you view your best friend.
⊠finish line | NSFW
older sister maybank!reader, racing rivalsâwhen your little brother has to forfeit a race against rafe, he seeks your help to replace him and win.
⊠dirty air | NSFW
older sister maybank!reader, fuck buddiesâwhen rafe wants you as a booty call, you're going to make him work for it.
⊠te amo | nsfw + fluff
mexican!readerâafter a fight with his father, rafe shows up to your door for comfort.
⊠all for the game | request, sfw + angst
reporter!reader, basketball player!rafeâwhen you get the chance to interview your first athlete, it turns out to be none other than your ex-boyfriend, rafe.
⊠whatever she wants | request, nsfw
bitchy!kook!readerâyou always wanted rafe, and when he finally came to you, you expect nothing but the best experience.
⊠shotgun wedding | nsfw + fluff
maybank!reader, fuck buddiesâwhen rafe suddenly has the idea to get married.
áŻáĄŁđ© series
⊠brother's rival | in progress, nsfw
brother's rival, secret romanceâwhen your brother is determined to steal something important from the king of kooks, rafe is going to return the favor.
01 âą 02 âą 03 âą
⊠play fake | in progress, nsfw + angst
fake datingâwhen rafe needs to secure a girlfriend, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.
01 âą 02 âą 03 âą 04 âą 05 âą 06 âą 07 âą 08 âą 09 âą 10 11 âą 12 âą 13 âą 14 âą 15 âą 16 âą 17 / END
â extras: 3.5 âą 5.5
⊠angry god | sfw + angst
twin flamesâwhen rafe discovers you're more like him than he realizes, he'll do anything to have you.
01 âą 02 âą 03 / END
⊠dead man walking | oneshot (for now), nsfw + angst
mafia boss!rafe, reluctant alliesâwhen a shootout injury is more life-threatening than it appears, you have to save rafe or lose your life.
01 âą
⊠ALL AMERICAN SINNERS | Masterlist | NSFW
coke addict!rafe, sex addict!reader â when two addicts fall in love, what's the worst that could happen?
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Tim vapes.
To his friends, namely the ones at school and not so much in Young Justice, this ainât anything surprising. Itâs popular for his age group and given how he has various roles in life that cause anxiety and his poorly concealed PTSD from being Red Robin, it makes sense heâd turn to something for comfort.
That comfort just happens to be an addiction to the âcancer usbâs his brother Dick once went on a two hour rant about.
Jason once got grounded and forced to watch a PowerPoint video made by Dick and Bruce after he was caught with a cigarette while still Robin. Jason still kept up the bad habits, but he normally turned to a drink or smoke when things were really bad. It was both recreational and a treat that he only had a few times a year, or month in the case of alcohol.
Tim doesnât take breaks unless heâs on patrol.
It started when he was thirteen and was so tired from starting work with Wayne Enterprise and Robin that he didnât give his usual response to his friends offer of a hit.
The passion fruit guava flavour settled easily in his chest, most likely due to how he had a lot of self control with his body. He coughed a storm afterwards but quickly found himself coming back for a hit or two during school breaks.
It only took a month for him to buy his first one after some research. He bought the least damaging one for his body even if he knew that lessening such damage didnât fully remove it.
He started with grape.
Then once that died, he bought sour apple.
Then fairyfloss.
Then strawberry mango.
Then birthday cake, which he genuinely didnât think could be real but alas.
It took almost four years for anyone in his family to notice and by pure luck it was his actual father who would end up dying a few months later. Tim remembers how guilty he felt when he realised his father would no longer be yelling at him for his âfruity fucking stinkâ and that such a thing gave him genuine relief. He shouldnât want his dad to be dead, yetâŠ
It was then Tim realised that maybe he should try slow down his usage, and challenged himself to go a whole hour before a hit, then two and then finally three before he decided that would be enough for a while.
Itâs on a particularly bad patrol when he saw a kid get hurt and wasnât in time to save her from some likely permanent damage that he forwent his rule of vaping in the suit and took several hits while against a wall in his Red Robin attire.
He was just stating to feel the calm fully settle in his bones as his last puff of sour rainbow exited his lunged when he heard a voice just a few feet away.
âHow dare you disgrace the name of Robin with that filth!â
Tim jumps up immediately but no training would prepare him for how quickly Damian comes over and snatches the vape from his hand.
Damian is gone quicker than he can get himself together and he only just managed to shout and run after him with his growing panic.
Tim watches his youngest brother vanish from sight and knows heâs doomed.
When he gets back to the cave a few hours later after trying to hide away from his problems, heâs finished his second vape (star fruit grape) from pure stress.
Heâs met with the entire family sans Jason giving him the most disappointed and concerned look heâs seen since he confessed he lost his spleen and didnât tell anyone.
Damian wonât meet his eye but even then Tim can tell from years of studying his younger that even Damian feels a little guilty for outing him, but as Dick looks close to tears with how upset he is the others resolve clearly strengthens.
Tim doesnât blame him, even if heâs mentally going over all the symptoms of nicotine withdrawal.
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hi can I please make an order of crĂšme caramel, berry trifle, mango sorbet and a spicy upside down cake with a side of lemon water served by Max Verstappen please? Sorry it's a bit long tho...
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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu, i'd love to hear your order! and thank you to everyone who submitted orders! i am working through them!!
crĂšme caramel ("oh. you thought you were getting away from me?" ) + berry trifle ("wrong. try again.") + mango sorbet ("you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?") + spicy upside down cake ( "let's play a game: don't get caught.") + lemon water (university/college au) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!
cw: smut/pwp, university au, bully!max, mean!max, semi-public sex, library sex, fwb gone horrible, dirty talk/degrading language, obsessive!max, oral sex (max receives), choking/deep throating
"where are you going, schat?" max loomed over you like a heavy cloud as he placed his hands on your hips. he held you like he owned you, and in all fairness... sometimes it felt like he did.
you thought the one time you'd try to have a one night stand that everything would go swimmingly. but you picked the wrong man on campus.
graduate student, about three years your senior. with hands like bear paws and about the same strength as one in his grip. and he held you in the middle of the library.
"you just came in and now you're turning around in leaving? surely you had something to do here today. it was close to eight in the evening, the library was next to dead. you remained silent for a moment before he added, "oh. you thought you were getting away from me? is that it, you thought you could leave before i found you?"
you swallowed and lied, "i forgot something."
he chuckled as he leaned in a little closer, "was it your panties? because i found them in my car yesterday. pink with flowers? they kept me busy all of last night when you were ignoring my texts." he held onto you a little tighter, "it's not polite to ignore me, liefje."
the issue was that you wanted a one night stand with someone outside of your little english department. so you ended up with a geography graduate student... however, after that night, max became your shadow.
"what did you do to my panties, max?"
he let go of you and turned you in his arms. he smiled at you, the kind of smile that most at the school would trip over themselves to see. but you could see something else in those blue eyes, "don't worry, i washed them when i was done." then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek.
you pulled back a little, but couldn't go far as he had you basically trapped against him. you could call for help, but the student librarian at the front desk was more occupied with her phone.
max pulled your attention back to him as he said, "why don't we study together? think of it like a date."
you'd never date someone like max. not even as his thumbs tried to push up your t-shirt a little, you managed to get away. you swallowed, you could run and hide. but, max had more eyes on the school than cameras. someone would catch a glimpse of you somewhere on campus and max would find you.
max verstappen was denied very little in his life. and he wasn't going to start of trend of not getting his way.
"so why were you running away, my love?" he asked as he pressed himself up against you. his strong arms were around you middle as he pressed you to him. he smiled was threatening and you felt a cold chill down your spine.
"i told you. i forgot something." you tried to use the last bit of fight in you. but those eyes of his were all knowing.
"wrong. try again." he said before he went in and kissed you on the cheek, "i remember our first night together. you made me feel like nothing else could. you made me feel alive. i hate when you run away from me." he kissed the corner of your lip softly, "now, why don't we study tonight."
you looked up at him. he was a bit taller than you and for sure stronger. the gaze in his eyes warmed up when you nodded, accepting his offer for studying.
see, you knew what max needed. he wanted to be closer to you, he wanted to feel you all over. he even wanted to take you out on dates and make you the center of his world. he was obsessed with you, and you just needed to see that he loved you. but that meant less struggling.
he led you into the back of the library, the furthest part with two chairs in a desk. there was no one else around for a good while. most had left for the evening. which left you alone with max.
"liefje." he said as he sat on the chair and unzipped his fly, "come here." it was a siren's call before he sank his teeth into you. before he ripped you to shreds and drag you under the waves.
you knew what you had to do, you were thankful that the pants you wore were comfy because you knew that one round, even in a semi-public space, wouldn't be enough for max. you knew another pair of your panties would end up in his car.
he watched you lower to your knees and licked his lips, you looked like a doll to him. he said quietly, "let's play a game: don't get caught." before he ran his hands through your hair.
your face was up against his cock and you shuddered a little bit. the size of it was impressive and it made your mouth water a little. this was how he trapped you. the allure of his heavy cock in your face.
with a small whine he pushed your face further against his cock and you had no choice but to take it in your mouth. but few pleasantries were made when he got the tip up against your throat. you whined a little bit, it was almost a whorish noise as you relaxed against his grasp.
mad max, mean max, whatever you wanted to call him. you felt almost at home on your knees in front of him. he was your hook up gone wrong. horribly wrong.
his voice was a curl in your brain and made you shift a little bit on the carpeted ground, "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?" he knew you had to take an extra semester because you failed a course. in a slight fairness it was max's fault, he wouldn't let you go write your final exam. too busy bruising that cunt of yours well into the morning.
even if you tried to write the exam all your brain cells were gone due to how hard hew as fucking you. even now, with his cock in your throat, you felt a loss in most brain activity. no higher thinking while he was choking you on his cock.
you felt amazing around his cock, there were few words to describe how it all felt. he could feel the flutter in his chest as he rammed his cock up against your throat. and when you made a choking noise, he told you to "shut up." before he kept battering his cock up against the back of your throat.
you looked up at him, your eyes looked so innocent as he pressed his cock into your throat as deep as it would go. he still had a lot to teach you about deep throating, but for now he'd take a small pleasure in your choked noises.
"such a pretty girl." he said, "you look so good on your knees. is this how you were passing all your courses? pretty blouses and dick sucking lips." he chuckled lowly as he gripped onto your head further.
you whimpered a little bit as you held onto his strong thighs as you worked yourself onto his cock. you felt the buzz in your head as you continued to move your head.
"this is how i like you. i don't get why you don't understand that. most would kill for a chance to be in your spot. but you get it so easily." he said in a low, harsh tone.
you whined a little bit and arched your back. you felt your body splashed with heat. you trembled a little bit with a certain want. max verstappen knew how to play you like a fiddle. he knew how to take you apart and put all your pieces back together as he liked them.
"such a good girl for me. i'm glad i got a hold of you before you became a slut. now you can't cum on anyone's dick but mine." he said harshly.
in the back corner of the library you gave him head. your brain felt unfocused as he bullied the tip up against your pretty throat. he wanted to bruise it so you couldn't talk for a few days.
"no need to speak words, liefje. not when your boyfriend could do all the talking for you." he said and the words marked on your brain and made your core soaked.
"max." you tried to say with his cock in your mouth.
"shush." he said.
you looked at him once more before his grip on you started to tighten even more. he pushed his cock up against your throat once more, you knew it would be bruised come morning.
you whined and relaxed yourself enough for him to finish down your throat. he groaned and held onto you as he finished in your mouth. you tasted the saltiness down your throat. and your mind went little a blurry for a moment.
when you got your mouth off his cock, you rested your face on his thigh and looked up at him. max was almost sweet when he brushed the side of your face.
"you should be studying how to make me feel good. stupid little thing already knows enough about english." he pinched your cheeks, "be my bride."
you pouted a little, your lips glossed with spit and pre cum, "no, max."
he sighed before he gripped your hair again, "enough thinking. get on the table. i'm not done with you." max knew you inside and out, no other man on campus could compare to him. he'll teach you eventually, that his love was the only one you needed.
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đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: you were once a feared name on the sea--once, but not anymore. your downhill life takes a turn when you decide to rob a pirate ship, and it happens to belong to one of your big brothers.
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : luffy's sister!reader x strawhats
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đđšđ§đđđ§đ: smoking, mysterious backstory ooooo ahhhh, fluff and minimal angst, not enireeeely satisfied with this but its left off kinda open-ended so ill likely return to this scenario later
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Now, the Strawhat Pirates were used to not knowing much about their captainâs past. He has a brother with flame powers? Sure thing. A Marine Vice Admiral for a grandfather? Okay, thatâs fine. Monkey D. Dragon is his father? Whatever, theyâve heard crazier.Â
But really, at this point, they might want to just sit him down and get all of it out in the open.Â
Usopp wandered through a busy marketplace, Luffyâs shirtsleeve in his tight vice. Sanji tailed them as an extra precaution, one eye on his supply list and the other on the ready-to-bolt captain.Â
Luffy huffed indignantly, tugging at Usoppâs grip. âI wanna explore.â
âAnd we want to get out of here in a timely manner,â Usopp quipped back.
And they just might have done just that, if not for the hooded figure running right through Luffy and Usopp, parting their hands. A street vendor shouted curses after them, shaking a fist. âS-Stop! Hey!â
It was no use; the thief was too far away, and the man was too old to have the energy to chase them. He slumped his shoulders and pinched his brow, raising his gaze to find the stares of Luffy, Sanji, and Usopp zeroed in on him. âWhat? You plan on robbinâ the old man too?â
Sanji removed his cigarette from between his teeth with a shake of his head. âSorry. Whatâd they steal? Maybe we can get it back for you?â
The old man shook a dismissive hand, frown deeply set on his face. âAgh. Donât bother. You kids donât get yerself wrapped up with her.â That was all it took for their prying curiosity to close in on him, and suddenly the man was surrounded on all sides. âHey, nowâŠâ
âWho?â Luffy demanded first, head cocked to the side.Â
Lips agape, he shook his head and jabbed a thumb at the wanted poster pinned up to the wall beside his fruit stand. âThatâs her, if youâre so curious. Been robbinâ us blind all month! The marines tried to catch âer, but no one can touch the bitch.â
Usopp rushed over and swiped the poster down, skimming it over with a hum. âDoesnât look too tough. I bet we can take âer.â
The man rolled his eyes. âThatâs what we all said.â
Sanji peeked over the sharpshooterâs shoulder as he let out a puff of smoke. He blinked, cheeks growing warm the longer he gazed at the woman pictured. âSheâs⊠beautiful.â
Usopp squinted at the slightly faded writing scrawled under the picture. âWanted dead orâŠâ He snorted. âNope, thatâs it. Just dead for 40,000,000 berri.â
âLemme see!â Luffy sidled up to Usopp and stared right at the posterâs center, recognition settling in instantly. You looked older, but that wasnât the biggest changeâjoy had returned to your smile, your beaming expression showcasing a side of you he hadnât seen since before Sabo died.Â
An unbridled laugh left him as he took the poster roughly, shoving Usopp aside. âHey! Thatâs my little sister!â
âOh,â Usopp hummed, taking a moment to process before his brows vaulted and he shot Sanji a look. âWHAT?!â
àȘ â âŽ
You slinked through the streets toward the docks, hood hung low over your face, cheshire grin shrouded by shadow. You rolled a slice of mango around your tongue, sighing now that your hunger was satisfied.Â
You wanted to pay the guyâhonest! But being an enemy of the state didnât exactly pay well, and a mercenaryâs gotta eat.Â
Waiting for a donkey cart to roll past, you bolted over to the wooden boardwalk just in front of the port. Nobody paid you any mind, assuming you to be one of the street urchins that made up the local gangs. You only meant to play a small joke on the young sailor youâd grown acquainted with, make his life just a bit more difficult, when your path was halted by the sight of a new ship docked at port.
It was a pretty caravel, a little rough around the edges from weather and climate, with a masthead of a goat peering out at the city. A pirate ship, for certain. A grin itched its way up your face. A pirate ship meant treasure, and there wasnât much in this life you liked more than treasure.Â
Well, there was one thing, but unfortunately, your brothers were scattered across the seaâtwo alive, one not so much. The thought had you stumbling over your own feet, righting yourself swiftly before you headed for the caravel. You mumbled pathetically to yourself, like you had been since you left your home village some years ago. The life of a mercenary is a lonely one.Â
âWonder what theyâve got, huh, Sabo.â Gazing up at the clouds, you grinned. The wind whistled through your hair, and your coping mechanism fell through. Itâd been doing that a lot lately. Sighing out your troubles, you shook out your shoulders and crept up the gangway.Â
A girl stood watch, facing the sea on the other side of the ship. At the helm, a swordsman lay sleeping. Other than that, it was empty. Just a skinny-limbed girl and a lazy warrior. Perfect.
You slipped on board without a sound, living up to your title as The Silent Death. Well, nobody had called you that in a few years, not since you were twelve and stormed Marine Headquarters looking for your grandfather. You hadnât found the Vice Admiral, but you had given them a reason for renovation. You possessed the Terra-Terra Fruit, and the earth rumbled at your command. At least you still held the name Earthshaker.
Your first wanted poster had been a shot of you sailing away, laughing in the face of the destruction. A force of nature, they called you. Hired by pirates, warlords, and royalty to do their less than noble deeds. But that was a long time ago. Now, you were nothing more than a petty thief, loneliness and grief taking its toll after so long repressing it.
But never the matter! After this last loot, youâd have the money to buy back your ship, get off that godforsaken island, and finally restore yourself to your former glory. Then Ace would never call you on your little snail transponder and laugh at your series of failures.
âHey.â You glanced up from where you were crouching behind a barrel, locking eyes with the girl as she blinked surprisedly. Her hand itched toward a weapon at her side.Â
âShit.â You cursed yourself and your inner-monologuing tendencies. âBye!â
You darted up and made for the edge of the ship when a sword whizzed past your faze, narrowly missing your chin. The swordsman rose, alert as ever, two more swords ready at his side. You scoffed, huffing, âWhy do you need three?â
Three⊠Two⊠One.
Eyes widened, you realized you knew that lazy swordsman (whose swords probably overcompensated for something) just as he started to recognize you as well. He jumped down to the deck, approaching warily as the girl came to stand beside him.Â
Roronoa Zoro muttered your name like a curse. âWhatâre you doing here, huh?â
âI could ask you the same thing,â you murmured back, genuinely curious. âWhatâre you doinâ on a pirate ship, pirate hunter?â
âChange in career path,â he snapped. âWe donât appreciate stowaways. Especially not a backwater odd-job dog clinging to her glory days.â
You tsked. âNow, now. I was just having a look around. No harm done.â You swept a bow, flicking your wrist as you searched out the sea floor far down below. âIâll be going now.â
With your head bowed, they didnât catch your growing smirk until it was too late; the oceanic crust spread across the floor, magma exposed to the salty sea at an unnatural speed. The water rocked the ship and all those around, the nearby sailors murmuring worriedly.
âHey, I may be a loser,â you admitted, picking at a cuticle as their glares shifted to concern. âBut Iâm still the Earthshaker, Roronoa. Now, how about some financial compensation for my bruised pride, before I capsize this sorry excuse for a boat.â
The girl scoffed in reply, brows vaulted. âYeah, no thanks. Weâre very attached to our beri.â
âYou are,â Roronoa yelped. âGive her something before we lose the ship!â
Lips pursed, the girl looked ready to either attack you or give up, so you worsened the seaâs uproar just to give her a scare. A relent was on the tip of her tongue when her gaze darted over your shoulder, relief flooding her features. âLuffy!â
The sea floor closed up in an instant, the color leaving your face. âLuffy?â
A body flung into your back, tackling you to the deck. You bit back curses, wriggling free, when that laugh hit the back of your neck. A million repressed memories surfaced like the magma you controlled, and you were suddenly twelve years old, leaving your last brother in the dead of night to set off on an adventure you thought would fix everything.Â
Falling still, you slowly shifted to roll on your back, staring up at the beaming face of Monkey D. Luffy. You pushed up on your elbows, blind to the careful stares of those around, and gulped down some air. âLuffy?â
He chuckled gently, murmuring your name in turn, and you lurched forward to wring your arms around his neck. A tiny piece of your heart was put back in place (only a third of it, and you figured it would only be whole when you died and rejoined the brother lost).Â
Leaving home so young was a shitty miscalculation on your part. Youâd fled Dawn Island some time after Ace, and some time before Luffy. Your not-so-big-more-like-twin brother always said youâd set out together, that one day he would be Pirate King and you would all be happy. But you left without ever saying goodbye, joined up with a crew of mercenaries, ate a devil fruit, and searched out Grandpa Garp for some answers about where you came from. And years passed and you could never admit your mistakeânot until you spotted Luffyâs smiling face in the wanted poster he always thought you would share.Â
You leaned back and caught his eye, scurrying to sit on your knees. You wiped at your eyes as embarrassing tears started to well up. âI⊠I dunnoâŠâ
He knocked his head against yours, eliciting a sharp ow! from you. Luffy grinned cheekily as you nursed your temples. âYou owe me an apology. So you can start there.â
And the fire sprang up in your throat all over again. Pathetic, you choked it all down with a nod. âIâm sorry. I donât know what I was thinking. With S-Sabo gone and Ace gone⊠I thought for sure youâd be gone too soon enough⊠so I left you before you could leave me.â
You looked away sheepishly, rubbing at your arms. Luffy just flicked the side of your head and offer you the same bright expression he always did; it was the expression that gave you hope your life wasnât totally screwed over, not yet anyways. âItâs okayâSâ long as you know it was stupid.â
You rolled your eyes and stood as he did the same. His hand never strayed far from your shoulder, holding you there like you might bolt away. Luffy gave a laugh and turned to face his friends, and only then did you remember you werenât alone. You pivoted to face them all, locking eyes with a less-than-pleased Zoro.
âWhatâd going on, Luffy?â Zoro grunted, and if possible Luffyâs smile grew.
He took both your shoulders and shook you a little. âThis is my little sister!â
You scoffed. âLittle my ass! Weâre the same age!â
Luffy held up his palm to his own height, then dipped it down to around your collarbone. âBut you were always little-er, and Ace got to call you little!â
âBecause heâs older than me!â
âWait,â Zoro butted in just as you prepped to launch yourself at Luffy. âSister? You never mentioned a sister.â
Luffy nocked his head to the side, lips pursed. âI didnât?â
âNo.â
âHuh.â He laughed it off. âBut this is great! We saw Ace a while back in Alabasta, yâknow.â
Nodding, you twined your hands behind your back and rocked on your heels. âYeah, I caught âim a few months ago.â
The reunion met a halt when Luffy asked, âWhatâre you doing here, anyway?â
Nami jutted out a hip and settled you with a look. âShe threatened to take down the Merry if we didnât hand over our beri.â
Luffyâs brows vaulted, lips a thin line as he turned to you. You chuckled awkwardly. âThat is something I did, yes.â
But that wasnât what occupied him. âHow did you nearly sink the ship?â
âOh.â You swirled your palms, gathering the granules of rock and dirt scattered around the deck and collecting it all in a tiny twister. âI got the Terra-Terra Fruit a few years ago.â
His eyes brighetend like stars. âThatâs so cool!â
Usopp faced Sanji with a slack jaw. âWhat is it with their family and devil fruits?â
âHello?â Nami waved a hand between you and Luffy. âShe tried to rob us, Luffy.â
You inched away from her with a small smile. âSorry about that. Desperate times, yeah?â
Despite the frowns set on everyoneâs faces, you had a good feeling you would win them all over. You were just too charming, after all. Casting a look around, a familiar ache gnawed at your stomach. âUhm, have you got any food?â
àȘ â âŽ
The crew quickly decided that Ace was their favorite of the family.Â
While Ace was polite, generous, and charming, you and Luffy were cut from the very same cloth. Messy and loud, the only difference was that you were slightly more aware of your surroundings than your brother.
âYeah, she and Luffy were always tied at the hip,â said Ace, his voice crackling to life from the transponder snail Sanji pulled out one late night. âJust⊠donât be too harsh on her. Sheâs had a rough few months.â
Sanji had no clue what that meant, but he almost wanted to find out, not just because youâre pretty. A shadowy look always eclipsed your face, no matter how big your smile got. Over the few weeks youâd spent on the Going Merry, Sanji tried to get to know your story, but you never answered more than a few sentences before disappearing the whole afternoon.
âYou knew her from before,â he said to Zoro one morning, stopping the swordsman as they traded spots for the night watch. âDo you know anything?â
Zoro adjusted his swords at his hip, chewing at his cheek. âAll I know is a couple years ago, she was one of the most wanted mercenaries on the East Blue. Now, sheâs a shadow of that person on the Grand Line. Isnât that just what this place does?â
âMaybeâŠâ But Sanji knew better. Maybe he was so concerned because he knew that sometimes, on days darker and gloomier than the rest, he had that same look in his eye. So he caught you one night watch when you had no choice but to lean against the ship rail and deal with his company.
He took a long drag from a cigarette, preparing what heâd say, when you nudged him and reached out to take the smoke from him. Sanji scoffed a laugh as he handed it off, watching you inhale deep and expel it in a puff, your eyes heavy. âWanna talk about it?â
âAbout what?â You took another drag.
âWhatever it is you thought of.â
From the way your face darkened, Sanji thought you might stub the cig on the deck and leave him there to take your watch, but you only stood there, head hung between your shoulders. You gave him back his smoke hesitantly.Â
âFor the longest time,â you sighed, âI wanted so badly to know where I come from.â Sanji tilted his head in unspoken question. âMe and Luffy arenât reallys siblings. Weâre adopted, I guess.â
âAh.â That made all your similarities a little more uncanny, but it made sense. You didnât really look like Luffy anyway. âAnd⊠you found out?â
You nodded shortly, picking at a splinter in the rail. âNot to long ago. I always imagined that my parents loved me, and that we got separated by some tragedy that left me on Dawn Island.â Your voice broke off hollowly. âBut thatâs not it at all.â
He didnât say anything when you started crying, and he didnât ask what exactly plagued your past. Sanji just⊠stood there, offered you a cloth from his pocket, and waited till you compeod yourself to give you his cigarette.Â
âThank you,â you whispered as the sun peeked up over the sea.Â
âNo need. Iâm here if you want to talk. All of us are, really.â
You doubted that, but you sent him a smile and descended to the girlâs cabin for some sleep. Nami and Robin remained sleeping softly as you slipped into bed, staring up at the ceiling wide awake. Your slammed the heels of your palms to your eyes, silently screaming into the air.Â
âWhy,â you hissed. âWhy did I cry?â
Sheets rustled across the room, and suddenly Robinâs eyes glinted at you. âYou were crying?â
âWhoâs crying?â Nami yawned as she pushed up on her elbows.
You just about buried yourself in your blanket and suffocated yourself, face warming over. âNo one! Go to sleep.â
âCanât,â Nami snapped back. âYou practicality stomped in here. Iâm thoroughly awake.â
âSame here.â Robin and Nami shifted to face you from their beds, sleepy eyes hooded as they gazed upon you. âWhatâs the matter?â
You sat quiet as a mouse, eyes wide and caught, until you flopped over on your side and pulled your blanket up to your chin. âSorry I woke you.â
The two Strawhats locked eyes, brows equally raised. Theyâd been conspiring to figure you out ever since you joined their adventures, and this certainly added fuel to their investigative fire. Because as much as you laughed and played and made messes everywhere you went, a great shadow lurked behind youâand everyone could see it.
Like a lingering ghost of a past youâd rather forget, something haunted followed your every move. From the way you cast glances over your shoulder at every port to how you fell into frightening silence at certain points in conversation, the entire Strawhat Crew felt the way darkness pulled at you.
And they would find out whyâWhether you liked it or not, they would find a way to help you.
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i'll be home - s. gojo
part two of my âlast christmasâ series
synopsis: after last christmas & the divorce, your new single life was filled with chaos with satoru no longer there. through the year, you hadn't even thought about the holiday that your ex-husband brought so much magic to. once you're reminded of the holidays, you have no idea what you're going to do. satoru, on the other hand, already has his plans set.
warnings: angst & divorce, a lot of backstory that i rushed into 1k words, gojo is a bad ex husband and father in this, sorry not sorry!, also reader may come of as a wittle bit selfish :3. 18+ mdni pls!
to you, from pepper: ngl i have no idea what i'm going to do for this LMAO, i got a mango vape today
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your and satoruâs divorce happened in february, a month and some days after last christmas.
there was one main reason you leftâhe was never there. he left the day after december 25th, for a business trip he didnât return from until january was almost over. satoru had vanished like it was nothing to him, despite your warning signs and the constant fights you had. he was simply never around, to the point of making you leave.
that never stopped satoru from loving you.
to him, you were always going to be the end-all-be-all to his love. it didnât matter if you left him, if you never talked to him againâhe was going to find his way back to you. fortunately for satoru, though, your child gave him the ability to see youâonly when he showed up, of course. Â
it was downright aggravating to you, the way satoru would show up out of the blue, back from yet another business trip, with gifts and hugs all around for you and your boy, just as he did when you were married. in those moments, you deeply wished that things couldâve been like that constantly, with you and satoru and ren all being one happy family.
then heâd leave again, for months, extinguishing the spark of hope you had.
but you learned to pick yourselfâand your sonâback up over time. it was never easy, but the lifestyle satoru continued to provide after your split gave a cushion to the madness he ensued.
as the time in your divorced life rolled on, renâs sixth birthday passed. satoru had only showed up for two days in a row, once on renâs birthday, then the day after. he did not show up for renâs first day of first grade, he did not show up for the entire month of september, and he didnât even show up for halloween. luckily, your son wasnât effected all too much it seemedâsatoru called on all those daysâbut the lack of your ex-husband not there physically left a sting in your heart.
the day after halloween, satoru called you.
âhey âtoru, give me one second, ren is in his room.â
âhi baby,â satoru spoke, his heart fluttering at the nickname you still used when you werenât mad at him. too caught up in his own mind, he almost let you get to the top of the stairs before he caught your attention. âactually, uhâi want to talk to you.â
âoh,â you stopped dead in your tracks, âabout what? iâm cooking.â
âum,â gulp, âchristmas.â
âchristmas? oh shit, christmas!â were your exact thoughts upon being reminded of the holiday. with all the chaos of ren growing up and going to school, you genuinely had no idea what you were going to do for christmas. it was merely a passing thought to you throughout the year.
âuhmâŠwhat about it?â you asked, slowly turning around to walk back down the stairs.
âare you guys going to come stay with me?â satoru said, in more of a suggestive way, asking you to stay with him.
your eyebrows furrowed on the other end of the line as you trailed into the kitchen, resting the phone between your shoulder and ear as you went back to cooking. satoruâs question made you think for a moment, not about staying with him, but rather why would he ask you that?
rejecting him hurt your heart.
âi donât think so, satoruâŠâ you mumbled, just barely audible to your ex-husband. though your words werenât put in that way, you tried to let him down slowly, âwill you even be here this year?â
âiâll be home,â he responded quickly, cutting off any thoughts you mightâve had that he wouldnât be there. a thick silence followed his response, your lips pursed as you thought about what you were going to doâbut you really had no idea.
âiâll figure it out, okay? i gotta go, bye,â you rushed, trying your best to cut the conversation before it got any tenser.
âwaitâ,â click.
the following month of november was filled with those kinds of uncomfortable conversations with satoru. thanks to his little reminder, though, you began to correlate things for ren to give him a good christmas. a new tree, gifts that piled up all the way to the top of your closet, and decorations he would love. still, despite you constantly telling satoru you had it handled, he never stopped asking about what you were going to do with him.
in satoruâs head, christmas had to be celebrated with you, your child, and no one else. but in your mind, you werenât sure if it was safe. not only for ren, but for yourself, too. what would happen if you did celebrate with him? you figured heâd up and leave again, just like the previous year.
however, satoru is one annoying ass bastard. he set out to do two things for the holidaysâgive his son a good christmas and win you back.
because, despite your pushing him away, and telling him you had it handled, satoru was still totally, pathetically in love with his ex-wife. and you knew just as well as him that he wouldnât stop trying until he got what he wanted. so the phone calls continued.
âso can i stay with you guys?â
âno, satoru.â
âcan he stay here?â
âiâll think about it.â
âso if heâs staying, do you want to stay too?â
by the end of november, you were exhausted with satoru and christmas, without december even arriving. hurt, too. it hurt you to have to turn satoru down, but you thought that it was better that way. maybe it was for a while, but it weighed on you knowing that by doing that, you were hurting not only your ex-husband, but ren, tooâand even yourself.
wanting nothing more than to have a happy christmas, and continue that into the future, you decided that you werenât going to let satoru join you until you had given ren everything he wanted.
until, a few days into december, you got a knock on your door.
âwhat the hell?â you mumbled to yourself, turning the water off to the sink where you were washing dishes. it was right after midnight, ren was asleep, and as far as you knew, satoru was in another country for business.
stomping tiredly over to the door, you grumbled and groveled and unlocked the latch, swinging it open with an unsatisfied look on your faceâbut when you saw him, your eyes widened, heart began beating faster, and that stupid hot feeling came over your cheeks.
âsatoru?â
everything rushed back into youâall the love and warmth your ex-husband had always brought you crashed into your heart in an instant. you hated how you could never run away from the feeling he gave you.
âhey, baby.â
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chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).
basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!
knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.
no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.
of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.
i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!
ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!
you are evil. like a hobbit.
WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?
i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.
AHEM!! fill my cup.
may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.
i will avenge you mister van gogh.
call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.
you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.
go ahead and put the ranch away.
sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.
forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.
you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.
you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.
her coupon game was so fucking raw.
i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.
you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.
hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?
it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.
no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.
and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.
hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!
why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.
new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.
this is grindr my guy.
wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.
it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.
vanilla vodka... you fucking child.
without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.
you are fucking alive. do what you want.
why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.
i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.
you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.
see, i am not a kangaroo.
well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.
rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.
when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?
i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.
map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?
you bald-headed demon...
so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.
remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.
i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!
you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.
he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.
i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!
maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.
it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.
let's leave my mother out of this.
jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.
i run for LUMP!
oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!
you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.
what is this enticing bowl of white?
serious question, do his nipples sparkle?
what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?
if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!
i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.
that was poetry at its FINEST.
and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!
may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.
that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.
you have attachment issues. please fix it.
remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.
the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.
i don't like the cobra chicken.
i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.
so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.
god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.
it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.
i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.
if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.
how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?
if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.
you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.
look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.
it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.
i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.
if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.
that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.
people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!
the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.
someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.
if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.
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A Theory about King:
In AVA Ep.10 âThe Ultimate weaponâ, when we see King pushing Purple away from the Minecraft staff, we all thought King betrayed Purple because after fulfilling his mission Purple was no longer useful to King.
But what if King did not mean this way?
What if he was actually trying to protect Purple?
We all know that King was attempting to destroy Minecraft with his staff to avenge his dead son, but since he was physically in Minecraft himself, he would die together with the world as well. We see no attempt of him trying to escape Minecraft after creating a huge black hole in the sky using his staff, and he has plenty of time to do so. Given his distraught mental state after his sonâs death, itâs reasonable to speculate that King was suicidalââhe wanted to take down Minecraft with him before reuniting with his son.
Based on this assumption, pushing away Purple was an attempt to protect the kid: he wanted Purple to stay away from him, leave him and leave Minecraft, so that the kid wouldnât die along with him. Also, Purple got up right after he was struck into the ground and he was perfectly fine, so King likely didnât mean any harm to the kid.
Similarly here, maybe King was actually hoping Purple could be captured by Green and Yellow so that Purple could be with these kids outside Minecraft, safely, when his end comes.
Now, Iâm not trying to justify Kingâs actions towards Purple, he did manipulate, deceive, threaten Purple and actively tried to kill the kid later on. But I think that even when he was being a huge jerk, he did genuinely care about Purple, though he probably didnât realise it himself. He cared about Purple even before he saw the resemblance to his own son in the kid.
Some people purposely ignore their own well being when grieving because they think that they didnât deserve to be happy without their deceased loved ones. Similarly, King treated Purple harshly because he didnât want to get himself attached to the kid, he thought it would be unfair to his son if he moved on.
After Ep.30, Mango finally allowed himself to live again, and be happy, for Purple.
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alright it's time! without further ado i present to you, the premise of the timkon and clois mermay fic i probably won't write.
in a world where mers are known to exist but are extremely rare - hunted to near-extinction in the past, perhaps, and mostly very reclusive - cadmus labs manage to get a tissue sample from a mer sighted in the sea nearby, although he evades capture and is never observed in the area again. it's enough for them to make a few attempts at cloning - the first twelve are unsuccessful, but the thirteenth... the thirteenth grows beautifully.
tim drake is an intern working directly under lois lane at the daily planet. he's only recently started his job, but he's great at it and he's thriving, and he really likes lois. her husband is nice, too, even if he privately thinks the man kind of lacks personality - he's just not as much of a go-getter as lois. his columns are great reads, though. tim just thinks lois's are better.
as usual, clark kent has a secret. a sea-cret, in this case - he came from the ocean. he was a little baby mer, tacky with the blood of his dead parents, who washed up ashore by the lighthouse the kent family has kept for ages. of course they took him in and raised him as their own, as best they could. he disappeared to sea again for a while when he met lori lemaris. though their romance didn't pan out in the end, they parted as friends, and she gave him a gift: a magic spell to let him transform into a human while on land, to have legs, but to always return to his true form in the water.
lois lane, of course, knows her husband's secret. lois lane would do anything to protect her husband and his secret. she nearly lost him once, a few years ago, when he tried to go for a swim to meet his old friend lori but was nearly caught by hunters. he escaped, but was injured; his tail still bears the scar. she still has the occasional nightmare about finding him on the docks, bleeding, mourning.
the thirteenth experiment - the cloned mer - escapes.
he doesn't know where to go - he doesn't have anywhere else to go - but he's never been in the open ocean before, with no tanks or barriers or nets to hold him back, and he revels in it. he's free! he has so much space to swim, he can leap from the water and twirl in the air! there are so many stars in the night sky, and the sun on the rocks is so warm and nice, and there are so many new kinds of fish he's never eaten...
...but mers are social creatures, and he's lonely. so he starts sneaking back towards the shore of the city he escaped from. he knows it's dangerous, but he just wants to see people. he's never met another mer. he hides near the docks, he swims by the beaches, he explores the marinas. he observes. he sneaks a little closer and closer day by day, growing braver with every venture that doesn't get him caught.
tim drake is eating a leisurely lunch by the waterside one day when he notices a creature in the water, staring at him.
"uuhhhh," he says. "hi?"
the creature ducks back into the water with barely a ripple and vanishes. but he's back, a minute or two later, and staring at tim's lunch. "...what's that?" he asks.
"this?" tim looks down. "this is some sliced mango. do you want some?"
he tosses a piece into the water. the thirteenth experiment takes a tentative bite. tim witnesses a being experience true bliss for the first time in its life, in real time. the next thing he knows, he's promised to come back tomorrow with more land fruits for the mer to try - and he's promised not to tell anyone. and there's a little thought in the back of his mind telling him that he really needs to look into any facilities in the area that might have the capacity to house a secret captive mer.
clark kent hears rumors that some people are claiming to have seen a young mer in the area recently. of course he has to investigate. of course he finds the thirteenth clone, swimming around the mouth of the river and playing in the currents. of course he looks into his face - his own face, years younger - and knows, deep in his bones, what has happened. of course he calls him family. gives him a name. offers him his home, as well, but kon-el declines; he's too in love with the ocean to want to abandon it to hide on land just yet.
clark is a master of keeping secrets. never from lois, but from the rest of the world? always. he tells lois about the boy in the water, about the facility that created him, about the scientists who kept him from the sea. lois swears that she'll stand by him no matter what, and that they'll do whatever they can to make sure this kid is safe.
what follows is a series of more and more ridiculous scenarios as tim and lois both attempt to keep the mer secret from each other, unaware that the other knows about kon because they both believe they can't tell anyone about kon for kon's own safety. kon, unaware that tim and kal-el's wife know each other either, is just having the time of his life swimming around and stealing bits and pieces of tim's lunch.
of course, the peace can't last. cadmus hears the rumors, too, and they want their prize back. early one morning, tim and lois see reports of a flotilla of strange, private fishing boats with unusual equipment and no markings, and they both know what that means.
kon is being hunted.
tim scrambles to get to their usual meeting spot, to tell kon to get away, to hide, but kon never comes. hours pass. the sun sinks below the horizon; the moon glimmers on the water. sick with worry, tim finally has to retreat. they must have found him already, he thinks. he has to find a way to get him back. he has some leads, about facilities that could actually hold a mer, and about those boats. he'll follow up on them. he will find kon.
(what tim doesn't know is that clark moves fast. clark knows all about being hunted. kon is safe, luxuriating in a bath bomb in clark and lois's apartment. he's got clark's laptop on a plank across the tub, and he's watching wendy the werewolf stalker with rapt attention. clark has gotten him some sushi. he's having a great time.)
lois, however, isn't home. lois followed one of those suspicious boats back to its dock, and lois is going to get some answers.
what follows: tim and lois both break into cadmus marine research labs and proceed to do a spiderman pointing meme at each other over a computer full of records about the mer-cloning experiments.
what follows: lois is so proud of tim. he's breaking and entering and getting to the truth without her lead at all! he's doing so good! good job tim!
what follows: lois puts tim in her purse and brings him home with her like a little dog.
clark, upon seeing tim with lois, is initially like ?!?!!?! why did you bring him here when you know kon is here?!?!? but then kon sticks his head out of the bathroom and goes "tim!!!!!" and clark is like. wait. you... the human friend you mentioned is tim???? and kon is like. you know him???? my mango dealer????
and then the falling action. lois spearheads cadmus getting shut down, and kon gets to splash around without fear. he gets clark to come splash around with him too. and he kisses tim :)
#rimi writes#the epilogue is that clark contacts lori lemaris about that magic stuff#and kon also gets the leg option spell#so he marches into the planet one day with IMMENSE delight and only a little wobbliness. sticks his leg out across tim's lap. TIM!!! LOOK!!#and tim is just so shocked he falls out of his chair#y-you--you--your--you--LEGS????!?!?!?#jimmy (thinking tim is in shock because his boyfriend is wearing short shorts) cracks up laughing#timkon#clois#tim#kon#the sushi and the goldfish jokes didnt even make it in. and this is already so fucking long#long post
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Hi guys!
Sooo this is a request from @holly-wallis and honestly it's massive. Like more than 14K words. It took me forever to do it, that's why I haven't post as much as before those last days/weeks.
I really hope that you will enjoy it. I proofread it two times but it's so big that I might have forgot some faults.
TW : Angst, Jealousy, Break up, One-side love, Game lost, mention of Covid. Reader is Leah Williamson's sister.
Gif credit for Caitlinâs one at @teenwolf-theoriginals
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You were an accident. Not really wanted at first, you were born 354 days after Leah, the 18 March 1998. Your parents werenât ready to have a second child so early after the birth of their first daughter, but you never felt anything but love from them. People joke sometimes that they used the same recipe for Leah and for you. Itâs true that you look a lot like her physically and for the character you have definitively some similar points too. You both are determined, loyal, funny, and very close of your family. But the person you are the closest is definitively Leah.
3 years after you, your brother Jacob is born. You like to joke about it and saying that they finally werenât to traumatize by you more than that. Jacob is your brother, and you love him very much, but your relationship is different from the one with Leah. You like having time with him, but with him being away in Australia now, itâs a little bit harder.
Oh, and like Leah and your mother youâre an Arsenal fan, obviously.
You started football together, but you played the goalkeeper, letting Leah practicing striking and dribbling. You werenât bad to be honest, but they was to many competition to be a goalkeeper and you decided during your teenager period to go for study instead of football.
You were great in it honestly; Leah sometimes asked you to do her homework when she came back too late from training. Youâll do it with pleasure, happy to help your big sister who paid you generously in candy. Or dried mango, your great passion.
On day after Leah turned 17, she made her big debut with Arsenal senior team. You were so proud of her, cheering her from the stand with all your family. It was very different of what it is now, but you already knew that she would make something amazing in football. And how much were you right.
It was at this period that Leah and you talked about a company that you could make together. Leah was studying accounting in case of her career wasnât successful and you were very interested in marketing, publicity and human relations.
The Williamson Holding Corporation was founded in summer 2016, when you finished your tuition. You learned several languages (French, Spanish and Mandarin) during your free time and thanks to Leah and your parentâs financial help, you were able to start this adventure. Your company always were able to have a good profit every year. You were able to repay your parents already and Leah always refused, so you made her a founder, just like you.
Through the years, your company get a sponsorship with Arsenal and in particular Arsenal Women, obviously. Along the years, you managed to travel a lot to make your company known in other countries and find other financials, but you always managed to come back to see Leah play. You never missed one of her games, as crazy at it sound.
February 2020 â When you properly met Caitlin for the first time.
âY/N! Sorry, can I borrow my sister for one second?â
Leah doesnât wait for the answer to your interlocutor and takes your arm to drag you somewhere else. You let her though, secretly happy to have to finish this uninterested discussion with that weird man. You note mentally to be sure not to invite him to the next gala.
âWhereâs the dead body?â you ask your sister who rolls her eyes.
âDonât joke about it, weâll get catch by Covid otherwise.â
You roll your eyes yourself, but donât say anything. You just wait to your sister to stop at some time, for what she almost kidnapped you. You end up right in front of Caitlin Foord, the new signing for Arsenal. You already saw her to the games, you smirked when you caught her looking at you two time before realizing that you werenât Leah, the first time she saw you. To her point, you were wearing Leahâs jersey.
âCait, my sister. Sis, this is Caitlin.â Leah introduces you, before leaving you both to catch someone else.
âUh, hello?â Caitlin mumbles with surprise, apparently not advertise that Leah were going to introduce you both.
âHiâ you giggle. âNice to be properly introduced to you. Please excuse my sister, she isnât the one who studied human relations.â
Your giggles and your joke help Caitlin to relax and youâre happy to see her smiling too.
âI can see thatâ Caitlin answers with her Australian accent.
You had a small talk with her about Australia, a country where you never been for now. You really looked to it though, and not only to have the opportunity to make your company bigger. Jacob and you always talked about going there for holidays. And after talking to Caitlin, you will definitively go to the east part of the country.
You were joined by Katie McCabe and the three of you started talking for a long time after that. Caitlin asked you several questions about your company and seems surprised to learn the amount of work you are putting in it.
âSheâs a naturalâ Katie smirks âEveryone comes eat in her hand, she can make people do whatever she wants.â
You smirk back, raising an eyebrow while crossing your arms on your chest at the same time.
âNot everything with everyone.â
Katie doesnât have the time to answer anyway, because Leah is back with her Williamsonâs frown.
âNo flirting with my teammates Y/N!â
âI wasnât! I wouldnât have any problem with Irish mafia.â you answer, thinking about Katieâs girlfriend.
You raise both of your hands to prove your innocence. Katie and you arenât really flirting, it was more for fun and for joking with each other. Katie laughs while Leah hums for any answer and changed the subject just after that, training you, Katie and Caitlin in the discussion.
The night went great, and you are happy to be able to have some time with Leahâs teammates who are also your friends, especially the ones who are in the team since a long time. You get along pretty well with Caitlin too, who would accept really quickly to at least make a photoshoot and a sponsoring for your company. Unfortunately there is suddenly the lockdown and you werenât able to do it before that.
October 2020 â The shooting
âHi Y/N!â
You smile to the employee who greats you when you enter the building where the photoshoot for Caitlin was attending. Being at every single one is something you do every time, so your employees arenât surprised to see you coming. You great them back, asking around if everything is fine with everyone. It seems to be, so you go to find Caitlin.
The Australian girl is just coming out of the room where she changed her clothes and find herself right in front of you.
âOh hi! I didnât know you will come.â
âI like to be here for this kind of thingsâ you answer with a smile. âHow are you?â
âIâm fine thank youâ she smiles back.
âY/N are you ok if we start?â the photographer asks.
âOf course. Iâm going to sit here.â
You look at your phone on the way, answering a message from one of your managers before sitting on a chair some meters away from the different cameras. Caitlin doesnât seem to be at ease at first, but soon she finds her way. You have a perfect and entirely trust in your team, but you have already red too much time how people can make other bad with their comportment, and you clearly donât want that in your company. Thatâs why you donât have a lot of employees too. That and the fact that you love have the control on everything.
After several shots, the photographer decides to make a break and you come over to see what the pictures look like. They are great to be honest.
âI really love this oneâ you smile, pointing one of the pictures.
Caitlinâs blue eyes are really showing in it. You havenât realized how blue they are since now to be honest. You then raise your gaze on the girl, just to cross the same blue.
âI think this is my favorite too.â
You hum, before congratulating the photographer for her job. Itâs the first time she does it for you, but you will certainly ask her to work for you again. Sheâs young, like you, and you like the idea to help young people to start in their life. Provided they deserve it, of course.
They take other pictures after that, and you choose five of them to post on the social media.
âDo you want to go to eat something?â you ask Caitlin when everything is finished.
You donât always have the time to do it with everyone, but when you can, you do it. Like you said before, almost every girl in Arsenal is your friend. You know some of them more, like Jen Beattie, Katie McCabe, or Lia WĂ€lti who are the closest to Leah to be honest. But you like all of them. You didnât have the time to meet Steph Catley for now though. It probably will be coming soon.
Caitlin accepted your offer, and you take her to one of your favorite restaurants.
âI didnât expect to eat at Nandoâs to be honestâ Caitlin smiles after you sat at your table.
âOhâ you answer, looking up from the menu you know by heart. âWe can go somewhere else if you want, I thought â â
âNo, itâs perfect here. I like it. I used to go there with my Mum and my sister a lot back in Australia.â
You smile softly, relaxing a little bit. People seems to forget sometimes that you are still a young woman who can enjoy eating burger or fries with her fingers.
âHow are you settling in London?â you ask after the waiter came to take your command.
âGood, actually. The rain is something else, but the girls are great.â
âI heard you especially like the Swiss partâ you smirk.
You laugh when Caitlin blushes. Leah told you about Lia and Caitlin relationship several weeks ago, when they start to date officially. You donât have to tell Caitlin how you know it though; the girl understands it really quickly.
âLeah talks too muchâ she smiles nevertheless. âWhat about you? Are you seeing someone?â
âNot for nowâ you shake your head, adding when you see Caitlinâs questioning look. âI mean I had some dates slash fling with someone but itâs hard to be in a relationship while working so much. Girls seems to have a hard time understanding I will pass my family and my job before something else. I can understand though, so itâs better for me to be single for now.â
âI didnât know you were into girls too. You really are Leahâs copy.â
âMaybeâ you smile.
Your sister is your favorite person ever. You will never be upset to be compared to her. In your eyes, sheâs the most amazing person in the world.
âI am lucky to be able to see her so much. I wonât be able to deal with it as good as you do.â
âItâs very hard sometimes. Because of the lockdown and all I wasnât able to go back to Australia. I havenât seen them for almost a year nowâŠâ
You wince at the sadness suddenly present in Caitlinâs eyes, regretting to have point this. You are interrupted by the waiter and your meal coming for you, but you excuse yourself anyway.
âIâm sorry to bring it up. I didnât mean to upset you.â
âI know, donât worryâ Caitlin smiles softly. âI will see them soon now.â
You look into Caitlinâs eyes for some more seconds to be sure that sheâs saying the truth, before nodding slowly. She seems to be honest, and you are really relieved. Starting a friendship like this would have been the worst way. You finally smile back and report your attention on your plate just after Caitlin did.
The following of the conversation is a little easier, talking about Arsenal helps a lot. You talk to Caitlin about all the little things she maybe didnât know for now and learn a lot of things about her and her past. She talked to you about her childhood and the financial difficulties her mother had, raising two children as a single mom. That makes you realize one more time how lucky you are to be where you are now. This kind of stories remember you about it and itâs never enough in your opinion.
October 2021 â The surprise
Unlike Caitlin was hopping, she wasnât able to see her family as much as she wanted. She went in Switzerland with Lia though and told you that it was a very great time. You thought about her sometimes, remembering the trouble her eyes did to you, but you erased this kind of thoughts very quickly. Caitlin was in a happy relationship and there is no way you even look at a no-single lady.
You managed to build a friendship with her though and you sometimes went out with her, Lia, and Leah. You had a great time every time and you decided that it was perfect for you like this.
Caitlin opened herself to you about missing her family, but the tickets to come in London from Australia were expensive and you know that she doesnât mean it like that, but you donât think twice before contacting Caitlinâs sister and offering to them the tickets. They refuse at first, but you managed to find the good words. And, not for the situation being strange, you included Lia in the surprise.
After all, Caitlin was your friend and Lia was her girlfriend.
The Swiss woman went to the airport to take Jamie and her mother back to Caitlin home. Leah asked the team to put some interview or media things for Caitlin at the right time, to let you and her decorate Caitlinâs house with the most too much decoration ever. There is a banner writing âSurpriseâ on it, yellow and green balloons, an Australian flag, and you even managed to find a kangaroo balloon who is floating around the living room.
âThatâs so kitsch. I love itâ Leah smirks.
You giggle while looking around. You have to admit that you made a great job together. Two seconds after, Lia and the two Foord were coming inside the house. After some greetings and hugs, they looked at the decoration and approve it too.
âSo, I guess this is our time to leave.â Leah says while looking at you.
You nod and prepare yourself to take your things to leave. It was without counting on Caitlinâs mother opinion.
âWhat do you mean youâre leaving?â Simone asks with her Australian accent. âYou helped to do that; youâre definitively staying.â
âBut â â you start.
âNo but.â
You see Jamie, Caitlinâs sister, rolling her eyes at her mother antics, but you donât have time to say something else because Lia comes, running from the entrance where she was looking outside.
âSheâs here! Hide!â
After a moment of panic, Jamie and Simone hide behind the couch while Leah and you went to the kitchen. Two seconds later, the door is open.
âLia? Youâre home?â Caitlin asks.
âIn the living room, Love.â
You hear the characteristic sound of keys dropping on a wood furniture and Caitlin walking to the living room. You canât help but peek in the room, Leah doing exactly the same thing a second after, her head above yours.
âSurprise!â
Caitlin probably had a heart attack, but you canât help but smile seeing her face. Lia is doing the same thing while Jamie and Simone went to hug the shocked girl. You smirk seeing Leah getting emotional, whatâs coast you a slap on the head. You send her the Williamsonâs glare, but she doesnât seem to be impress by at for a single second. Which probably make sense.
After some tears and explications, Leah proposed to serve the Champagne she choose to celebrate the reunion. Your sister and you try to escape one more time to let the Foord in family, but Simone doesnât let you one more time.
Itâs a little bit later that you find yourself alone with Caitlin, while you were looking for something alcohol free to drink.
âLia told me what you did. I donât have the words to thank you enough.â
Of course, Lia isnât the kind of girl to take credits for something she hasnât done. You smile and shrug at Caitlin.
âYou donât have to. I was happy to do that for you.â
Caitlin bites her lip and looks in your eyes.
âYou know, when I mention that the tickets were expensiveâŠâ
âI know you werenât saying it for me to do that, Cait. I wouldnât have done it otherwise.â
âOk.â
You smile again and were ready to go back to the living room, but Caitlin surprises you by giving you a hug. You werenât expecting it to be honest, but itâs still pleasant. You hug her back, tightening her briefly against you.
âThank youâ she mumbles.
âYouâre welcome.â
Spring 2022 â The Breakup
âCaitlin and Lia broke upâ
âWhat?â
You stop your movement, your chopsticks between your mouth and your plate. You were having dinner with Leah in her house, like every Monday when you are in London. Leah snorts when the noodles fall back in your plate, making some sauce splash your shirt, but thatâs not what you are concentrating on.
âWhat do you mean they broke up?â
Leah shrug et finish her chicken before answering you.
âIt happened this weekend, Lia called me Sunday evening.â
âWhat happened?â
You were shocked. Lia and Caitlin seem to get along very well the last time you saw them.
âNothing much. Lia said they just went apart and that her relationship was more comfortable than passionate now.â
âSo, theyâre ok?â
âI donât really know for Caitlin. But Lia was still very upset about it. They are still friends and care for each other obviously, but they arenât a couple anymore.â
You frown only, not really sure what to do about this information. Lia was a good friend of yours and you kind of have avoided Caitlin since you make her family come to England. You realized that day that you were too impacted with her happiness to be only a friend. In your mind, she was with Lia and this relationship would be like forever. It was to protect yourself too, falling for someone who isnât single isnât really your thing.
âDid you have news from Caitlin?â
âNoâ you answer, eating again. âI mean I saw her at the last games but thatâs all.â
âMh.â
âWhat?â you ask, raising an eyebrow.
âNothing.â
ââk.â
Several hours later, you were on your bed, your phone in your hand and the conversation with Caitlin opened. It wasnât used since your birthday, Caitlin sent you a message to wish you happy birthday, but nothing since that.
Writing to her isnât a good idea, even if sheâs single now, she still in a middle of a breakup. But you still can be a good friend to her, right? You just have to put your feelings away.
From You Hi Caitlin, I heard about your breakup by Leah. I just wanted to tell that if you need someone to talk or something, donât hesitate to call or write me, ok? I hope youâre ok. Take care of you.
You feel stupid to send her something like that after reading it again. Itâs kind of clichĂ© and you hate it. But surprisingly, Caitlin answers you relatively quickly.
From Caitlin Hello, thanks for your message. I will do and I hope you are ok too.
You bite your lips, not really happy about the answer. But in another way, what could you have expected? You didnât really talk since last year and you were avoiding her like the plague. Itâs only your fault.
After that day, you keep checking more frequently with Caitlin, asking her if she needs anything and how she is feeling. From what she answers, she was around a lot with Jordan and Katie. Your sister broke up some weeks ago with Jordan after longs years together, so thatâs maybe the explanation of why Leah stays a little away of Caitlin.
You start to talk a lot and when Caitlin starts to be the first to write you canât help but feel a strange something in your stomach. You also went to eat or drink something, your friendship slowly beginning to start again. You have to admit that you missed her. But she never said or show you anything to make you think that she missed you the way you do.
You think itâs better to have her in your life as a friend than not to have her, though.
Autumn 2022 â The New Season
You never missed a single match from Leahâs team since she plays for Arsenal, so there was no way that you will miss this one too. Itâs the first game of the new season and you just came back from your holidays. You went some days with Leah in Ibiza before flying to Dubai with a friend.
You just have time to go home, take a shower and put your Arsenal jersey before coming to the stadium.
âHere she is!â Leah says happily when she sees you.
She hugs you like you havenât seen each other in months and not ten days. But you hug her back, kissing her cheek before she releases you.
âSomeone got a tanâ she smirks, taking a step back to have a better look at you.
Unlike Leah, you have the ability to tan. Leah just gets red when she exposed herself without protection. You roll your eyes but donât respond anything, your attention being catch by a certain Australian striker coming in your direction, five steps away from Leah now.
âAnd youâre not with your girlfriend?â Leah asks, a teasing smirk always on her face.
âGirlfriend?â
By now Caitlin is just next to Leah and was able to hear your sister. You roll your eyes at her antics before answering.
âSheâs not my girlfriend, sheâs a friend.â
You frown when Leah snorts and left saying something like âyeah sureâ. You watch her leave several seconds before turning to Caitlin.
âSheâs not my girlfriendâ you say again.
You donât know why you feel the need to assure that to Caitlin, she probably doesnât give a single shit about it. In fact, she smiles at you and pass an arm around you to salute you. You didnât talk a lot a lot during those ten days, the different timetables were insane.
âItâs good to see youâ she says before letting you go.
âGood to see you too. How is the comeback from Australia?â
âStill a little jet lag, but Iâm fine.â
You smile at her and take the time to really look at her. You donât do it a lot, scared to fall for her again. I mean, harder. Because now that you have thought about it a little more, you remembered that Leah always told you not to even flirt with one of her teammate. Falling in love with one of them would be worse than everything. You know that she will react very badly to you in a relationship with one of them. You are scared to lose her; Leah will probably never forgive you if she learns that you are in love with Caitlin.
âYou look goodâ you smile sincerely at her.
âThanksâ
You both hear someone calling her on the back, the drills are going to begin, and she has to go.
âHey, are you still in London tomorrow?â she asks suddenly.
âYes, why?â
âThere is a new place near mine, and they are making brunch who look stunning. Do you want to come?â
âSureâ you smile. âText me the address and the time.â
After a nod and a smile, sheâs gone where sheâs needed. The game went great, they got an easy win. And you try to stay impartial when Caitlin got carded.
Christmas 2022 â The New Delivery service
You were at your parentâs house with all your family, without counting Jacob who stayed in Australia this year. Your mother was sad but thanks to a long video call during the moment when you all opened your presents, she seems a little less sad about it. You eat way too much, drink maybe a little too much too. Thatâs why your mother more or less forbade you to take your car to go home.
Leah stayed too and you are both chilling in one of your parentsâ couch with a hot tea. Some Christmas movie is on TV, but you are in a food coma and canât really focus on it to be honest. You are cuddling against Leah who is playing with your hair.
âHave you heard from Caitlin those days?â your sister asks suddenly.
âWe said Merry Christmas to each other this morning, but I guess sheâs sleeping now given the time. Why you ask?â
The friendly relationship you have with Caitlin is known by a lot of your friends and family now. And despite all your efforts, you are now deeply in love with her. Seeing her at least both a week donât help, but you canât help yourself. When youâre not asking, Caitlin proposes you something and you canât say no to her.
She told you during autumn that she doesnât feel very well in her life sometimes, so you made the statement to keep an eye on her.
âShe asks to have a mental break. Iâm not sure when or if she will come back from Australia. She will miss the first trainings for sure.â
âShe didnât say anything to meâ you frown.
She doesnât have to, to be fair. You are just friends, youâre not her best friend or her sister. She doesnât owe you anything. But you are still worried.
Later, in your room, you are thinking about a way to send her a message. You donât want to accuse her of anything or make her feel more pressure. You donât want to take a place you donât have too, you sometimes wonder if sheâs not having something with Jordan, which would be a little strange maybe. But once again, she doesnât owe you anything.
From You Hey, Iâm sorry if you feel that itâs not my place to ask. But Leah told me that you needed a mental break, so I was wondering if you were ok?
You wait some minutes before thinking again and realizing the stupidity of your message.
From You Forget my question, it was stupid. You asked for a mental break, of course youâre not ok Can you forget those messages please?
You stop there not to look even more strange. You cringe when you throw your phone somewhere on your bed before deciding to go take a long and hot shower. You roll your eyes when your father menace you to make you pay their hot water bill but donât say anything other than a âSorry Dadâ.
You smile when you hear Leah laughing from her room, before going back to your childhood bedroom. You have a double bed since you are eighteen so you can lay down crosswise it in your towel and look at the ceiling how you want. You soon start to think about how weird your messages to Caitlin were, so you take your phone again.
Just to see that you have two missed calls from Caitlin.
You call her back without waiting a single second, putting your headphone while you wait for her to answer. You realize that it was a FaceTime call only when she answers you with a black screen.
âHelloâ she says in a sad voice.
You may be only imagining that because you learned about her need of a mental break only two hours ago.
âHi. Sorry I missed your calls.â
âDonât worry. Were you in the shower?â
âHow do you know?â you frown.
âYou literally are in a towel?â
You lower your eyes on your body and facepalm mentally. If you had one pound every time you humiliate yourself in front of her, you would have been way richer by now.
âOh shit. Can you wait for a second?â
She hums and you put your phone on the bed to put a shirt and some panties, mentally insulting yourself. You take the time to take a big breath before going back in your bed and taking your phone in your hand.
âAre you still in bed?â you ask, curious about the black screen.
âNo, Iâm still in my room though. I just⊠I donât know. It was stupid to me to call you in FaceTime.â
âDonât worry. How are you feeling?â
âIâm tired. Like mentally tired. Being at home made me realize that I donât have a lot keeping me at London right now.â
That hurt. But you donât say anything, planting your nails deep into the skin of your palms.
âWhat are you talking about? You have friends here; the girls of the team love you. And the fans too.â
âThe fans arenât really happy of me right now, Iâm not able to score a lot and making my job right. I keep disappointing everyone.â
âYou have the right to feel a little uneasy, that doesnât take away from you what you achieved those last months, you know.â
Caitlin doesnât answer, but you hear her sight a little bit. You donât know if itâs something to hide some tears and you feel your heart break a little imagining that. You let several seconds pass before talking again.
âWhat can make you feel better right now?â
âFor real? One of the brunches we eat.â
You smile hearing that. The place next to her house became one of your favorite spots to eat together. You really love it too, maybe because you share a lot of secrets and laughs here.
âReally?â
âYeah, why?â
âNothing.â
You are lying. An idea had already pop in your head and you feel your brain running while youâre planning something in your head. Caitlin knows you enough to realize that you are up to something. You hear some shuffling, and you imagine that Caitlin just sits on her bed.
âWhat are you thinking?â
âNothingâ you answer, smiling.
âY/N. Donât you dare do something stupid.â
You did. The morning after the call, you went to the restaurant, took Caitlin usual command, and jump in the jet who belongs to your company. You donât usually use it for long trip like this, but you wanted to be in Australia as soon as possible.
You feel a little bit stupid with your suitcase and the bag where Caitlinâs food is. You ask for it to be wrap carefully and explain that you want to take it on a trip, without mentioning it was a very long trip. Thanks to the fridge, you are sure that you wonât poison Caitlin.
You told to Leah that you have an urgent meeting somewhere in Australia with a possible investor that you canât ignore. Sheâs a little bit gutted not to be able to pass New Year with you, but you promised to bring her some Lamington to eat with her tea. In fact, youâre not really lying, you do have someone who is interested by your company in Australia. You just arenât really obliged to travel here to talk to him.
You swallow with difficulty when you are in front of Caitlinâs porch, hopping that you wonât have to face her mother or her sister. You didnât mention to Caitlin that you were coming, so if she wants you to go away, you just will. You still have some things to do in Australia, you werenât totally lying to Leah. You just hide the fact that your priority was to see Caitlin.
You take a big breath before knocking on the door. This is a bad idea. Maybe the worst idea you never had. Why are you so good in your job and so stupid when it concerns the girl you are in love with?
But you donât have the possibility to stress even more, because soon the door is opening. Caitlin looks at you like you are a hallucination or something.
âUm. I have a delivery for miss Foord?â
You let your suitcase in the car you rent, so you just have the bag with the food in your hand. You lift it to show it to her and it doesnât take her more than a second to recognize the logo.
âY/N, what the hell?â she mumbles, taking it in her hand.
âI⊠Uh. Well, I have stuff to do in Australia for the company and I thought that because Iâm on this part of the globe, it could be great to please you.â
Youâre lying. And very bad. Caitlin is looking at you like you are crazy, and you canât blame her, you made a 24 hours journey to take her some breakfast and see her. Sheâs not supposed to know the truth, but you feel like she has some suspicions. You feel yourself blush and offer her a small smile.
âI better go. Enjoy your food and see you later.â
Maybe youâll go let yourself die in the middle of the Australianâs desert. With a little luck, some snake or scorpions are going to come to bite you and you will die in atrocious suffering.
âNo, wait!â
She grabs your arm with her hand, and you turn in her direction. Sheâs looking at you with a strange gaze, that you donât know from her.
âDo you want to drink something? We donât have Earl Grey, but I still can make you a tea if you want to.â
âOkâ you smile softly.
Caitlin doesnât let your arm go and took you inside. Itâs very quiet and after several seconds you ask her if her mother or sister are here. She answers no, her sister is now leaving with her fiancĂ© and her mother is working today. You nod, secretly relieved to know that you wonât have to face Simone for now. Youâre pretty sure that she understood when you saw her the last time the real feelings you have for her daughter.
âWhere are you staying?â Caitlin asks while you look at her making you a cup of tea.
âAt Park Hyattâ
âIn Sydney?â
You hum and she frowns while giving you the cup of tea. Itâs fuming and because you are drinking a lot of tea, she knows that you like it with sugar and milk.
âAnd you wanted to go back in Sydney just after giving me the brunch?â
âBrunch that you arenât eating, by the way.â
Realizing it, Caitlin takes the bag one more time before taking out the different packages. She still looking at you discreetly, but you busy yourself by drinking your tea.
New Year 2022-2023 â The New Beginning
Caitlin proposes to you to stay at her home and not to go to your hotel, but you refused. You donât want to bother Caitlin or her mother. That doesnât mean you donât see Caitlin; in fact, you see her every day for several hours.
She even invited you to come to the party her friends are making for the New Year. You accepted, after asking her several times if sheâs sure that you wonât be a burden. The third time you ask, she threatened to knock you out with her vegemite pot, so you stopped.
And when youâre not with Caitlin, you work. You donât have the possibility to see your brother who is on the other side of Australia. You almost lost consciousness when you learned that it takes 41 hours by car to get to Perth. So, you promise Jacob that you will see him before going back to England. Still with your jet.
You call Leah and your mother every day, but you are still focused on your goal to make Caitlin comes back to London with you. She seems a little down to be honest, but she seems to be better day after day. It gives you hope.
âWould you like to stay her to sleep tonight?â Caitlin asks on the 31th December while you were sitting next to her on the couch.
âOh⊠I donât know, I still have my hotel room.â
âCome on, itâs like 2 hours from here. And if you drink, I would rather that you stay here. My Mother will sleep in one of her friendâs houses anyway.â
âYeah, okâ you mumble. âWouldnât let you all alone I case youâll be scared.â
You can see Caitlinâs smile from the corner of your eyes. You hate the pleasant feeling with the fact that she seems to care about you. One thing is sure, this trip doesnât help you about how in love you are with this girl.
You never talked so much with Caitlin before now, and you never were so close of her. Like right now, you are watching TV and Caitlinâs legs are on yours. You put your hand on the knees of the Australian like itâs nothing, mechanically drawing shapes on it. Sometimes she put her head on your shoulder, and you have to concentrate yourself to stay cool about it.
You grab something to eat before going to take a shower and prepare for the party. You know that they would have been pictures of the night so you tell Leah that Caitlin invites you to pass the night with her and her friends, you know your sister would have been worried to learn that you are alone tonight. Or sad. And you donât want any of it.
To be honest, you havenât taken an outfit for the party, you thought that you would be alone in your hotel room. So, you have to shop in Sydney to find the right one. You were getting ready in Jamieâs old bedroom and were looking at yourself with skepticism when Caitlin comes to knock on the door.
âCan I come in?â
âYepâ you simply answer.
She enters the room, and you want to cry. You always had something for her with her hair down and with the outfit she chooses, sheâs just breathtaking.
âYou look stunningâ you say, without thinking about the consequences.
You are surprised to see her blush and hide your smirk by finishing to style your hair.
âCan we take a picture for my sister?â you ask to the Australian woman.
She nods and you briefly hesitate between a selfie or a mirror picture. You choose the second one, posing with a smile and the V-form with your fingers while Caitlin is sticking out her tongue.
You send the picture to Leah with Caitlin looking above your shoulder. The proximity makes your heartbeat faster, but you try to keep it cool one again.
âAre you ready to go?â
You follow Caitlin outside and in the Uber you command to go to her friendâs house. Knowing you both will be drinking, itâs safer this way. You already met some of Caitlinâs friends during your stay and they all are very friendly. But tonight, they will be more of them. The house is pretty crowded already when you arrived, and you are relieved to feel Caitlin grabs your arm.
âStay next to me, yeah?â
You thank the World for Caitlin being a little shy at first and making her able to understand that you might not feeling ok surrounded by a lot of stranger people. You take the excuse to cross the house to slip your hand in hers. Her hand is soft and warm, and you miss the feeling when you have to let her go.
Caitlin introduces you to some of her friendâs you havenât met for now. And if you notice the interested and non-subtle look of one of them, you act like you donât realize it at first. But then, she starts to talk to you so much that you almost donât have the possibility to pass time with Caitlin.
At some point, you even lose sight of her. And you donât like the idea, what if someone get close to her? In the way you dream of it? You donât know if you would support it to be honest, not after being so close of her.
âCome on, letâs dance!â Julia tells you, taking you away of your thoughts.
She takes you on the part of the house being dedicated for the dancefloor and you follow her without saying anything. You look around to see if you can see Caitlin, but it seems like sheâs not here. You distract yourself by dancing with Julia who is a pretty good dancer to be honest.
At some point, she comes closer to you to be able to be heard through the loud music. Her hand is on your hips and her mouth right next to your ear.
âItâs a shame that you live so far away. I really would like to know you better.â
You sigh internally, wondering how someone can flirt with you with such facilities when you canât even make a hint for Caitlin to understand how much you care for her. You donât have time to answer anything, because there is suddenly someone taking your arm and you recognize the softness of those hand before turning around.
âMind if I take her back?â Caitlin asks.
Julia raises both of her hand in sign of surrender with a smile. She says something like âTalk to you laterâ but you donât really listen to her, your eyes being plunged in Caitlinâs one.
She looks upset, but her voice is calm when she speaks to you.
âIâm going outside. Would you come with me?â
âSureâ you smile softly.
She hadnât let go of your arm, but you pass your other around it to be sure not being separated from her during your journey to the door. You feel pathetic but youâll do anything to be able to be close from her. Everyone seems to be here by now and the house is very crowded. With the music, the laughs, and the discussions, going outside is finally a good idea.
There is no one in the garden and the fresh air makes you shiver. But you prefer to be concentrated on Caitlin who has a wrinkle between her eyebrows from frowning. She sits on a low wall, and you follow her to stand next to her, looking at the moon to forget how much you want to touch her.
âAre you ok?â you ask after several minutes of silence.
âI amâ she only answer, looking at the horizon.
It seems to you that she is not, but you donât say anything else. You thought that she asked you to come with her to talk or something, but it seems like you were wrong. Caitlin doesnât stay silence for long though, turning suddenly in your direction.
âNo, in fact Iâm not.â
âWhatâs up?â
âIâm trying to figure out things, and I canât. And I really need to do it now because otherwise I think Iâm really going to become crazy.â
She seems angry and desperate at the same time. Sheâs talking with her arms, a thing that she usually doesnât. Hopping to help her to relax a little, you come near her, putting your hand on her knee.
âYou can tell me everything, you know that right?â
She sighs, passing a hand on her face. You have the feeling to understand what she think, and that itâs the fact that she doesnât know where to begin.
âI just⊠You came here from your appointment but you brought me food just because I mentioned the day before.â
âYesâ you confirm quietly.
Itâs maybe better for you not to precise that you went to your appointment because you came here. This feels maybe a little creepy.
âAnd you told me that you start writing me and talking to me more because you heard by Leah that I was struggling after my breakup with Lia.â
âYesâ you say again.
âWhy did we stop talking by the way? It looks like suddenly we grow apart?â
You shrug only, not knowing what to answer to her. You obviously take care not to cross her eyes when you answer.
âWhy did you come back anyway? After my breakup?â
âBecause I care for youâ you answer, looking at her carefully.
âI think I need to know how much you care about meâ she says slowly, and you are happy to be in the dark because your cheeks are bright red. âPlease, Y/N. Because sometimes I feel like you like me as a friend and sometimes, I feel like there is more than that. But when I tell myself that, you kind of back off and everything is strange and blur again. Just like tonight, I thought that we would pass the night together, but you kept dancing with Julia and I understand because sheâs fun and beautiful. But I hated to see you with her, and everything is⊠blur. And I really need to understand.â
It's your turn to stay silence, because where the hell could you start. You are not closed to answer to her questions, but you are scared because what you have seems so fragile to you.
âAre you interested in me more than a friend?â she finally asks.
Well, maybe you should have talk before because this question is very difficult to answer. Not because you donât know the answer but because it can change anything. You swallow your saliva with difficulty before answering. You canât lie to her.
âYes. I am.â you mumble.
You hear Caitlin taking a big breath before expiring and you just canât look at her. You hear the people inside getting excited and you wonder if itâs because it will soon be midnight.
âWhy didnât you say anything?â Caitlin asks quietly.
âBecause I care about you! At first you were in a relationship, and you seemed so happy in it and why in the world would I be between someone and their happiness? Then you broke up with Lia and you seemed so sad and so lost, and I didnât want to take advantage of you in any way.â
You were talking fast, and loud, the feelings of all of it taking over the rest. You were struggling too, so much, but it was easier anyway to keep all of those feelings inside.
âAnd now? Why didnât you say anything?â
You sigh and shrug. You just admitted that you were basically in love with her since day one, what can be worse than that anyway?
âBecause I prefer to have you in my life as a friend than to take the risk to lose you.â
There is a moment of silence and just before Caitlin start to talk again, you hear the other people starting to count the seconds before midnight and the New Year.
âYou are an idiot.â
10⊠9⊠8âŠ
You hear Caitlin talk and even if the words could have been harsh, you have the feeling that she is smiling. You just have to look at her to see that she actually is, not her big toothy smile, but the small one. Her smirk.
âWhat?â you ask.
âYouâre an idiot, Y/N Williamson.â
7âŠ6âŠ5âŠ
Caitlin jumps from the small wall she was sitting on to come closer to you. You are frozen, you just watch her move to be right in front of you. You can smell her perfume, see how much her eyes are blue. She looks at your eyes too, before that her eyes drop on your lips.
4âŠ3âŠ2âŠ
She cups your jaw with her hand, so tenderly that you just want to melt only with that gesture. Your heart almost went out of your body when you realize that sheâs leaning to you, still letting you the possibility to back off if you want to.
You donât want to.
1âŠ0
Just when your lips met, the firework of the city irrupts in the sky, being a pretty good metaphor of what youâre feeling inside right at this moment. You are finally kissing the girl you are in love with and sheâs kissing you back. She even put her hand in your back to press you against her while her other hand left your jaw to be on your neck.
When the air became an issue, you press your forehead against hers, without being able to suppress the big smile on your face. When you open your eyes, you see that sheâs looking at you, offering a shy smile.
âDo you want to go home? To talk about all of this?â
âTalking?â you smile softly.
âWell, maybe kissing too, a little bit.â
16 August 2023 â The World Cup
You shouldnât feel that way. Itâs the semi-finale of the Women World Cup in Australia and your national team, England just won it place for the finale against Spain. You distractedly prevent your sister from jumping from excitement, so as not to make her knee injury worse. You would probably have been happier about the results if Leah were on the pitch, to be honest.
You are looking at your girlfriendâs silhouette, sitting on the floor. You canât express how much you would like to go on the pitch and hug her tightly. You know how much this game meant for Caitlin and the rest of her team. Seeing her away from you from only several meters when you werenât able to see her from almost two months is hard too.
You chose to hide your relationship with Caitlin to anyone around you, except Caitlinâs mother who definitively can read way to easily into people. So, you werenât able to explain to your sister why you felt so moody those past days, the distance between you and Caitlin being hard to deal with. You canât explain how much you missed her. Even if you call each other every day, it wasnât the same.
You were busy helping Leah with her injury though, taking her to every single of her appointment, letting Lia WĂ€lti doing it when you werenât able to. Since Caitlin left, you went to live to Leahâs. And when your big sister told you that she was coming to Australia to the match, you came too. You even were able to see your brother this time.
After the game, Leah took you to the locker room to meet her teammates and you hug the ones playing to Arsenal. And Alessia Russo, who is coming for the new season too. You were talking to Mary Earps when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Excusing yourself, you get out the locker room to answer when you see Caitlinâs ID on the screen.
âHello?â
âHi. Are you still in the stadium?â
âYes. Where are you?â
âI just went back to my hotel room. Everyone is so sad, I canât look at them right now.â
You pout, hearing that said sadness in Caitlinâs voice too. You can easily imagine her on her bed, still her Matildaâs jogging.
âIâm so sorry Babeâ you whisper in your phone, looking around you to be sure that no one is around. âYou played great and Iâm so proud of you.â
âThanksâ she mumbles before adding âI miss you.â
âI miss you too, so so much. When are you going back to London?â
âTwo days after the game against Sweden. They still want to make a celebration about all of it in Sydney. Are you still staying to watch the finale?â
âYes, Leah got us tickets. Iâm going back the day after though; would you like to go back with me instead?â
She hums only and youâre not sure that she really understands what you ask her. You are not angry or hurt anyway, you know that she has to deal with the lost and the sadness of it. You just want to make her feel better.
One hour later, you were waiting for her to answer to you in front of her door. You managed to sneak inside the hotel and left Leah with Keira and Georgia. You are not sure that she realized you were missing, so happy to be able to pass time with some of her closest friends.
You knock again when you realized that no one is answering, not too hard. You donât want to attract anybodyâs attention. You were tense, scared to be seen by someone. Thanks God, Caitlin finally opens her door and looks at you like sheâs seeing a ghost.
âAre you alone?â you whisper.
âYes, butâŠâ
Just like her mother would say, no but. You entered the room and immediately pass your arms around her neck to kiss her. Caitlin needs several seconds to realize what is happening before kissing you back.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asks gently when you release each other.
âI missed you. And you are sad and being just dozens of meters away from you without being able to talk to you killed me.â
Caitlin smile sadly, taking your hand to make you sit on her bed. Unlike you were thinking, she changed her clothes and is wearing a short with a hoodie. It feels very soft when you take her against you to hug her. You close your eyes, letting yourself invade by her sent.
âI was looking at you every time I was able to. You are hot in a jersey, but yellow would have suits you better than white.â
She pulls gently on the white t-shirt youâre wearing, a number eight with Williamson on the back, of course. You smile softly, kissing her temple. She snuggles closer to you, passing on of her leg on your own.
âHave you eaten something?â you ask.
âNah. Iâm not really hungry for now.â
âWhat about a bath?â
âI already took a shower.â
âOk, Iâm asking the question again. What about a bath with me?â you ask after a sigh.
You feel her smirk against you, and she sit on the bed to be able to look at you.
âYou mean Iâll have the possibility to get you away from this horrible jersey and having you naked against me by the same move? Iâll be crazy to say no.â
You roll your eyes and throw a cushion at her before getting up from the bed. You then go to the bathroom to start running the water, waiting patiently to find the right temperature. You check your phone just to be sure that Leah isnât looking for you when the tube is getting filled, and then you go back to Caitlin in the room.
âItâs ready when you are Babe.â
You give her both hands to help her to get up from the bed, which she doesnât hesitate to take. But, as she gets up from the bed, sheâs not following you to the bathroom like you thought she would. She passes her arms around your shoulder, holding you tight against her.
Understanding what she needs, you hold her back, even firmer against you. You are higher from several centimeters from her, not so much though. But you like the way she can easily hide her face in your neck without taking strange position. You rock her softly, kissing her cheeks and her hair several times, only to release her when sheâs ready.
âThanks for coming here for meâ she whispers against your skin.
âEvery timeâ you smile sincerely, looking tenderly at her.
She smiles back and cup your chin with her hand, before following you to the bathroom this time. You try to make her go alone in the tub; you really just want her to relax. But you finish with her in it, massaging slowly her back.
You know her team has special masseurs and that they are definitively way more skillful that you are. But seeing how your girlfriend has her eyes closed and let you do whatever you want, it must not be unpleasant. Except that the moan and whispers sheâs making are making you think about something else, and please everyone forgive you, but you donât had sex for two months and your girlfriend is naked in front of you.
âWhy dâyou stop?â Caitlin mumble with a pout.
You are glad that sheâs sitting in front of you and that she canât see your face, because you are bright red once again. You donât want to take advantage of her, sheâs upset and tired. You kiss her shoulder though, getting her hair out of the way. You love her with her hair down. Have you already mentioned it?
âIsnât it time for great footballer to go to bed?â
She groans and turn around to face you. You are trying hard to just look at her face and not being distracted by everything else. But then she sits on your lap, and you have to get out of the water right now.
âWhy are you so tense?â she frowns. âYou may be the one needing a massage.â
You laugh softly and decide to be honest with her since not talking about your feelings made you lost time before. And you are a very bad liar. You bite your bottom lip before answering.
âI havenât seen you in like two whole months, which mean that I havenât touch you from two months, Caitlin. And you are naked on me and Iâm really trying to be a good and caring girlfriend without sinful ideas because I know how much disappointed you are, but you make it very hard. Plus, the water is getting cold.â
The realization appears on her face, before being erased by mischievous smile.
âWe still can put hot water in it.â
In the end, you add hot water on the tub several times. When you emerge from the bath, you are as tired as Caitlin, and she doesnât need many pleas to make you stay with her. You were planning to go back to your hotel room that night to be honest. But you donât. You answer to Leah who wrote you to tell you that sheâs sleeping with the team and asked you if you want to go with her before going under the cover next to your Aussieâs girlfriend.
You lie face to face with her and smile when she starts to stroke your face.
âYou are so beautiful.â
You roll your eyes and smile.
âYou need to sleep Foord; you are starting to get delirious.â
She frowns and hit your forehead before leaning to kiss you. You smile against her lips and when she turns around to let you cuddle her from behind, you donât need more than several seconds to fall asleep.
Hours later, you are waking up of your peaceful sleep by a deep voice with an Australian accent.
âCaitlin Foord what the hell?!â
Caitlin jumps next to you and you groan, hiding under the cover. Before you understand what is really happening, your girlfriend took Mackenzie Arnold by the arm to take her with her in the bathroom.
âWhy the hell is there Leah Williamson half naked in your bed?â Mackenzie whisper-shout from the bathroom.
You roll your eyes, rolling on your back to grab your phone. Itâs more than 9 in the morning, you really should have put an alarm on your phone. Thanks god, there isnât message from Leah for now.
âItâs not Leahâ you hear Caitlin answer.
âI have bloody eyes you know?â
Now that you realize what is happening, your heart is pounding. Mackenzie isnât a close friend of Leah, but you know that her girlfriend is a good friend of Alessia who is a good friend to Leah. And you. But more to Leah. And you obviously canât let anyone near Leah know about your relationship.
âItâs not Leah! ⊠Itâs her sister.â
There is a moment of silence and then
âYou are in so much trouble. Leah is going to kill you.â
âI know! Thatâs why you have to shut your mouth Macca, even with Kristy.â
Mackenzie snorts and even you canât see it, you easily can imagine Caitlinâs imploring look. There is a sigh, and you sit on the bed.
âAlright, Iâm not saying anything. But you really should have chosen someone else to get over the lost.â
âItâs not just⊠We are together, actually. Like in couple.â
âOooh thatâs why you are always glued to your phone?â
âItâs not really the time to talk about that right nowâ Caitlin points.
Sheâs right, but you canât help but smile at this. You are happy to have a good abonnement though, otherwise you will probably be poor because of your phoneâs bill. There is some more noise, and the door handle goes down before the gesture suddenly stops.
âNot a word to Alanna too, please.â
âPromise.â
After that they are both out of the bathroom and you smile awkwardly to Mackenzie before she waves at you and get out of the room.
âIâm so sorry.â
Caitlin looks so tense that you almost feel sorry for her, but you are really stressed too. You shouldnât have stayed the night here. Sighing, you get up from the bed to look for your clothes.
âItâs not your fault.â
Caitlin hums and while you are getting ready, a question pops suddenly in your head. You look up at your girlfriend who is sitting on the windowsill, looking outward. Sheâs still in her pjâs with her bed hair.
âCait?â you call her softly.
She just turns her head in your direction. To distract yourself a little bit, you braid your hair while asking the question bothering you.
âI shouldnât be concerned about Mackenzie coming in your room at random hours of the day or night, right?â
Her face goes soft, and she breaks the few meters between you to stop right in front of you.
âYou donât have anything to be worried aboutâ she answers, slipping a rebellious lock of hair behind your ear. âNo one is in my mind apart from you. Plus Macca has her own girlfriend.â
âOk.â you smile before hugging her.
You stay in her arms longer than usual. Saying her goodbye is hard even if you know you will see her again in several days now.
April 2024 â The Fight
It was several months after the World Cup that Caitlin mentions for the first time to talk to Leah about your relationship. You were still hiding at that time, just like you are still doing now. You refuse to do it, saying that it was too early and explaining to her again why you canât do that for now.
She understood your place but then she talked about it again in January, when you had to wait for several days to have a date to celebrate your first anniversary. The date being the First of January, you were obviously passing the day with Leah and your family. You gave her the same answer, itâs too soon and you donât want to fight with your sister when sheâs about to come back on the pitches from her injury.
But now, Caitlin is talking about it again and you can feel how much sheâs frustrated about it. You try to make everything to distract her from that idea. You took her on trip just the two of you, using once again your jet to gain time. You are sleeping at her house every time you can. In reality you would love to be open about your relationship, in front of your friends and family at least. But you canât take the risk to lose or disappoint your sister.
âItâs been a year and three months, Y/N.â Caitlin is saying, frowning like never before. âLeah is back on the pitch; we won the finale against Chelsea and your last deal went well and there is nothing holding us now. Well, except you.â
You sigh, pitching the base of your nose. You donât want to fight with her. It happens almost never to be fair, only when you are talking about this.
âI canât do it now, Babe. I just⊠I donât know how Leah would react and I canât take any risks.â
âYou canât or you wonât?â
âI canât, Caitlin.â
She snorts and cross her arms on her chest. Sheâs hurt, you can see it. You try to take a step to touch her, but she backs up from two steps where you took one. Your arm falls stupidly against your hip.
âCome on, you canât ask me to choose between you and my sister. I told you since the beginning why we canât talk about it to people.â
âWhy are we even together then?â she asks coldly.
The question hurts but you decided to ignore the feeling to stay honest to your girlfriend and make her understand your statement.
âWell I donât know, because I love you?â you answer, raising an eyebrow.
âI donât feel like itâs really the case right now.â
âDonât say thatâ you frown too. âYou know that I love you.â
But Caitlin is shaking her head and starts collecting her things around your living room. Sheâs shaking and you try once again to make her stop. Your arguments have never been deeper.
âBaby, pleaseâŠâ you start but she cuts you.
âNo. I canât do that anymore. I canât stay with you if that means weâll never evolve in any way. I just canât.â
You feel numb when you look at her putting her shoes and taking her vest. You follow her like a lost puppy in the entrance, trying once again to grab her arm. You are successful this time and she stops her movements.
âWhere are you going?â
âHome. Let go of me now, please.â
You just obey, slowly releasing her arm. There is a lump in your throat when you talk again.
âAre you breaking up with me?â
Your voice is hardly even a whisper, but Caitlin doesnât miss it. Her blue eyes cross yours when she looks up over her shoulder.
âTalk to you soon.â
And then, sheâs gone. You try to call her of course, texted her too, but she never answered. Itâs with puffy red eyes and tears on her face that Leah finds you under your covers in your bed several hours later. She got scared when she doesnât receive any answer to her text and just come to your home.
She hugs you at first, helping you to calm down to be able to talk and explain what is happening. You hesitated at first, before telling her everything. Well, almost everything because you never mentioned Caitlinâs name or the fact that she knows Leah.
âTell me her name and I will go on her to make you cry like this.â
Your big sister managed to take you out from your bed to go to the living room and made you drink water and eat something. There are still tears running on your face from time to time, but Leah takes the time to wipe them gently each time.
âShe just broke up with me. It doesnât matter anymore.â
Leah makes a grimace before taking you back against her for a new hug.
âIf she canât wait for you, it means that she didnât deserve you, Love.â
âCan we stop talking about her? Please.â
âYeah, sorry.â
Leah puts the TV on, starting a random show and you try to concentrate on it. You canât really, but you are still so thankful for your sister. The way she listened to you talking, holding you while you cry like a crazy woman without pushing you to know anything else makes you think that maybe she wouldnât have scream if you talked to your love for Caitlin. But itâs too late anyway. Caitlin doesnât want you anymore.
********
Two days after, on Saturday, Leah took you to the game. She almost hasnât left your side, only to go to training. You are still working though, losing yourself in work. Like you always did before Catilin.
âWhatâs happening to your sister?â Lia asks Leah during the training.
Your sister turns in your direction, watching you several seconds before sighing. Sheâs aware that Caitlin isnât far away from them, but she doesnât know where your problem comes from, so she answers anyway. Caitlin is supposed to be your friend after all.
âSheâs navigating through her first breakupâ Leah answers, still looking at you.
Your mother is sitting next to you, she has her hand on your shoulder. Leah explained to your parents what was happening to you and of course your mother is looking for you like you are dying. You are looking at the pitch, but Leah can tell that you arenât really looking. Unless youâve discovered in yourself a passion for corner posts.
âOh? I didnât know she had someone.â
âMe neitherâ your sister sighs. âSheâs like this since Wednesday but she doesnât want to tell me who she is.â
Next to your sister, Caitlin gulps nervously when she crosses Stephâs gaze. Caitlin is a mess since Wednesday too. She took the decision to leave, but that doesnât mean that itâs easy for her. She almost called you a thousand times. She missed you and wasnât able to hide her sadness with the people who know her the best. Steph Catley is one of them.
âWhat?â Caitlin snaps at her teammate.
âNothingâ Steph answers, still looking at her suspiciously.
Caitlin went back to the bench nervously to grab something to drink, looking discreetly in your direction. Now your mother is talking to you, and you are looking at her, but Caitlin knows you very well and realizes how destroyed you look. Of course, it made her sadder than ever, but she still has her point. She wants to move in with you, be able to talk about her girlfriend to everyone one, she wants to take you on date in London and not only seeing you in one of your apartments. She wants to be able to walk holding your hand where you both live, not in the other side of the world. She wants to be able to take a plane without needing to hide in the airport.
You were hopping that Caitlin will be benched today, but sheâs starting just like Leah. Which means that you will have to look at her for 90 minutes, knowing that you lost her.
Itâs a great game to be honest, and while your mother feed you with fries and chicken nuggets (itâs a family thing) you are able to distract yourself enough not to cry while watching your ex-girlfriend.
Leah is sub at the 78th minute and Caitlin is still playing. You would have preferred for her to go on the bench too, particularly when she got hurt five minutes after that. The tackle wasnât clean at all and you know right away that Caitlin is hurt. Like really hurt. You donât need to see the stretchers coming for her, you donât need the concerned looks of her teammate or Katie shouting at the girl taking Caitlin down.
You are up of your seat instantly, trying to have a better look of what is happening. They take longs agonizing minutes to get Caitlin out of the pitch and you run in the locker room in hope to be able to see her. But you just run into Leah.
âIâm going to the hospital to be with herâ your sister explains to you. âIâm not allowed to go with her to the ambulance so Iâll take my car.â
âCan I come with you?â
âSure.â
You are relieved that she doesnât question you, but once again Caitlin and you are supposed to be friends. Even close friends. You follow Leah to the parking, and sheâs ignoring the fan calling her name for the first time. You are so nervous that you want to throw up and you are glad that your sister isnât talking, otherwise you are not sure that you will be able to contain yourself.
One of the Arsenalâs medics is waiting for you when you arrive, and he takes you into a private waiting room. From now, you just have to wait. Sitting next to Leah, you put your head on her shoulder and are glad that her cuddle instinct is so high when she passes her arm around your waist to hug you. You really donât deserve her love; you were lying to her from months now.
Leah was scrolling on her phone for what feels like hours when someone comes in the waiting room.
âAre you here for miss Foord?â the medic asks.
âWe areâ Leah answers while getting up. âHow is she?â
âRight. So, her leg has a doble fracture, but those are sharps break so she normally doesnât need any surgery. Sheâs in a lot of pain though, so we give her something to help her. She also has a big bruise on the knee, but it will resolve itself. Would you like to see her?â
âIf itâs possible, yesâ Leah nods.
âOnly one person for now.â
Your sister turns to you and you shrug, trying your best to smile at her. You would kill to be able to see Caitlin right now, but she doesnât know that you are here. And youâre not sure that she wants to see you. Probably not.
âGo. Iâll text or ring her mother.â
Leah nods once again and follow the male nurse to Caitlinâs room. There are strange machines in the room, but Caitlin is up.
âSheâs under drugs. She might be a little out of itâ the medic whispers to Leah before leaving the room.
The noise of the door makes Caitlin turns her head in Leahâs direction. The blonde gives her a smile and take a chair to sit next to her.
âOh. Wrong Williamson.â
âWhat?â Leah laughs softly while sitting up.
Caitlin is speaking like sheâs half-asleep but when she looks at Leah, your sister feels like she knows very well what sheâs saying. At least that the words are real.
âI would rather see your sister.â
She shrugs and wince, the drugs making her head feels fuzzy.
âWell sheâs here, I still can ask her to come if you wantâ Leah proposes kindly.
âSheâs here?â
The surprise on Caitlinâs tone is astonishing to Leah, who frowns a little while looking at her friend. She knows how much time you pass together, well for the brunch or this kind of things. Not really that you passed almost every night together when you are in London. Unless itâs a Monday and you are at Leahâs.
âYeah?â
Caitlin stays quiet for several seconds, before sighing and looking at the window. The view isnât amazing to be honest, just the parking lot of the hospital.
âShe wouldnât want to see me anyway. I fucking broke her heart.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Leah frowns deepens.
She doesnât mean to take advantage of Caitlin under drugs, but itâs about you and you are the person who is the most important in her life. Itâs not a one-side thing, you are Leahâs person as much as sheâs yours.
âWe had a fight Wednesday because I wanted to tell you about our relationship or at least that she really thinks about telling you. But like usual she had excuses, and I just couldnât take it anymore. I love her so much itâs hurt. I just want to be able to hold my girl in public and tell the world how wonderful she is. Who travel the world to bring someone fucking pancake? We were amazing and now we are nothing and a fucking prick just broke my fucking leg and I just want to her to hug me. But she canât because I fucking wasnât patient enough with her.â
Leah is stunned. And not only because of Caitlinâs unusual use of swear words. She never though a single second that Caitlin and you were more than just friends. Or that the Australian was the reason of your tears for the last days.
âI know that she loved me, but she loves you even more Leah. She was so scared to lose you. But now I lost her. And Iâm really tired.â
âYou should sleep a little maybeâ Leah mumbles.
Caitlin sighs and close her eyes.
âIâm going to see my sister, will you be ok alone a little bit?â
âYeahâ Caitlin breath before opening her eyes. âWill you tell her? That I love her?â
Leah hesitates some seconds before nodding and smiling softly.
âYeah. I will.â
She watches the Australian woman closes her eyes and falling asleep as soon as her eyes are closed. Her mind is running, trying to understand what she just learned. She feels like she isnât really here when she finds you still sitting on the waiting room. You immediately spot her concern look and get up from your chair.
âIs everything ok? I just wrote to Caitlinâs mother that she will be fine?â
âYeah, she just fell asleep.â
You let a shaky breath pass your lips, really relieved. Your sister still looks pale, but maybe itâs because of those white walls?
âShe has a message for you though, that she asked me to tell you.â
âWhat is it?â
You are curious to know and look at your sister who cross her arms on her chest while looking at you.
âShe asks me to tell you that she loves you.â
Well now you might be whiter than Leah. Your big sister watches you become paler than ever, she watches your eyes widen too and how you open your mouth several times to talk without anything coming out.
âWhat were you thinking Y/N, really?â
You could cry right now. You passed months perfectly hiding your relationship to Leah, giving you probably the onset of an ulcer due to anxiety, and some drugs from a public hospital is going to break all the efforts you made?
âLeah, Iâm so sorryâ you began, begging while looking at her. âPlease, I never wanted to hide something to you, I swear.â
You were panicking. You just lost your girlfriend and now you are about to lose your sister too. The two most important people in your world, sorry to your mom.
âI just donât understandâ Leah says, shaking her head.
You probably are going to have a panic attack.
âIâŠâ
âI donât understandâ Leah cuts you âHow you might have thought that I will be mad at you for being with someone who made you happy?â
You donât understand and you probably donât look very intelligent with the way you are looking at Leah. Sheâs still frowning, but you realize that she isnât mad at you, she just seems lost.
âYou said several times that I wasnât allowed to flirt with one of your teammates, Leâ you point, whispering.
âI said flirt because I didnât want some of hormonal footballer taking advantage of you! Being in love is something else.â
âYou are not mad at me?â you ask shyly.
âOf course not, you idiot. I love you more than anything, your happiness is what comes first.â
Leah rolls her eyes and reach out to you. You donât hesitate to go in her arms, relieved by the unexpected turn of events. The nose in her hair, you whisper :
âIâm sorry for keeping things away from you.â
âItâs okâ Leah says softly, squeezing you a little harder. âIâm sorry you were in so much pain.â
She kisses your cheek and let you go, not without taking you by the shoulders to have a better look at you.
âWe are going to make things better between you and Caitlin now, if itâs really what you want. Ok?â
âIâm not sure sheâs still interested. She really is mad at me.â you shrug.
âPlease. She told me Iâm the wrong Williamson, if she doesnât take you back, Iâll send her back to Sydney.â
********
When Caitlin wakes up almost three hours later, the sun was gone and the room is almost in the dark. There is a small light on the nightstand, and she needs some seconds to remember where she is and why her leg is hurting like hell. She groans and try to roll on her side, her back sore to have been in the same position for hours now. But her leg hurts more, and she opens her eyes, grimacing slightly.
Then she sees you and froze several seconds.
You were already looking at her, like you were doing since you entered the room. She doesnât seem really peaceful while sleeping and your heart hurt to see her in pain.
âHiâ you whisper, in case her head is hurtful.
âDid I really told your sister than Iâm in love with you or was I dreaming?â
You look at her several seconds, trying to see in her eyes if sheâs stressed or anxious before answering.
âYou ask her to tell me that you love me, but I guess itâs the same thing.â
âShit. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okâ you say, coming closer to the bed. âItâs not what bother me now. How are you feeling?â
âOk, I guess. Thanks god we are at the end of the season. The doctor said I will be ok to play for the Olympics.â
âThatâs a good newâ
Caitlin hums and you look at your hands, lost in your thoughts. Itâs maybe a good think that she hasnât ask you for now to get out of her room, but you chose not to push your luck too much.
âI uh, Iâll let you in peace now. I wrote to your mother and your sister to reassure them, but Beth came with your phone and other stuff like one hour agoâ you explain while getting up. âYou can write to them if you want to.â
âOh⊠No wait, please. Can you stay? Just a little bit?â
You hesitate for several seconds, looking at Caitlin before answering anything. You want to stay, of course. You finally slowly sit down again on the chair.
âThanksâ she mumbles. âLook, about what I said to LeahâŠâ
âItâs okâ you say again, shrugging. âShe isnât mad.â
âNo?â
You shake your head, playing with your nails and fingers without looking at her. Caitlin knows how much Leah means for you so youâre pretty sure that she would have feel guilty if Leah was mad at you.
âIs she not mad because she knows that we are no longer together, or would she have been even if we were still together?â
âI think she would have been ok. If that was the case.â
You hear Caitlin takes a deep and big breath, making you look at her. You canât read the feeling on her face, so you are happy to see her talking again. You donât know what behavior you can have with her now, are you still able to ask her all the questions you want?
âI donât know how to say thatâ Caitlin sighs. âBut is there a chance that we maybe try to make things better between us?â
âBetter like in being friends again?â
You see Caitlin rolling her eyes and you understand quickly that you havenât guess right. You are surprised to see a small smile on her face despite the situation you are in.
âHow can you be so clever when itâs about your company and so obvious when it concerns relationships?â
You roll your eyes too, used to being criticized about your lack of ease in human relations when they do not concern your job.
âYes, because you are the most sociable and none-shy person in the world yourself.â
âTouchĂ©.â
There is a silence, during which you are looking at each other.
âCan you forgive me for running away the other day?â Caitlin asks softly.
âOnly if you forgive me for believing during all this time that my sister wouldnât accept our relationship and how I was wrong.â
She smiles again and you smile back at her. You get up when she asks you to sit next to her by patting the bed next to her. That place being the other side of her injured leg, you oblige.
âI donât know how explain how sorry I am. I shouldnât have left like this.â
âI get it. It wasnât a pleasant situation. But it doesnât mean that I donât love you or anything.â
âI know. Iâm sorry.â
âI am tooâ you whisper.
After one second of hesitation, you put your head on her shoulder, and you close your eyes when she put her chin on your head.
âSo, what now that Leah knows?â Caitlin asks.
To be honest, you donât really know. Today was a lot of feelings to deal with and you donât even know where to start. Your girlfriend (?) seems to understand what is happening in your head, because she kisses tenderly your temple before talking.
âWhat about I get out from here first?â
âThat sounds goodâ you smile softly. âAnd from here, you come right to mine so I can take care of you.â
âPerfect.â
You watch the Aussie laying down on the bed and you turn on your side to be able to look at her better. With your finger, you are tracing random patterns on her arm. You know that sheâs falling asleep but you need to ask the question.
âCait?â
âMh?â she answers, without opening her eyes.
âAre we back together? Like, are you my girlfriend again?â
She snorts and snuggle closer from you, already half-asleep.
âYes we are. Weirdo.â
#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso fanfics#woso one shot#caitlin foord imagine#caitlin foord x reader#caitlin foord#leah williamson#leah williamson imagine
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WIP excerpt for Mango Bat; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it. (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âOkay, so not an alien, just like, I dunno, a second-gen immigrant,â Bernard says, and Kon blinks at him a couple of times and is sort of, like, low-key fascinated by the dudeâs brain for a moment. That is like, practically Bart-levels of ârandom shit that only makes sense in your own headâ, but much better-translated for the outside people. â. . . this is not my fault, okay, youâre way too hot for me to make sense and act like a normal person in front of. Also weâre in Gotham and you have to understand that skews the ânormalâ scale so much, okay?âÂ
âItâs fine, dude, Iâve heard way weirder,â Kon replies, kinda amused because Bernardâs wincing kinda awkwardly and doesnât seem to know what to do with his hands anymore, and then just smirks a bit and leans in to nip at the otherâs lower lip. Why not, right? âItâs just kinda funny âcuz the awkward rambling thing makes you look stupid cute.âÂ
âJesus,â Bernard mutters very feelingly, then grabs his face again and kisses him back hard. Kon purrs into it and pins him down heavier against the mattress again and gets a breathy little groan out of Bernard for it, plus a handful of very decided clicks from Timâs camera. Kon is, like, very used to making himself look good for a camera, even now, and itâs not hard at all to make the stretch and display of his body pressing down against Bernardâs into something natural and easy-looking for the camera lens. It is natural, because itâs something heâs been doing since the day he was fucking decanted, and also itâs not like he didnât get all that media training from Rex and even a bit from Cadmusâs original uploads and also in bits and pieces a dozen other places and counting. And if nothing else, the photogenic thing very literally paid the bills for a while in there.Â
Doing it for Tim feels different, though. Showing off for Tim, displaying himself, framing Bernard just right with his body the same way he got taught to frame whatever pretty girl they threw him on-set withâ
Except itâs not like being on a shoot or a set or anything like that. Not like doing some boring ad or magazine shoot with a photographer who isnât interested in him as a person, just a paycheck, not like doing a thousand takes of some brain-dead commercial for some lame, useless product he doesnât give a shit about, and not like Rex trying to get him to take âcandidâ pics for social media shit or anything like that, or even just some random civilian who just wants a selfie or anything like that.Â
Which, likeâmost of those photos donât even exist anymore. Just about all of them donât, in fact.Â
Konâs good at being photographedâone of the few things he was always good at, that always came natural and that he learned inside and out and just had an actual talent forâbut that doesnât actually matter anymore because everything he got good at it for doesnât even exist now. Isnât even remembered, mostly.Â
ButâTim likes to take pictures. Heâs always liked to take pictures. And right now, Tim wants to take pictures of him. Ones he maybe really does wanna keep, even.Â
Thatâsâthatâs a thing that Konâs thinking about, right now.
#timberkon#konbern#timkon#timbern#kon el#conner kent#bernard dowd#tim drake#superboy#dc robin#wip: think pink#mango bat#dom/sub
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