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soap143 · 6 months ago

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Ok, so I had 2 quite similar requests. I’m sorry, anons, hope you don’t mind if I merge your requests😁 Binsung is sucha cute duo, but I feel like I have at least 5 other fics about them😭

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Taglist: @makebelieveyouregoodenough @hearts444innie @skznccmlee @jeonginsdiary (if anyone else would like to be in this taglist lmk😁)

Prompts:

65. “oh, you asked for it!”

69. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen your face so red.”

72. “be polite and say please.”

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Jealous

lee!han

ler!changbin

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Jisung was quietly sitting in his room, browsing through his phone. His bandmates were having a movie night, but he had missed most of it because of the extra work in the studio. Even if it was a bit late, his couldn't help but hear... laughter?

Han got up from his bed, making his way to the living room. There sat Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin. As he looked closer, he saw the long haired boy twisting around and cackling. He felt his face heat up.

Something in him pushed him to join them and enjoy the last few moments of the night before going to sleep, but Sung stopped himself before he could do anything.

The second he walked back into his bedroom, Han drowned out the flustering sounds coming from outside with his noise cancelling headphones and blasted some music, trying his best to fall asleep as soon as possible.

***

The following day, they whole group of Stray Kids were as always practicing some new dance. That day wasn't very busy, so everyone was quite loose.

Before he knew it, Jeongin was on the floor along with 2 pairs of hands attacking him. Felix and Changbin were laughing along with the younger, trying their best to grab at least one of the maknaes squirming limbs.

"AAHAHAHAHA HYUNG PLEHEHASE NOHOHO!" Innie begged, shaking his head side to side.

"A-alright, that's enough. You're going to kill him." Jisung softly interviened.

Both the ticklers slowly stood up, leaving a panting I.N. on the floor. Han walked over and handed him a hand, helping him get up.

"Thank you, hyung..." the youngest breathed out, a wide smile plastered on his face.

Han smiled back, but on the inside he was screaming. He wasn't sure how much more tickling he could watch before exploding out of jelousy. Yep, Jisung was jealous. He couldn't stand watching everyone but him being tickled. Although he was certain he was next...

***

After practice, the whole group were happily walking to eat lunch in the JYP building. They all sat together on one big table. Everyone was chatting and just discussing their plans for the day until their food came.

Jisung was simply enjoying his meal, when suddenly Minho, whom was sitting in front of him, harshly flinched and almost spat his food out at him.

"Bin, stop. We're eating lunch right now." the dancer whined, slapping Changbin's shulder.

"It was you who insisted on sitting next to me, so deal with it~" the shorter teased, doing something to make Lee Know jump in his seat once again.

"Hey, what is happening there? Can't we eat eat in peace for once..." Chan yelled from the other end of the table.

"Changbin keeps on squeezing my- AGH stohohop, dohohon't tickle me!" Minho almost punched Binnie in the face this time.

While everyone was laughing and teasing at Lee Know, Han quieted down more then ever. His ears were burning hot and his leg was bouncing up and down.

" Enough now, he could choke, Changbin." Jisung quietly warned the older.

"Right, Changbin. I could choke and die and it would all be your fault." Minho smirked, sticking his tongue out in a childish manner.

Han breathed out in relief, his bouncing leg slowing down.

***

After lunch, everyone went their own ways for a quick break. 3racha were, obviously, making their way to the studio to finish up some work from yesterday.

Just as they comfortably situated themselves in their seats, Chan oppened up his laptop.

"Damn, this thing is old... just like you." Cangbin snorted at his very well thought out joke.

"Hey! You're not much younger..." the oldest huffed out.

"Are you calling me old?!" the dweakki yelled, grabbing the back of the leader's neck.

"Nohoho Binnie dohohon't!" Chan swatted at the invading hand that was scribbling at his sensitive neck.

"Hyung stop. We have a lot of work to do." Han tried to interupt their tomfoolery before he started genuenly tweaking out.

"Damn, ok mister party pooper..." Binnie playfully flicked at the younger's forehead and crossing his arms over his chest.

Jisung just sighed in dissapointment. He was at least expecting a poke.

"Right, so where were we?" Chan clapped his hands, signaling everyone to focus.

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Han finally got to slump down onto the comfort of his bed after what felt like the longest day of his life. He was one sight of tickling away from snapping.

How come Changbin has tickled basically everyone today but him?

He suddenly heard a knock and soon after the sound of a door opening.

"Hey man, we're going to visit the other dorm - Felix made brownies again. You in?" Chan suddenly asked, an impatient Changbin and Hyunjin standing beside him.

"Umm, no. I'm too tired. Can you bring me a few pieces though?"

"Aw dude. Why not? It's going to be fun!" the shortest pouted.

Jisung was about to give in, but just the thought of watching Bin wreck someone else today made him wanna throw up. His lee mood had gotten unhealthyly bad.

"Nah, but thanks for the offer." the quokka denied once again.

"No, if you're not going, then I'm staying here too. I'm not leaving my bro alone." Changbin crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Fine, the two of you can miss out. Me and Chan are going to eat the best brownies of our lives~" Hyune teased, slipping his shoes on and shutting the door behind his back.

Jisung sighed and flipped onto his back, staring into the ceiling. If Changbin wasn't going to tickle him, he was going to make him wanna tickle him.

With the new determination rushing through his veins, the ace proudly stepped out his room.

"Han, are you ok? You've been awfully quiet today. I stayed just in case you wanted to talk." the rapper's voice bounced from the halways walls all the way to Ji's ears.

Just like that, his confidence bubble was burst.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? You're just overthinking like the old man you are..." Han mumbled, not letting the sudden question weaken him.

"What did you just say?" Changbin's jaw dropped.

"I said that you old people are always over concerned and think too deep about things. You should lay back a little."

"Well I don't know, you just seemed so sulky for no reason today. Can't I care for my little baby~" Binnie teased.

"Ew, save those sayings for your grandchildren." Jisung sassily bit back.

"Wow, you talk a lot for someone who has said an average of 3 words per hour today. What is up with you, is your puberty finally setting in?"

"Well it's likely you didn't even hear half the things I said today, granpa." Jisung barked, smiling at his well thought comeback.

"Oh, you asked for it!" Changbin howled, launching himslef toward the unsuspecting Han.

"What are you dohohoing?!" the taller whined in his hyung's grasp.

"What is up with these massive mood swings of yours? You're not a teenager anymore. Just 5 minutes ago you looked like your dog just died, and now you're slandering me like there's no tommorow."

Jisung gulped. The position he was in made his face rapidly heat up, not to mention his heart, which seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

“Please get off me. You’re overthinking, I was just tired today…” Han quietly mumbled, pushing his hyung’s chest.

“Nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere until you spill.” Changbin grabbed the younger’s wrists and pinned them to the sof cushion of the couch they were sitting on.

“You’re crahahzy. Are we just gonna sit here? Or are you planning on doing something, because nothing is wrong and I have nothing to say.” the taller stubbornly stated, getting himself comfortable.

“No, I wasn’t gonna do anything. Would you like me to do something?” Bin said with a smirk.

The truth is, Changbin wasn’t born yesterday. He just knew something was wrong, and even had his theories. But he wasn’t so sure how to make sure if he was right after all…

“If you don’t tell me, I’m going to tickle you~” the rapper teased, examinating the ace’s face for any reactions.

Jisung’s stomach churned and he almost chocked on God knows what. His eyes started darting around the room and he started tugging at his pinned arms.

“Oh boo-hoo, I’m not even ticklish. This stupid game w-won’t work.” Han tried to brush his afraidness off.

Changbin snorted at the statement “Not ticklish my ass. However, I have my reasons to believe you might want this, Hannie.”

The taller started to nervously squirm in the older’s iron grip. There was no way he knew…

“What do you mean, hyung?” he tried to sound as oblivious as possible.

“Oh no I’ll wait. Don’t underestimate me, I know you better than you know yourself, Hanji.”

“Please explain what you mean.” Jisung scoffed, trying to pretend he wasn’t basically shaking out of embarassment. If Changbin knew, he was so screwed…

“You think I didn’t see how you looked at Innie, Minho or Chan today? Plus, you didn’t even come to the movie night yesterday when me and Chanhad some fun with Hyunjin. You’re not that slick, Jisung.” Bin snickered, just pointing out the obvious.

The quokka gulped, hoping to swallow his immense fear along. But his heart was still shaking in his ribcage and his blush was starting to boil him alive.

“I d-don’t get what you mean…”

“You don’t? Maybe this will help you understand.” Changbin said, placing his hands on Sung’s sides.

Jisung flinched harshly, his mood making his torso hypersensitive to any touch.

The older decided to tease Jisung a little longer. He proceeded to situate his palms on the siedes of taller’s chest, digging his fingers in the slighest bit.

“DON’T! Plehehease nohohoho…” Han whined, almost managing to free his arms out of the shorter’s hands.

“Calm down, man. I’m barely even doing anything…” Changbin laughed “Listen, I’m not about to waste time or energy pinning your arms up. You’ll have to do that yourself.”

The ace’s jaw dropped at the suggestion. He knew how ruthless Binnie could be, but it sounded challenging.

“Weren’t you not ticklish? It shouldn’t bother you at all anyway.” the dark rapper cocked an eyebrow.

“Y-you’re right I’m not ticklish, this doesn’t bother me at all.” Jisung recollected himself, taking a deep breath in.

He slowly put his arms above his head without looking at Changbin’s mortifying gaze. But the second the older just tried to rest his hands on the ace’s armpits, Han bucked his hips so hard that he almost knocked the ler off.

“You’re doing great, Sungie~ Now just keep holding your arms like this and we’ll be alright.” Changbin encouraged.

Jisung agressively twisted when the shorter rested his hand on his side. For some unexplainable reason, every touch felt 10 times more ticklish.

“Were you jealous today? Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it.” Bin teased, grabbing the younger’s side and finally squeezing.

“BAHAHAHA NO!” Han screamed at very top of his lungs, almost slamming his arms down.

Changbin smiled, looking at the younger’s face. He slowly moved his other hand, taking a chunk of skin from Jisung’s other side.

With all 10 fingers occupied, he was ready to attack. At first lightly squeezing, making the quokka jump again and tighly grip onto his hair.

“Gahahaha just do it, stupid!”

Without any mercy this time, the dweakki pressed the tips of his fingers as deep as he could, shaking and squeezing the sensitive skin as quickly as he could.

“HYUHUHUHUHNG NOHOHO PLEASE!” the ace howled, clenching even harder onto his locks and trying to twist away from the evil fingers.

Soon, Changbin was tasering up and down the younger’s sides, sometimes poking Han’s hyper ticklish ribs.

The younger rapper was fighting demons. He was struggling to focus on both his torso being destroyed while keeping his arms out the way at the same time. And Bin was having a blast watching the poor boy’s attempt to stay sane.

“BIHIHINNIEHE STOHOHOP PLEHEASE! I-I CAHAHAN’T!” Jisung pushed out trough his uncontrollable cackles.

“Oh shut up you baby. No one’s stopping now~” Changbin tormented, grabbing the taller’s lower rib and vibrating his finger between the bone.

“FUHUHUCK HYUNG! DOHOHON’T DO THAHAT!” Han shook his head up down, barely managing to keep his arms above his head.

Jisung’s elbows were digging into his ribs, but his fingers were still latched into his hair.

“What did you say? I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you~” Bin teased, moving his fingers to his uppers ribs as if he was climbing a ladder, slowly going from the lowest rib to the higher ones.

This was what finished the quokka off. His arms came crashing down, weakly grabbing Changbin’s wrists.

“Cute, you’re not even trying to stop me.” the older pointed out.

“SHUHUHUHT UP I HATE YOUHUHUH!” Han roared, barely comprehending anything through the overwhelming feeling on his torso.

“You hate me? Trust me, you don’t hate me yet.” the older scoffed.

Suddenly, Changbin wrapped his fingers onto one of Sung’s wrists, pushingit back up. The younger knew what was gonna happen now…

“H-hyuhung please! We can tahahalk this out!” Jisung pleaded.

“Mhm, right.” Changbin murmurred before shoving 5 tortorous fingers into Sung’s armoit.

“AHAHAHAHAHA PLHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO ANYTHING BUT THEHEHEHRE!” the ace screeched, his mind completely filled with the fuzzy, tickly vibration overtaking his thoughts.

“Do you hate me now, mister? You know what you’ll hate even more?” Bin smirked. He knew this would get the younger good.

Han’s free hand was weakly swatting and pushing at Changbin. Safe to say, the older effortlessly gripped that hand’s wrist, pulling it above his head.

“Whahat are you doing?” Sung giggled out.

“Oh nothing…” the dweakki innocently stated, leaning his head down.

Jisung knew exactly what was coming. This was Changbin’s classic move… and also the reason no one makes fun of his pointy chin anymore.

“PLEHEHESE HYUNG! Anything but that! It’s so bad!” Han begged.

“Yes, that’s right. I’m bad, horrible even.” the shorter ignored his bandmate’s pleads, only lowering his head even more and restong his chin onto the younger’s chest for now.

“Now tell me, why were you so sad and sulky today?” Changbin asked, his moving jaw pressing into Jisung’s skin, making him giggle already.

“Ihihi told you it was nohohothing! Now stop thahat!” the taller squirmed as panic over took his whole body.

Binnie had started moving his chin into gentle circular motions. The feeling wasn’t that bad on his chest, but the second Bin’s head slid over to Jisung’s ribs, he could only pray.

“Was it really nothing? Because I remember you being suuuuper jelous when I tickled Jeongin this morning~ You got all angry and even stopped our shenanigans.” Changbin smiled at the memory, purposefully oppening his mouth widely, just to tickle Jisung more.

“Nohoho it was nohothing! Please!” Han snickered at his hyung’s chin, which seemed to be digging deeper into skin every second.

Before he knew it, Changbin was actually moving his head side to rapidly, his pointy but dull chin rubbing itself along the bones of Sung’s ribs.

“BAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAN’T! HYUNGHYUNGHYUNGHYUNG DOHON’T!!” Han absolutely shrieked. Air seemed like a delicacy in his situation, as he was struggling to catch his breath in between his laughter.

But Changbin didn’t stop. He instead moved his head along the whole expanse of the younger’s upper body. From his firm abdomen, to his moving chest and back to his absolutely deadly ribs, which had him screaming like a maniac all over again.

No matter how intensely the older masaaged Jisung’s worsts spots, he just couldn’t seem to get enough.

No matter how agressive, overtaking or unbearable the tickling was, Han just couldn’t get enough of it. It made his mind go blank and his body to shake againts his will. He loved it.

“I don’t think i’ve ever seen your face so red!” Changbin smiled at the younger’s clear eximent “You may need a minute to rest…”

Jisung just feebly nodded his head yes, letting his muscles relax. He layed like this for a few seconds before the older spoke up again.

“How do you want me to tickle you next?”

The quokka inmeadetly blushed, covering his face with his now unpinned hands.

“Come on, tell me~” Changbin didn’t budge.

“I want you to do it like you did to Minho hyung today…” the younger barely managed to squeek out.

“Oh God, I remember the way you were looking at us during lunch… I thought I was about to get killed!” Bin laughed, throwing his head back.

“Stop, it’s not funny! I was upset…” Jisung let out a flustered yelp at the memory.

“Oh, come on now it wasn’t that bad. Now keep your hands up for me again, I don’t want you doing any funny stuff while I’m at your legs.” the rapper warned, turning around to face the younger’s lower body.

Han most definetly knew how good Changbin was at getting one of his arguably wost spots - his legs. But he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t absolutely thrilled for it to happen any moment now.

Bin started of by just wrapping his fingers around one of the lee’s thighs and gently pushing his fingers in.

“Pfffhehehe hyung plehehehease!” the younger snorted, interwining his fingers into his hair.

“Does this even count as tickling? I’m barely doing anything!” the older playfully complained.

Jisung was too focused on a certain hand getting way too close to his upper inner thighs. Just the the thought of helplessly flopping around while the shorter squeezed the soft and sensitive spot made him go red.

“You’re being awfully quiet. Is it because of this?” Bin teasingly asked, grabbing Han’s dreaded spot between his fingers.

“HYUNG. Plehehease not there! I really can’t take it.” the quokka begged.

Changbin stayed silent, using his knee to prevent the younger from clamping his thighs together. He knew Jisung was going to be a screaming mess in no time.

Without wasting any more time, the older lightly pressed his fingers together, squeezing the insanely ticklish chunks of skin.

“Nohohoho I really cahahan’t please! I’ll do anythihing!” Han tried to escape the soon to torture began.

The rapper simply shrugged and proceeded to rub his fingers againts the skin.

“BAHAHAHAHAHA H-HYUHUHUHNG NOJOJOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHAHHDAJHESA!” Han screamed, losing his ability to even form words, forgetting than sentences even existed.

Changbin giggled, as the younger thrashed under him. His hands that he so desperately was trying to keep away were going mad: they were gripping Jisung’s hair, grasping the soft cussion of the couch, pulling at Jisung’s own shirt and whatnot.

But the singer was definetly fighting back everything in his will not to stop his hyung from stopping his attack.

“CHANGBIHIHIHIHIHN NOHOHOHO P-PLEHEHEheheh-“ the poor victim tried to push out, but his laughter was soon silenced. He really couldn’t handle any tickling in his deathspot.

“You ok? Hope I didn’t go too far…” Binnie slowly let up his fingers, looking behind himself to check up on the younger.

Han had completely slumped his body down and was panting heavily. His hair was a mess, pointing out in all directions and sticking to his swaety forehead.

“Yeah, I’m f-fine…” Sung breathed out, gulping up a few more breaths of air.

“…You think you can handle a little more?” the dwaekki smirked, spreading his fingers on the taller’s knee.

“Ahaha, yeah, I-I think I can… softly though.” Jisung shuffled around a bit at the tingly feeling.

“Softly, yeah.” the older agreed, patting his bandmate’s stomach and turning back to his lower body.

Changbin wanted to target his knees. They were very easy to tickle, since every single touch seemed to make poor Jisung flinch.

“Now be polite and say please!”

“Ehehehe plehehease!” Han giggled, his fingers tangled between his hair.

Bin laughed at the younger’s quick reaction, grabbing his calf and lightly squeezing the soft underside of the knee.

“HYUNG, plehehease NOHOHO! You said sohoft!” Hannie protested, sitting up and grabbing the older’s shoulder’s.

“Geez, calm down. I’m trying to be soft but you’re just so goddam ticklish!” the shorter teased, squeezing yet again, making Jisung twist around and fall right back to his original position.

Changbin tried his best this time. He ran his finger slowly from the younger’s thigh, to his knee and then traced little circles on the sensitive bone.

Han was giggling all the way, and seemed to be enjoying this method much more.

Then, the older switched to just drawing random shapes and lines onto Sung’s hyper sensitive legs, sometimes poking in a little deeper just to stratle Jisung.

At this point the younger was basically falling asleep, so Bin thought this was a sign to stop.

“How are you Jisung? Did you enjoy this~” Bin teased.

“Hyung, stop! Let’s just go to the other dorm, I’m hungry…”

“Oh, so now you want brownies? After getting your very much desired tickles?”

“SHUT UPP!” Jisung sassily demanded, covering his red face and kicking at his hyung.

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Omg this is a longg one. Took me a while too😔🙏 Ummm ut was suppoed to be for Sana, but I didn’t have my phone the day it was her anniversary, so… Happy late blog anniversary Sana! 😁❤️ @itzsana-kiddingmenow

#sfw tickle community #kpop tickle #ler!changbin #lee!jisung #skz tickle

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joonipertree · 6 months ago

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ok I'm gonna send my prompt by ask so it's more formal HIHIHI I'M SO EXCITED. idk how's gonna appear for you (if its my joel account), but here is @yujichoso 😭

ok so I was thinking about injured!reader (they are already in a relationship but it's not out yet) going to the clinic and it's Kal who's in charge of taking care for her and they're all flirting and saying doctor kaladin is kinda sexy and if you could add a kiss somewhere I'd love it too, a kiss that disoriente his system for the rest of the day 😭😭😭

You had half a mind to just go home and have Kaladin patch you up when he got back the second you stepped into the clinic. But alas, you loved seeing your beautiful doctor boyfriend at work. The only thing gnawing in your head was how worried he would get, just like all of the other times you'd gotten sick or injured.

With a little hobble and a lot of energy, you got to the front desk of the reception where a man sat looking over a computer.

"Is Kal- Dr. Kaladin in?" You asked.

The receptionist looked up and smiled politely before checking his watch. "He'll be free in a while, I'm afraid. He's running a bit behind. Is this an emergency?"

You shake your head, " I just fell hard but nothing besides that. I'll wait, okay?"

The man looked at the bruise that was slowly forming on your cheek before he leaned in, "I'm sorry if it's not the case but we're mandated to ask...did someone do this to you? A partner?" He whispered.

You shook your head vehemently, "No, no! Never, my boyfriend would never."

The man took a second to analyse you before he nodded, "Fill this form and take a seat okay?"

With slow limped steps and the realisation that the added weight is causing your other ankle to hurt, you sat down and waited patiently. It did cross your mind that you could just text or call him but you also knew that Kal might be busy and that this didn't really qualify as an emergency.

And Kaladin just got his lunch break, you'd prefer he'd eat first rather than fret over you.

"Hey, Sigzil." Your head whipped up at your boyfriend's voice.

Kaladin looked as fine as ever, even if he would disagree in that moment. With his long shoulder length hair braided back, tan skin and angular features with a defined nose. And oh he looked extra tall that day, in his white coat.

"I'm going on my break okay?" Kaladin said, deep voice with a tinge of exhaustion coming through.

Of course he didn't go on break yet! That man is always stalling for it, thinking of how he can treat others than take care of himself. It made you feel guilty for coming in before he could eat and not bringing anything but, maybe he wouldn't notice you?

Hah, Kaladin not noticing the love of his life was the biggest joke because he instantly clocked you in afterwards, doing a double take. His neutral face went from happy to confused to worried, being able to tell when something was wrong with you.

He strode forward, struggling to keep things professional and his anxiety from showing. No one really knew he was in a relationship and that you were his partner. And as much as he would love to be open about it, paranoia held him back from being openly affectionate towards you. But still, he crouched down so he was eye level, something that multiple people would probably recognise as unusual.

"You're hurt." He stated more than asked.

You nodded, "Sorry, I know you're going on your lunch break-"

"How?"

"I fell."

With a quirk of his eyebrows, you grimaced and continued, "So there was this mini hiking trail and I just sorta was climbing on a big rock and then next thing I knew, I was on a bunch of smaller rocks."

Kaladin stared pointedly at your fucking sandals that were inappropriate for any kind of adventurous walking. "You are a goddamn idiot."

"But....yours?" You made sure to whisper in case he didn't want anyone else to hear it.

"Hon, you should've called me immediately. Did you come here on your own? Were you waiting for me??"

You looked sheepishly at him, "well, I mean....I'm just following the law."

Kaladin's head dropped with a sigh before he got up, "the law between you and me is you call me when you get hurt, okay? Don't be a dumbass, stay here."

After a minute, he came back with a wheelchair and you felt a heat on your cheeks because oh fuck that was way too serious for a rolled ankle.

But you let your boyfriend help you up and put you on the wheelchair before carting you away. You leaned back and looked up at him, his face still looking good from that angle. You kicked your feet like a child, excited to be taken care of.

When you were in the privacy of a room, he didn't hesitate to pick you up bridal style and plop you onto the medical table. You swooned a bit at the feeling of his muscles flex against you.

But Dr Kaladin kept it professional for the most part, inspecting your ankle by pressing on them, you felt pain and it was inflamed but it seemed most likely a sprain.

"I'll have to lift your shirt up." He murmured, careful gloved hands doing so and prodding at your ribs.

"Take me to dinner first." You murmured and he rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I was thinking Pad Thai?" Kaladin played along, making quick work of his inspection.

"Are you this forward with all your patients?"

"My partner would kill me if I was."

"Boooo." You said with a giggle.

And while it was utterly unprofessional of him, Kaladin couldn't help but plant a kiss on your forehead before taking out the bandages.

"You're lucky it's only a few scraps and a sprain. I hope I don't have to convince you of wearing proper shoes to hike?"

"Won't make that mistake again, doctor!" You saluted.

"You stress me out."

"Thank you!"

He took care to wrap you well, patting your head afterwards. You patted his in return because really, he did all the work.

"Okay so now I suppose I should walk outta here like we've never met each other in our lives right?"

"Hmm?" He said as he took off his lab coat, showing a black dress shirt underneath, "no I'm taking you home and we're having Pad Thai."

"Kaladin."

"What?"

"You have a few more hours of work, why would you take me home?"

"Because you're hurt and someone has to take care of you."

"I can do it on my own!"

"You shouldn't have to when I'm here." Kaladin said sternly, packing his bag for the day.

"You have a job--"

"I don't have any more appointments and everyone can handle the walk-ins. My staff is more than capable. Now, do you wanna piggy back or get a wheelchair?"

"I can wa--"

"That's a very dumb thing to say to your doctor."

You grumbled for a second before accepting defeat, asking for a piggy back since he was offering.

Kaladin called in to the desk and let them know that he was off, he could hear the smirk in their voice but didn't bother commenting on it.

Once you were on his back, you melted into him and realised that maybe getting injured wasn't the worst thing in the world.

"You're a pain in the ass."

"I'm yours."

"I need a refund."

A/N: Im sorry this is rushed but i hope its what u wanted!!! I am always open to more requests.

Also...yes i did try to hike in sandals....very bad idea....I am kaladin's worst nightmare.

#kaladin x reader #kaladin fic

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whinlatter · 1 year ago

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HEYYY I really want you to reflect more on Ginny’s insecurity when it comes to her relationship with Harry. I’ve been thinking about it since your latest chapter. I don’t know how you can portray all these emotions tbh😭 it’s just way too perfect

ok the inbox is aflutter with questions along these lines so! with no spoilers for the rest of the fic, here's a little (big) lunch break meta on my read on the tensions and insecurities in harry and ginny's post-war relationship, and where harry and ginny are at at this point in beasts. thank you anon! 💞

spoilers for chapter 9 are below the cut!

in chapter nine, we see harry and ginny physically the closest they have been to each other in months, but beginning to discover the real distances between them at play in the current version of their relationship, and see the symptoms showing up in their interactions and (lack of) conversation. after the flashback, this chapter begins with ginny, back an awful time at school, waking up in her boyfriend’s bed, enjoying the luxury of time together and opportunities for physical intimacy. as @ashesandhackles pointed out in her very lovely comment, physical touch - particularly a very natural and instinctual expression of intimacy - is a defining feature of harry and ginny’s romantic relationship in the canon series. canon’s also full of examples of them communicating silently/non-verbally (their in-jokes, as early as PoA, but also the various moments that the two read each other’s minds or have entire interactions without having to say a word). these are obviously important, lovely things and something both of them value in their relationship. but, in this case, where ginny is hiding so much, they can quickly become things to hide behind. tellingly, ginny does not wake up thinking oh good now I have all this time to tell harry what’s up with me, and, over the course of the chapter, finds that secrets have a way of slipping out even if you try your very best to keep them under wraps.

why won't ginny open up?

without spoiling the rest of the fic (!) i think there are few things to bear in mind about why ginny isn't opening up to harry, and what insecurities she might have about the relationship that are preventing her from being honest about the hardships she's going through.

the first is that ginny, canonically, is an extremely guarded person who does rarely opens up, including - or especially - to harry. late canon is full of examples of harry seeking reassurance and emotional comfort in ginny, but examples of ginny doing the same in harry are few and far between. 'lucky you' is a reminder that ginny's own distressing experiences credential her as someone harry can seek reassurance and answers from; it is not a cry for reciprocal help or support. her mentioning riddle's diary in HBP when she finds out about the prince's book works similarly - though harry reassures her about it, her concern is for him, not herself. in the birthday kiss scene, only the 'there's the silver lining i've been looking for' line gives away that ginny has been going through emotional difficulty. in fact, it's ron who conveys that ginny has been 'really cut up' over the breakup. throughout the series, ginny consistently practices a kind of emotional selflessness and self-sufficiency. she understands how important she becomes as a source of comfort and safety for harry, and she is happy and proud to fill that role. she cares deeply about harry, she wants to meet his emotional needs, and she does it very well. she's canonically a fantastic liar, too, which is maybe my favourite characterisation note from her - while hermione and ron are both very easily emotionally read, ginny has an incredible poker face and can lie so well she can have literal dung on her hands and convince her own mother that it was crookshanks throwing dungbombs at the door of the order meeting. in canon, we see ginny crumble only once in her emotional stoic-ness in front of harry (in her bedroom after the birthday kiss - and even then she turns away and tries to hide it). we can speculate about why it is that ginny is like this (...), and i talk more about what this means for harry and ginny long term below. but for now suffice to say that ginny doesn't have a track record of divulging her emotional state and anxieties in very many people, including harry.

the second is that ginny is fiercely protective of harry and tries to shield him from pain, including her own. from CoS thru the rest of the series, ginny cares about shielding harry from criticism, distress, and emotional harm ('leave him alone!') it makes sense that, given ginny's interest in safeguarding harry's happiness and keeping her own sufferings private, she would also seek to protect him from information about herself that would upset him or make him feel worse when she recognises he's already going through a tough enough time. (harry himself practices this form of love in his parental relationship with sirius, eg. trying to retract 'my scar hurts' in GoF - sweet child).

the third - relatedly - is that ginny has begun to link her symptoms to her own wartime experiences, and to torture she endured under the carrows, the full extent of which hasn't been addressed at this point in the fic and which harry doesn't know. harry spends most of DH ignorant about what is happening at hogwarts - he worries for ginny post-sword-stealing, but he's reassured that she won't have been tortured because she only got sent into the forbidden forest. cue neville in the hog's head tunnel quite modestly revealing what really has happened at hogwarts, that the torture of children by way of the cruciatus curse has become a daily occurrence, and that the DA, ginny especially, have gone through a fresh hell. that harry crucioed amycus carrow for so much at spitting at mcgonagall tells us something about how harry might take the news of what actually went down at hogwarts during the war and especially what happened to ginny. in ginny's mind, the idea of strolling up to harry and banging on at length about the sufferings she has endured would be to lay more at his door than he deserves to have to worry about.

there's also this other point, the only issue between harry and ginny that is verbally addressed (but not resolved) in this chapter, which is ginny's lingering insecurities about her relationship with the trio, which also colours all of this. the conversation with harry and ginny in bed about harry staying for at the burrow christmas in ron and hermione’s absence is actually the first section i wrote for this chapter, and one of my favourite parts to write. it picks up this theme of ginny’s ambiguous relationship to The Trio as a unit, something i think a lot about and which i play with a bit in other writing (it comes out at a few points in orchards). i want to write a proper meta about this one day, but running thru this canon is a dynamic of ginny constantly being left out of the trio, from ‘go away ginny’ in PoA (‘oh, that’s nice!’) all the way thru DH. ginny only rarely explicitly complains about this exclusion, though it’s clear she has both noticed it and is irked by it. by the series’ end, this dynamic remains unresolved, even though ginny has become emotionally important to all three of the trio individually.

so why doesn't ginny get angrier about it? we know ginny is a stubborn person perfectly capable of sticking up for herself when being mistreated. that we would expect someone as outspoken and stubborn as she is to actually kick off many more times suggests not that ginny doesn't care, but that she has learned to actively fight her impulse to raise the issue and demand better for herself. my read is that the trio excluding her is, like harry's chosen one fate, just another thing ginny has had to (privately) be hurt by, but get her head around and accept because she recognises it’s part of a bigger picture and, by hbp, connected to a broader more serious quest that has something to do with the. (lots of hinny fics have ginny get mad at harry after the war about the break-up and for keeping her in the dark, and, sometimes, for keeping her out of the trio, but i think actually ginny is too far down the self-denying i-just-have-to-deal-with-this path to get mad without external stimulus. she hasn’t let herself be mad about this sort of thing for a long time, much as she has a right to). as a result, the ginny we see in beasts is a person who has become very self-denying, and who has spent a lot of time telling herself she shouldn’t be selfish or let her ego or pride get the better of her, and to accept certain lots in life for the greater good. would harry/ron/hermione be horrified if actually made to confront this? yes, i think so, absolutely! but they have done this to her and are yet to face the music on how they have excluded her so consistently throughout her teen years. it's a tension that absolutely still needs to be raised and resolved.

what will happen now harry knows something is up?

this chapter sees harry start to realise something's going on with ginny. he finds out ginny saw her ex, michael, about a health condition he's having that might be related to hogwarts last year, that ginny describes 'DA stuff'. luna later accidentally clues him onto the fact ginny, too, has had some mysterious health issues she hasn't raised with him, despite their near constant letter communication over the past four months (luna, your bluntness is extremely narratively convenient, thank you). ginny's blurted out question to harry - ‘you still want to stay, right?’ when finding out romione aren't spending much time at the burrow that christmas - echoes harry’s own at the start of the fic (‘you’ll write, right?’). it’s meant as the same act of a character blurting out a revealing question that speaks to a big insecurity and need they have. when harry calls her up on it before bed later that night, ginny tries to reassure him by showing him some of this mental work she’s done over the years to understand and accept what he + ron + hermione are to each other, reassuring him that she doesn’t want to intrude on that, and to go as far as to say that although he’s extremely welcome at the burrow for christmas, he doesn’t have to spend his christmas there if he’d rather be with his best mates. and what we have in harry’s response is him having to face up, for the first time, not just to the extent of ginny’s exclusion from his friend group, but how much work she has done to be at peace with her exclusion from parts of his life and particularly from his friend group which includes her own friend and brother. in her most insecure thoughts, ginny’s thinking oh god what if harry doesn’t want to be here with me as much as he does with ron and hermione; harry’s like, i’m just now realising the person lying next to me seems to think i want to leave to go hang out with my friends instead of spend christmas with her during this awful time for her family, seems to think i’m doing her a favour by staying, and seems to be hiding something from me that is connected to her own wellbeing.

what will harry's reaction be?

i will be keeping my cards reasonably close to my chest on this one, but i will say this... it was important for me to have two issues come up at the same time: harry working out ginny's keeping secrets while also finding out that she feels much more insecure about how important she is to him and how much she just wants him to be happy even at her own expense. i also wanted it to take place in a chapter that hammers home how much the weasleys, including ginny, are people grieving a great loss and struggling with it, harry a witness to ginny's attempts to hold her family together and make this time together special. of course harry's suspicious, and, likely, hurt. but he's also aware of what she and her family are going through, watching them all suffer extreme pain, and he's also just accidentally been informed of some of his own failings and shortcomings when it comes to ginny and her insecurities about her place in his life. that harry isn't immediately demanding answers and calling ginny out is a sign of him both processing dynamics years in the making, but it's also him reading the room. it would be extremely entitled to storm in and demand answers from ginny when he is seeing her and her family in such extreme distress - so instead he's keeping quiet for now, showing her wordless physical affection, and really deeping what's going on here.

harry and ginny will be facing the music very (very) soon. so far in the fic, the moments where ginny has come closest to giving the game away have been whenever harry and ginny are physically in the same place (st andrews, hogsmeade midnight field picnic). i wanted all the issues to start to come up this chapter now that harry and ginny are back together 24/7 and can't hide behind carefully chosen words in letters, and for their physical displays of intimacy and affection to start to stop working as well as strategies to paper over deeper conversations that need to be had. hence ginny waking up in harry’s bed with no nightmares after physical intimacy at the start of the chapter, but going back to the nightmares despite his proximity and physical displays of affection by the time we get to the chapter's end. their coping mechanisms are running out of road.

would harry be jealous of ginny telling michael?

harry (and ginny) are canonically a bit jealous, absolutely. but they're only really jealous when they're broken up and have more reasons to be insecure about their relationship (ginny with cho, harry with dean/krum - all are tensions that happen while they're broken up. when they're together, it's something they laugh about, eg. romilda and fleur). some of the responses to the fic (understandably) have focussed on oh my god ginny saw her ex. but i think ginny seeing her ex (which she doesn't deliberately keep from harry but realises after the fact she should tell him about, and is careful not to lie to him) is less likely to be upsetting to harry than the idea that ginny went and saw someone that she shared intense, traumatic experiences with that harry wasn’t a part of, and that, throughout DH, he’s in the dark about. that it's michael doesn't improve things, but it's the bigger context that makes the act more upsetting.

are harry and ginny doomed?

a lot of hinny critics cite various versions of the above dynamics as reasons why hinny would ultimately not make it long-term as a couple. i (obviously) disagree with that, because i believe these are two characters willing and able to make this relationship flourish and thrive. with that said, i don't think people writing harry and ginny as a pairing should ignore the existing dynamics within hinny as a relationship that would need to be unpacked and worked on as they rebuild their relationship as a foundation for a happy, healthy future together. this includes the fact that their relationship has been uneven in the level of mutual emotional support in canon, and full of cultivated omissions and silences. i'm not blaming harry (much) for this - i think harry has had, if not good reasons, then understandable reasons why, in the canon timeline, he gives ginny less emotional support than she gives him, not least because 1) he has (frankly) needed more (not to diminish ginny's post chamber trauma, but i think this is fair to say), 2) because ginny has great trouble accepting emotional support, and 3) because the arc of the later series is harry slowly accepting the role of the chosen one, deciding that he is not a normal person, and setting himself on a singular path to destruction stripped of ties to other people, even though he longs for the life of a normal person deep down. less dramatically, harry also ends the series a repressed 17 year old boy with some obliviousness issues and some growing up to do in ways that make him actually extremely typical of even emotionally healthy teenage boys (do i think every kind supportive man i now know in my late twenties was the best at emotional literacy and maturity at age 17? no no i do not. having met some of them at that time, i can you for a fact that they were, in fact, Not, and none of them were the subject of a terrible prophecy and all fought in precisely zero wars).

i believe harry wants a mutually supportive relationship with ginny. i believe him capable of having just that, and willing to do the work to build it. we know in canon he wants to build a family and instinctually practices reasonably healthy dynamics within one (in his familial relationship with sirius, it's often harry who sets the boundaries and healthy precedents). harry also often worries about ginny's wellbeing, physical and emotional, in his internal monologue, and sincerely wants to make her feel better about the awful things going on around them and that he is putting her through (see the birthday kiss scene - his instinct is to comfort her, and it's ron's rage that stops him). i'm always struck that in DH he starts to watch ginny on the map not when she might be in physical danger (eg. when she comes into contact with carrows/snape), but when she is in bed, alone with her thoughts/dreams/nightmares, and imagines himself reaching into her brain and hoping she's doing ok. in the battle he tries to reassure ginny in the thick of fighting even though he knows they are 'empty words'. across all his relationships more generally, he does show capacities for emotional awareness and generosity, consistently building loving, supportive connections with other characters throughout the series arc, and worrying particularly about the emotional state of the people he views as family (sirius chief among them).

when push comes to shove, harry potter, by the end of DH, is getting much better at knowing how to make his closest loved ones feel better. my favourite example being his perfect detonation of words and physical comfort to ron in the forest of dean - ron feels forgiven, loved and understood by harry so beautifully in that scene. i argue that he would take this hard-won work-in-progress trait and run with it when it comes to building his postwar relationship with ginny. but i think harry has a lot still to learn about how to communicate effectively, how to verbalise that concern and action it into meaningful emotional support and comfort, and at this point in beasts, he's perhaps beginning to realise how deficient he's been in this department. ginny, too, has a lot of work of her own to do. and it's my pleasure to try and figure out how they do that, and i'm grateful for the faith in me having a go at writing a version of it in this fic!

#beasts #TL;DR hinny grow old together #emphasis on the grow #full author's note to come but first too many words on harry and ginny's emotional constipation #hinny #meta #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #beasts spoilers #hinny meta

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may i ask a baekhyun scenario? unplanned pregnancy and he doesn't want the baby. reader resists. anything about cold/bad/fucboy or what else 🤣 but happy end please. 🥺🥺 I want to see s/o's happiness.

omg 😭 anon i’m so sorry for how this turned out i hope you like it 😭😭😭 fuckboy baekhyun makes me feel insane i feel crazy for writing this! beware of the worst baekhyun you’ll probably ever read on my page ! i do not condone this behavior at all yall.. have fun with this. thank you for the ask also!! 🩷🩷

unplanned • bbh [req]

pairing: fuckboy!baekhyun x pregnant!reader, fwb (?) relationship

synopsis: you find out you’re pregnant with baekhyuns baby, and he wants nothing to do with you (or it).

genre: ANGSTTTTTTTTTT

warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, baekhyun is awful, like really awful. reader has a poor sense of self worth/respect :((. but the ending is kind of happy (ish??).

two red lines only mean one thing on this test; so does the word ‘pregnant’. three pregnancy tests lay on your bathroom counter, all concluding the same thing: you’re pregnant.

“well?” your friend, chaeyoung, asks on the other line. you called her when you woke up vomiting, after feeling nauseous for the last three days. she’s the one who bought you the tests, dropping them off at your work on her lunch break and telling you to call her immediately when you take them.

you don’t even know how your lasted at work today, feeling sick the entire day and vomiting every time you went to the bathroom. you had hoped it was just food poisoning, and had managed to convince yourself all day that it was, even when chaeyoung brought you the tests. up until now, your hope for food poisoning was going strong.

letting out a shaky breath, you say, “well, im pregnant,” your voice breaking on the last syllable. a nasty sob escapes your mouth and you drop the phone onto the counter, covering your mouth as the tears start streaming. your whole body shakes as you bawl into your hands, your tears gathering in your hands and sliding down your arms.

“i’m coming over,” you hear chaeyoung say, and you start shaking your head as if she can see you.

“no, chae, it’s fine,” you cry, wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand, though it does nothing because the tears keep flowing. you’re not ready to have a baby, not even close. it wasn’t even planned.

“y/n, i’m coming over,” your friend says. you can hear shuffling, and you panic as you try to find the nicest way to tell her to stay the hell away from you.

“chae, stop please! i just want to be alone right now,” you sniffle and hear her sigh.

“you need support.”

“i haven’t even told baekhyun,” you moan out, the realization crashing down on you. that alone makes you start bawling again, not ready to deal with him and his reaction to this.

“oh god. y/n, i feel like i should come over,” chaeyoung says, and because she’s your best friend and you don’t have any energy to fight with her, you mumble an ‘ok’.

twenty minutes later, chaeyoung arrives with boba and a few snacks. you feel drained, and your skin feels tight due to the dried tears on your face. chaeyoung throws her arms around you once she’s inside of your apartment and all of her items are on the counter.

the two of you don’t say anything as you hug tightly, silently crying on her shoulder. chaeyoung rubs your back soothingly and tells you that it’ll be okay, but you don’t believe her. there’s so many things that you need to do, like tell your family, figure out doctors appointments, build a nursery, talk to the father of your child. but nothing feels possible, it all feels overwhelming and out of reach. “cmon, let’s sit,” chaeyoung says, grabbing the drinks and walking into your living room.

the both of you sit on your couch and pop the straws through the film lid, and drink. you barely take a sip, letting your lips wrap loosely around the straw, your mind everywhere but here. “talk ti me, y/n. let it all out,” chaeyoung says, scooting closer to you and wrapping her arms around you. you lean into her and let out a shaky breath.

all you can think about is baekhyun, and his reaction. you know it’ll be bad, and you’ll probably end up crying like you always do. he doesn’t spare your feelings ever, and can’t imagine him doing so when you tell him, and it makes your heart ache in the worst way. if your relationship wasn’t already messy and bad enough, it just got incredibly worse.

“i cant tell baekhyun,” you say. you feel chaeyoung let out a breath, and you’re grateful that you can’t see her face, because her expression would definitely make you cry. chaeyoung hates baekhyun, to put it simply, and has made ir clear that she doesn’t support you fucking with him to any degree.

“you know you have to,” she says. you close your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “do it now, before it’s too late.” and by too late, she means before you have 3 months to figure out if you’re going to be a single parent, or not.

you’d like to think that baekhyun wouldn’t be against raising this baby with you, but you know, deep down, that he he is going to be. hell would have to freeze over before he’d even consider playing the role of this baby’s father.

you pull yourself out of chaeyoungs embrace and lean back against the couch. you feel her eyes on you, and you take a drink of your boba to busy yourself. “you know i’ll always be here for you,” she says, and you nod. chaeyoung and you have been through a lot, emotionally, and it all started when you began sleeping with baekhyun. she hated (and still does) the way he treated you, like you a toy he could play with when he was bored. he’d call you up in the middle of the night and tell you to come over, hed show up unannounced and expect you to be ready and waiting for him, hed message and go out with other women, and you’d still stick around. for some reason, you defended him from all of her criticisms, which was the main reason the both of you stopped communicating for awhile.

“i know,” you say quietly.

“and i care about you. which is why this is the one and only time i’m going to tell you to call him, because he deserves to know,” she says, running a hand through her hair. you think back to your phone that you left in the bathroom, and you wished you would have flushed it down the toilet instead.

you can’t even think about what you’d even text him. you rarely ever ask him for favors, like to call you, nor do you ever really text him. you once tried to keep a conversation with him, but by the third text he stopped responding, and didn’t respond for days until he told you he was on his way to your house.

begrudgingly, you get up and walk to the bathroom to retrieve your phone. you open it and click on your messages with baekhyun, and start to scroll.

thursday

y/n: are you busy?

6:23 pm

baekhyun: come over

11:53 pm

tuesday

y/n: come over?

7:30 pm

saturday

y/n: come to onyx tonite

8:50 pm

friday

baekhyun: come over

10:35 pm

y/n: ok omw

10:37 pm

you could cry, looking at the messages. it’s pathetic, really. you guys never really communicated beyond being in the bed with each other. the only times you both talked, was during the beginning, but once he figured out that you were at his beck and call, the talking dwindled. sometimes, all you got from him were grunts, not even a greeting.

you sulk back into the living room, phone in hand and dignity in the garbage. “what do i even say?” you ask your friend.

“tell him to come over,” she sighs, rubbing her forehead. you bite your bottom lip and aimlessly type the message and send it without second thought. you gingerly take a seat on the couch, your phone burning a hole in your hand.

you expected silence, and after ten minutes and no response from him, you sigh and pick your phone up, contemplating if you should text him again. “just do it,” chaeyoung says, reading your mind. and so you double text him, for the first time since you two got involved. in the beginning, you didn’t feel uneasy about double texting, but that fear quickly seeped in when he simply wouldn’t respond, like ever, to any message if you sent more than one.

when you don’t get another response after a total of thirty minutes, you dial his number, almost blindly. you can’t even remember the last time you called him, but you have this number memorized despite it all. it’s tattooed in your brain from all the times you wanted to but didn’t.

the line rings and rings, until you get the message to leave a voicemail. so you do. “hey, baek… come over when you get this,” you say, and quickly end the call. your stomach has dropped to your ankles, and you want to die.

chaeyoung anxiously chews at her fingernails. “call again,” she says.

“but he’s not going to answer. and i dont want to tell him over the phone,” you say, tightly holding your phone between your hands.

“just try again. trust me.”

so you do. and to your surprise, he answers towards the last couple of rings, pure agitation in his voice. “fuck, y/n, what?” he asks. baekhyun pushes the forehead of sohee, the girl currently on her knees in between his legs, away from his crotch. “what do you want?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. sohee rests her cheek against his thigh and looks up at him, and baekhyun smirks down at her and drags a hand down the side of her face before pulling at her bottom lip with his thumb.

“i-i just wanted to see if you were free,” you say, cursing yourself mentally and not having your shit together. baekhyun didn’t like when you were unsure or nervous about something; it turned him off. if you were indecisive about going to his house or yours, he’d just cancel all together. “just come over when you can, ‘kay?” you say, pacing the living.

“yeah, okay, whatever. that it?” he asks, pulling him thumb out of sohee’s mouth.

“yes, by-“ he doesn’t let you finish and hangs up, tossing his phone behind him and looking down at the poor girl between his legs. if she had any bit of brains, she’d leave now and never look back. but like most of the women baekhyun is involved with, they never do.

when baekhyun is done with sohee, he leaves without as much as a goodbye. he vaguely tells her he’ll see her again, but never specifies when. she watches him leave, feeling confused and empty and wanting more. and maybe that’s why they all stick around for him, because he leaves them feeling like a piece of them is missing and they’re desperately chasing it, trying to get it back.

he decides to entertain you and come over, despite your neediness. that’s another thing baekhyun didnt appreciate; clingy and neediness. he hated when women wanted him so much, it made him feel trapped and confined. baekhyun didn’t like feeling trapped or tied down to anything.

baekhyun doesn’t text you that he’s on his way, he just shows up at your door. when you hear the knocks, you jump up, having forgotten that he was supposed to come over because two hours feels like ages ago.

when you look through the peephole, your heart drops and your palms start to sweat. you pull the door open and baekhyun up-nods at you and let’s himself in. you close the door behind him and lean against it as he comfortably makes his way through your house. that is all about to change in a few seconds.

you make your way into the living room and see bakehyun sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone. he looks up when he hears your foot steps, and frowns. “why are you acting weird?” he asks.

“i’m not,” you definitely are.

“yes, you are. stop it,” he says, going back to his phone. it’s now or never.

“baekhyun, i need to talk to you,” you say, still standing in the entry of your living room. he lets out a sigh and looks at you, his expression a cross between irritation and panic.

“about what?” he all but groans out. when you asked him over, he had expected (and hoped) for less talking and a lot more sex.

you lick your lips and shyly cross your arms in front of your chest. “i’m… im pregnant,” you say, looking him in the eye. he stares at you blankly, his mind unable to process your words.

“what?”

“baekhyun…” you say, taking a step towards him and then retreating. you really can’t say it again; it’s already too real.

“you’ve got to be fucking with me? you’re fucking with me, right?” he says, running a hand through his dark hair. you only shake your head, and he scoffs. “well, it’s not mine.” he says plainly, going back to his phone.

at this, you frown. “what? yes it is, baekhyun. i’ve only slept with you,” you say, a storm brewing in your head at him insinuating that you’ve been sleeping around. if anybody’s been sleeping around, it’s him. when you two first got together, he had asked you not to sleep with anybody else, and you didn’t see anything wrong with that. but now, you feel like maybe you should have.

“i don’t care; you don’t have any proof, y/n. that baby isn’t mine,” he says harshly. tears come to your eyes and you blink them away.

“this baby is yours! and you’re going to help me raise it!” you say, wiping at your eyes.

“like hell i am. i don’t give a fuck, y/n. i don’t want this baby, and you shouldn’t either. we aren’t even fucking together,” he spits, shaking his head, and that weight settles. you and baekhyun don’t even have a relationship label. you wouldn’t even know how to refer to him if somebody asked you who he was to you. friend was too mild, because you do things most friends don’t do to each other, and you don’t know that much about him. lovers isn’t even remotely true, because there is no love between the two of you. you’re somewhere higher than a friend, but lower than a lover, which is practically hell.

your mind drifts off to remember the time he invited you to his family’s barbecue. you practically met everyone in his family, danced with his grandma and little cousins, helped his mother in the kitchen. you thought he’d ask you out after that, but he never did. instead, he constantly reminded you that you two were not together.

“i don’t care,” you say quietly. “this is your baby. you’re going to help.” you tell him.

“y/n, i always use a condom. this baby isn’t fucking mine—what don’t you understand?”

you shake your head. for all of the times he’s used a condom, there is, of course, the one time he didn’t. and you remember it clear as day. you were the one who told him to get one, even though both of you were tipsy, you were still able to understand that. he told you he’d pull out, and did everything but. you can still remember the feeling of being so full of him. it still makes your knees weak.

“you didn’t the night after sehuns party,” you say.

“it was one time!” he shouts, as if he never took sex-ed. one time is all it takes—everybody knows that. “fuck, y/n. why do you want to keep this baby. are you trying to ruin my life?”

“i’m not trying to do anything. you think i want to be pregnant? baekhyun, i’m only 27! i’m not ready to be a fucking mother, but this is my reality right now!” you yell back, and it dawns on you that this is the most you’ve both ever spoken in a single meeting.

he shakes his head. “what do you want from me, y/n? i’m not raising this fucking baby with you—i’ll pay for you to get rid of it, but i’m not raising it. there’s no fucking way,” he says, standing up. you start to panic, stepping closer to him.

“what are you doing?”

“getting the fuck out of here,” he says, trying to push past you. you stop him, putting your hands on his chest. “y/n, move.”

“no. we need to talk about this.”

“there’s nothing to talk about! i’m not raising this baby with you, and that’s it. i don’t care what you do with it, but leave me out of it,” he says, removing your hands from his chest and brushing past you, his shoulder bumping into your arm in the process. “and lose my fucking number.” baekhyun says as he pulls your front door open and steps out, slamming it as he goes.

you can’t help but crumple to the floor, feeling like a rug has been swept from underneath you. you shake uncontrollably as you sob, fat tears rolling dons your face for the nth time today.

for some reason, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of you even though your world feels like it’s been flipped on it’s axis. you know you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life, as long as this baby is alive, whether either of you like it or not. but at least he knows, and maybe he will grow up and come around.

and you feel a sense of peace for the first time ever since he’s ever departed from you. usually, you feel hollow, used, and muddled; always in a constant state of anxiety when he’s around or when you think about him. but him leaving was probably the best things he’s ever done for you. now you can be sure he won’t be coming here unannounced, interrupting peaceful sleep at ungodly hours. now, you can rid yourself of unnecessary stress and drama, albeit unfortunate circumstances.

yes, you’ll be bound to baekhyun for life. but there are definitely worse things that could happen to you. and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.

#byun baekhyun #exo imagines #exo x reader #exo scenarios #exo x you #exo baekhyun #exo #exo angst #baekhyun #baekhyun x you #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun fic #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun oneshot #exo oneshot

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kaeyachi · 8 days ago

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First off... HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!! Got the new clothes on and a feast prepared (avoiding the tikoy because of what happened last time...)

and now back to our regular genshin talk

THIS LANTERN RITE MADE ME SOB

whats up with the clickbait title lmaaaoo (but no seriously i started sobbing like a baby, which is fine, until i point out the fact that i did it during my lunch break AT WORK)

-ok need to put this out of the way...but SHIP TALK because DAMN

-Xiao x Traveler fans rejoice. Over protective Xiao as always 🥺 The way he thought for as sec if he could complain about Ningguang TO NINGGUANG LMAAOOO. This was during the time he was talking to Yelan (aka Xiao being lowkey pissed at Yelan and Ningguang for sending the traveler to rescue HuTao, LanYan, and Qiqi) Ily so much Xiao

- Beigguang fans YOUR GIRLS ARE MARRIED AS ALWAYS. Got a moment where I wondered if Ningguang proposed lmaaaaaoooo. Beidou telling Ningguang to use her money to buy a new hairpin, then Ningguang not buying one and using the excuse of not wanting to buy it without Beidou agreeing to what it looks like, leading to Beidou inviting her to a stroll to finally get that hairpin 😭 I missed them pls

-Cynari has spent over a week in Liyue by now...what is this? a 2nd honeymoon?? anniversary date?? (the computation is that they have appeared in day 1, then there are 2 days per quest, and they appeared by the 6th day walking side by side) and like...the other pairs stated their reason of visiting...but these 2... (pls consider Cyno used a week long leave again and spent the entirety of it with Tighnari only unlike the previous events we got)

- the fatui lovers being talked about in canon?! THE ENTIRETY OF LIYUE ALREADY KNOWS I BET LMAO

- damn...lantern rite really is an event for lovers huh? Eulamber got to visit together because their rest days matched (everyone say thank you, Jean!) Candehya is going around Liyue as well (everyone say thank you to the people that convinced Candace to take a break to be with Dehya for a couple of days! Dehya buying a necklace for Candace ehehe).

-ok enough ship talk...THE PLOT?!

- HOYO KILLED HUTAO. HOYO KILLED HUTAO OH MY ARCHONS. THEY KILLED HER. THEY DIDNT JUST KILL HER, THEY GAVE HER A SERIES OF DEATH FLAGS FOR THE FIRST AND SECOND QUEST! I SOBBED WHEN SHE STARTED TALKING TO YUNJIN. MY GIRL WAS DEAD DEAD

- oh? what is this? a traveler loophole! yipee!! we get to bring her back by forcibly pulling her out of liyue purgatory! (she was so close though. girlie was a backflip away from reaching the doors to liyue afterlife lmao)

-ok but bringing back the entire sequence of her saying her goodbyes to everyone...i figured something was gonna happen to her since quest 1... but damn...the moment quest 2 arrived, I knew hoyo was gonna pull this card... still, it was painful to see her do her goodbyes

- the xiangling and the yunjin ones were painful. These two were not involved with the upcoming plan, and yet that makes it worse because they could tell that something worrying was happening within their friend's mind. They got hutao making promises she thought she wouldnt be able to keep...

- and then we get the zhongli and hutao scene...you could tell by zhongli's demeanor that he dislikes what hutao is telling him. it must have been horrible to hear hutao, still a young woman, basically voice out her last will and testament to him and make zhongli her heir... idk if he knew of the traveler leyline loophole thing at this time (he could know, or he could have also just connected the dots after the traveler confirmed that he isnt recorded in the leylines) but it doesnt make what hutao was telling him any less painful

- can i just say that i am absolutely overjoyed at seeing the ENTIRE LIYUE CAST for this lantern rite? the previous 2 lantern rites were fun, but this lantern rite? it feels like home (well, 2nd home. i still mentally live in mondstadt after all)

- i definitely still have more thoughts, but i had to work overtime today, then i had to prepare for chinese new year, so I'm exhausted. might edit this in a couple of hours!

#kaeyachi randoms #HAPPY LANTERN RITE #i loved this lantern rite so much #like waaaaaaaaaaaay more than i liked the last 2 lantern rites #the main quest for this one is top notch!

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frog-0n-a-l0g · 1 year ago

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Bad decisions HQ

Darlin: hey does anyone know where sneaks is?

Darlin: they arnt at work

Angel: OMG YOU TEXTED FIRST

Angel: this will go down in HISTORY

darlin: dude

Angel: but yea they’re w me and babe😘

Babe: we’re out on their lunch break getting sandwiches

Sweetheart: why what’s wrong?

Seeetheart: do you need me to find Sam or something?

Darlin: DONT CALL SAM

Darlin: OR DAVID

Sweetheart: omg wtf did you do

Angel: oh myyyyy

Angel: the tea is hot

Babe: true so spill what’s up

Darlin: ok so umm when you get back to work can you pull so strings to like..

Darlin: get me out

Darlin: of jail

Sweetheart: AGAIN?!

Angel: YOUR IN JAIL?!?!

Angel: WAIT AGAIN?

Babe: fam how many times has this happened?😭

Darlin: a few ok don’t bully me

Darlin: ITS NOT MY FAULT OK

Sweetheart: sureeeeee tell me what happened

Darlin: so I was at a bar just chilling when this guy came up to me and got all up in my face so I maybe sorta smashed a full bottle over his head and beat him with a bar stool until I was dragged out in handcuffs…

Sweetheart: omfg🙄

Sweetheart: how do you even have a phone we take all of the stuff off the person??

Darlin: I got an extra on me at all times man

Babe: concerning but ate

Angel: AS YOU SHOULD PURRR🤩

Sweetheart: fine I’ll see you in 10

Darlin: thank you thank you thank you

Darlin: and angel

Angel: yesssss?🙃

Darlin: don’t you dare tell this to David OR asher

Angel: Ong ur no fun

Angel: fineeee🙄

Darlin: thank you

Darlin: and sneaks pleaseeee don’t tell Sam OR David OR will

Sweetheart: I gotchu

Babe: are we still on for hangout night tonight

Darlin: def

Angel: OFCCC

Sweetheart: I need it after all you put me through man

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skinni-girls-eat-books · 3 months ago

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Monday, November 18th, 2024!

12:33am: Things that feel good: laying down naked with my hair up, massage chairs, quiet rooms, being at home, eating garlic and onions, antihistamines, lip balm/oil, shopping, meat, drinking apple juice and olipop and probiotics until I shit myself, massaging down on my forehead/eyes, lotion, heated blankets, watching a new show/anime, listening to crime podcasts, couponing.

Things that are making me lose my mind: Not drinking enough water, eating shitty fast food, not having my headphones, overthinking about my boyfriend, my muscles hurting for days after working out, life being expensive, uncertainty, itching, bleeding, my neck being stiff, constant headaches, when Barrel screams at me, food that tastes bad, constantly having to do laundry, roaches in my kitchen. Pain generally everywhere.

5:47pm: Currently laying in my room, in the dark and quiet. A sensory overload kinda day. Currently drinking a ginger seltzer water that is so delicious and cold. I had some turkey meatball and pasta for lunch. After the hospital I spent two hours in traffic somehow. And 45 minutes at the grocery store. Got squash, wine, carne asada and ground beef for meal prep. Sprouts sucks so much ass now. First their clearance was 99¢ literally love my life for over a year, then 2/$4 ok, now it's 2/$5 fruit clearance 😭 RIP I just get so frustrated there now. It all sucks. Tbh back to Walmart ig. I got so frustrated in there today I couldn't even find a good sauce to go with my beef, like hot sauce or something and it was all $5-$10 ! Wtf 😒 I felt like I was in a parallel universe like why tf. And they overload their tags with 50¢ off bullshit. So pissed off tbh. An end of an era 😔

Gonna get back into couponing, social nature, aisle, KCL, probably not gonna be till winter break though tbh I'm so behind on life rn.

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mountttmase · 3 months ago

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THERE WE GO🎢🎢🎢

They say you always hurt the ones you love, and even though you never meant to hurt Mason, there always seemed to be moments over the years when you’d take your moods out on him. WELL, WHAT A START🫣

You knew he was upset, but he always took it in his stride and let you have your strop before accepting your apology straight away no matter how much you didn’t deserve it. HE IS TOO GOOD TO BE REAL

It was the perfect fresh start, and you knew no one here so you made sure you made a few connections by joining a mummy and baby group in hopes of making some mum friends and on the first day you met Ell. It was her first day with baby Tommy and by the end of the hour you were becoming fast friends. Ell having lived in the area her whole life and she promised to take you under her wing and be there for you. Even skipping the class sometimes so you could take the babies out for lunch and have a gossip. OH HERE I AMMMM HELLO EVERYONEEEE🤭🤭🤭

THEY WENT TO HIS GAME,BABIES😭

You had been living in your house for around three months when Mason first came to stay for a few nights. It was a bit last minute and you had made plans to go out with your new work colleagues to get to know them a bit better but Mason assured you it was fine and that he would stay with Gee that night rather than her usual babysitter. OMG, OK, IT’S THAT DAY🫣

Gee was around ten months old now and Mason couldn’t believe how much she’d changed since he last saw her. His eyes filling up as he held her to his chest and you melted at the way she clung to him. Even though they didn’t get to see each other too often it was so lovely to see how strong their bond was. Mason eventually pulling you into his arms so you could all cuddle together by the front door and you didn’t miss the way your shoulders relaxed at his touch. Trying your hardest to not bury your face into his shoulder as you’d missed him so much but you pulled back and smiled at him sweetly. UGHHH LOOK AT MY LITTLE FAMILY/ NOT FAMILY😭

You could hear Mason from the kitchen, letting Gee babble away at him as he tried to respond back to her with the noises she’d just made and as the kettle boiled, you popped your head around the corner so you could watch them. Masons back to you so he had no idea you were listening in but he was sat with Gee practically on his chest and you smiled softly at them as they made silly faces at each other. GEE LOVES HIM SO MUCH, MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS🥹🤏🏻

‘Dada’ DID I KNOW SE WAS GOING TO SAY THIS? YES. DID I SCREAM WHEN I READ THIS? OF COURSE🤭😌

‘Oh… oh no I’m not your dada baby’ he whispered, his voice sounding sad and your heart broke a tiny bit. Mason was more of a dad to Gee than anyone and the feeling of her not having that vital person in her life for her early years upset you more than you thought it would, but it was no match for the words that were about to come out of Mason's mouth. ‘I wish I was though, Gee. I’d do anything for you, you know that right?’ He whispered. ‘And I love your mummy so so much. More than I could ever tell you… or her. Trust me, I tried once and it did not go well’ he laughed. OMGGGGG HE STILL LOVES HER MUMMY SO SO SO MUCHH. Y/N DO SOMETHING😭

You felt overwhelmed, stood in shock as you watched him confess his feelings for you to your baby in a soft voice so you didn’t hear but he clearly had no idea you could hear every word as he carried on talking. ‘It hurts you know? Knowing your person doesn’t quite see you as theirs but it’s okay. I’ve learnt to let her go and let her be happy, even if it’s not because of me. She’ll find her person one day and maybe I can learn to love someone like I love her. Like give someone else what I’ve always wanted to give her. I think I’d make a pretty good boyfriend if I let myself be one. And I think I’d make a good dad too, like I’m not that bad am I?’ He asked her and the excited yelp that left her little mouth made you smile even though your heart was breaking. UGH, I WANT TO HUG HIM

He still loves me. After all this time he still loves me. H DOES AND YOU ARE BLIND

You loved Mason, you just weren’t in love with him. I DON’T LIKE HER🙃

‘I need to go get ready’ you told him eventually. Making your way upstairs so you could start doing your hair and applying your makeup away from his big brown eyes and silly dimples but you were still thinking about what he’d said to Gee. The way he was still in love with you but just carried on and hid it like he was doing made you feel so confused HE IS HIDING IT CAUSE HE CARES ABOUT YOU TWO TOO MUCH TO RISK AND RUIN IT ALL AGAIN😉

‘See Gee, I told you she was here’ he cooed as he rounded the corner into your room and you sent her a smile as she looked your way. ‘Sorry, she didn’t believe me when I told her you were up here’ he laughed and you could see Gee sending you a huge smile back now. THERE THEY AREE

‘Are you alright?’ He asked as he took a seat on the edge of your bed but you just nodded your head. Still unsure as to what you should say to him. ‘You sure? You seem quiet’ UGH HE KNOWS HER SO GOOD

‘You’ll be fine, I promise’ he smiled before his eyes were flickering around your room. ‘Are you gonna wear that dress? He quizzed, nodding over to the one you’d hung up on the outside of your wardrobe and you nodded in response. ‘That's always been my favourite on you’ he beamed and you felt your tummy drop at his comment. GIGGLING🤭

He let you get ready a little while after. Taking Gee downstairs so he could pop on the dancing fruit video she seemed to love so much to keep her entertained but when you came back down ready to leave you could see the disappointment and confusion all over his face that you’d chosen something different to wear. SHE DID NOT,OMG I’LL PUNCH HER😒

SHE FEELS LOST WITHOUT HIS NECKLACE, OK, I FORGAVE HER A LITTLE LITTLE BIT🤏🏻

You’d just finished up dessert when you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. Quickly reaching for it to see Mason's face filling up the screen so you excused yourself just off to the side so you could answer. OMG OK, IT’S TIME

‘Hey, yeah no listen. It’s Gee. She’s been all grizzly since you left and I thought it was just her being moody but she’s had a temperature all night and-‘ OH POOR BABY GIRL😭

When you first walked in, the sight you were met with would have usually warmed your heart. Gee laid on Mason's chest with her head smooshed into his neck as he rubbed her back but you could see her eyes were red from crying and her little nose looked flushed. UGH, SHE FINDS COMFORT IN DADA/UNCLE MASEY😌

Mason on the other hand looked frozen in fear. Looking up at you like he’s was scared you were about to rip his head off but you paid him no mind. Slipping your jacket off before storming over so you could gently lift Gee from him. Thankfully Mason didn’t put up a fight but your plan to just completely ignore him and go upstairs was thwarted when he began to speak as you turned to leave. SHE’S BEING MEAN, I DON’T LIKE YOU Y/N

‘I don’t need you to tell me how to look after my baby’ you snapped. Turning to face him and if you weren’t so furious and worried you might have felt bad for how you’d spoken to him. ‘I told you to call me if someone was wrong so why didn’t you?’ GIRL, HE CALLED, HE JUST DIDN’T WANT YOU TO CAUSE A DRAMA FOR A FEVER

‘No Mason! There’s no excuse’ you cried but your loud voice had stirred Gee awake and her bleary eyes were right on Mason. THE FACT GEE IMMEDIATELY LOOKED AT HIM🤭

‘Come on Gee, let’s go to bed. We can cuddle for a little bit, okay?’ You whispered, walking straight towards the door but her tiny hands Were grabbing straight for the boy you furious with. ‘Dada’ I SCREAMED, GEE I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART

EHEHEEH SHE WANTS HER DADA🥹🥹🥹

You figured she was crying just because she felt so sick but when Mason appeared in your doorway around ten minutes later, the two of you looked up and over to him and only then she began to calm down as she reached for him. It was at that moment you realised she was upset because she thought Mason had left her. OMG, OMG, OMG I’LL CRYYY

‘Lay down, I think it’s best you stay here. She won’t stop crying otherwise’ you told him quietly but he seemed hesitant. GOOD MORNING Y/N, GLAD YOU OPENED YOUR EYES😉

Gee now wide awake and looking up at Mason as he tried his best to make her smile but you noticed he toned it down as soon as you were back. Laying her on the bed in the middle of the pair of you so you could both look at her but you kept silent as you watched her giggle at Masons silly faces. THE FACT HE IS SCARED BY HER BREAKS MY HEART😭

THEIR SONGGGGG AHHHH I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

‘That’s cause you said my voice sound like nails in a blender’ he joked, his eyes flashing up to yours but he clearly didn’t know where he stood still so he was quick to look away. POOR MAN, MISTREATED🙃

‘Well I can’t do it with you watching me’ he laughed, embarrassment written all over his face so you did the only thing you could think of and rolled over to your other side so you were facing away from the pair of them and the sound of his little laugh before he cleared his throat made you smile. HE IS EMBARASSEDDDDD

OH GIRL, THIS SONG IS JUST SO PERFECT FOR THEM, I AM SO HAPPY YOU DECIDED TO USE THIS ONE BACK THEN🥹

‘I’m sorry Mase’ you whispered. ‘I didn’t mean to have a go earlier, I was just worried’ you told him. Eyes filling with tears again as you took in his guilty face but soon enough his own face looked just as miserable as you felt. MMM, MAYBE I CAN FORGIVE YOU A TINY BIT🤏🏻

‘No it’s not. I was awful to you when all you’ve ever done is look after us. You know I trust you with Gee 100% and I’m sorry if I made you feel at different’ you gulped. ‘I see it every day how much you love her and we really don’t deserve you’ OHHHH, OK I FORGIVE YOU A BIT MORE🤏🏻🤏🏻

‘You did though Mase. You did everything right, see?’ You smiled. Motioning down to Gee who was laying there as happy as Larry but you could tell from the yawns she was ready for sleep. ‘She just needed a little bit more time for the medicine to kick in but she’s alright’ THE REASSURANCE HE NEEDED

UGH, SHE IS CUDDLING HIM

‘I know you were. That’s why I didn’t want to call you, which I know is stupid’ he sighed. ‘Are we okay? I feel like you’ve been avoiding me all day’ OH BOY IF YOU KNEW WHAT SHE HEARD…🫣

‘Don’t go, I’m comfy’ you whispered. Hearing him chuckle as he held you tighter but soon enough he was getting heavy and you knew he’d fallen asleep. UUUU, GIGGLING

You didn’t have big arguments, but when you fell out it was usually your fault. But Mason being Mason always forgave you even when you didn’t feel like you deserved it. IT’S ALWAYS HER FAULT, POOR MASON😂

It was perfect timing really since Ell had taken you away for a few days to her husband Noah’s families house in the south of France and the five of you had had the best time. Sending Mason Cute snaps of the kids on the beach but all he did was warn you to keep them apart as Gee was too young for a boyfriend. EHEHEHEH NOAH IS A SEXY HUSBAND I CAN ASSURE YOU🤭😉

THE IG POST, UGH I LOVE YOU GIRLLL

Mason being free meant he was able to pick you up from the airport and at 3am your heart stuttered as Gee ran as fast as her little legs could take her into Mason’s waiting arms before he squeezed her like he never wanted to let go. Only opening his arm when you came close so he could pull you in too and the feeling of home flooded you. GEE RUNNING TO HER DADA, AND I AM CRYING😭

Mason just smiled and laughed like he usually did when someone said the same but you could see there was something else behind it this time. EHEHEHEH CAUSE THERE IS SOMETHING BEHINDDDD

There was a reason you never went on Facebook and right now was a perfect reminder as to why. SHIT

I WANT TO THROW UP, SHITTY JACK😫

You didn’t even know Jack was dating again, let alone be ready to propose to someone and the fact you could tell exactly where it was made it hurt even more. The place you’d planned on visiting once you’d both saved up enough to live out your big dream and looking at him living it without you felt suffocating. Like the elephant from the picture was sat on your chest so it could crush you until you never breathed again and all you wanted was to flee the scene and scream your lungs out. OH GIRL

‘You know I never liked him’ Mason told you after his big rant and when he took your hand in his he squeezed it tightly. NO ONE EVER LIKED HIM😉

‘There’s nothing wrong with you at all’ CUTIE

‘Because he wasn't meant for you’ HE IS SO WISE

‘I know you were. And I know it’s cheesy but if you can be happy with him then imagine how happy you could be with me’ OMG??????? MASON???? OMGGGG YOU DID NOTTTTTT AHHHHH🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Wait… with you?’ You questioned. Mason's face paling as he realised what he’d said. A slip of the tongue that he was meant to keep inside but now it was out in the open and you could tell he was flustered. ‘Oh uh, no I didn’t meant me I um, I meant like-‘ OMG HE IS PANICKING

‘Just be honest with me’ you told him firmly. Wanting him to come out and tell you what you already knew but now his face was bright red and even though he’d seemily backed him into corner he wasn’t coming out anytime soon. WHY IS SHE BEING LIKE THIS

‘Why are you doing this to me? You’re just as bad as him sometimes. Fucking with my emotions like this all the time. I told you when we were kids how I felt but here we are again. You’re making everything about you!’ OMG GIRL, I KNOW I SUGGESTED YOU TO DO THIS BUT THAT HURT🫣

Mason had been sat with his thoughts for around five minutes when he heard footsteps coming back down the stairs but he knew straight away they weren’t yours. Waiting quietly for Gee to make her way into the living room and when she appeared in the doorway with the Gem the giraffe, the Teddy he’d gifted her when she’d just been born, under her arm Mason sent her a warm smile. OH HIS LITTLE BESTIE IS HERE TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER ALSO, HI GEMMMM🤭😌

‘Oh I’m sorry, Gee. Would you like to come and sit with me for a bit?’ He asked, praying she would say yes so he wouldn’t have to go and disturb you but thankfully Gee nodded and made her way over to Mason. Standing in between his legs with her arms raised so he could lift her into his lap and once she was comfy with Gem cuddled into her chest, she was asleep again soon after. Her face smooshed into his shoulder as she laid across his body, holding onto his hoodie string with her tiny fist and he held her tightly before kissing her head good night. I MIGHT CRY AT THIS POINT

It was around half an hour later when you realised you probably owed Mason an apology for blowing up like you had. SHE'S NOT THAT STUPID THEN, MAYBE🙃

‘It’s okay, I’ll do it’ you nodded. Walking over and carefully picking her up from him and your heart thumped as she clung to your neck but that wasn’t the only reason. She smelt just like Mason as she’d been laying on him for so long and the need for his comfort consumed you. You just didn’t know if he’d want to give it to you this time. SHE SMELLS LIKE HIM, AHHHH

Mason was still sat in the same spot, head resting on his hand that was propped up on the arm of the sofa and when you walked in he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You didn’t give him the chance to say anything and you didn’t speak either, just crawled onto the sofa next to him and took up the space Gee just was. Nestling your head into his shoulder as you sprawled across him and even though the pair of you needed to talk things through, you were both giggling as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like a baby. Popping a kiss on your cheek as you got each comfy in each other's arms, a comfortable slice falling over you but you knew you needed to speak. UGH, IT’S HARD TO HATE HER, CAUSE HE IS ABLE TO MAKE ME LIKE HER AGAIN WITH THE WAY HE UNDERSTANDS HER 😭😂

You felt at home. WELL, Y/N…WHAT CAN WE SAY..

‘No it’s not, Mase. You're not my punching bag and I shouldn't have said all that to you. It’s not your fault he’s gone and done that, I was just upset. The whole safari thing, that was my thing you know? Our thing, even. Not his’ SHE’S NOT THAT STUPID THEN, BUT SHE SAID OUR THINGGG🤭

‘I know love, and that’s what I meant earlier. He was a dickhead and you still wanted to go there with him, imagine the fun we’d have? And you don’t even need to imagine cause I promised you when we were kids I was taking you and I intend to stick to that promise’ AHHHH I AM GIGGLING AT THIS

‘I know it is, but you’ll get yours one day though i promise’ he whispered. ‘Shall we get you to bed? We can talk about it tomorrow if you still want to but I don’t want you down here winding yourself up’ SHE’LL GET HERS YEAH, WHO KNOWS WITH WHO🤔

‘Will you stay with me tonight?’ You asked. Looking up into big brown eyes. ‘I just know I’ll go crazy if I’m on my own’ OMG…EHEHEHH I AM GIGLING

You realised in that moment that was a perfect phrase to sum up yours and Masons friendship. If that’s what you want. HOLY SHIT OKAY🤭

Little did you know that he’d be needing your more than he ever had sooner than you thought. WHO NOWS WHYYYYY

HE SANG TO HERRR😭

UGH GIRL

WHAT WAS THIS? ART? MAGIC? WOW?🥹

THIS WAS A PROPER ROLLERCOASTER, I LOVED IT

Y/N HAS THIS ABILITY TO MAKE E HATE HER WITH MY WHOLE HEART, BUT AS SOON AS SHE UNDERSTANDS SHE WAS SHIT, SHE APOLOGIZES AND MASON TELLS HER IT IS OKAY I START LIKING HER AGAIN😂

THE DADA MOMENT HONESTLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS OF THE WHOLE SERIES

POOR BABY BEING SICK AND MASON FREAKING OUT CAUSE SHE WASN’T GETTING BETTER, POOR BOY

Y/N BEING SCARED AND MEAN, WE DON’T LIKE THIS GIRL

BUT GEE MADE SURE TO LET HER KNOW SHE WANTED HER DADA 😉

THE SONG MOMENT, UGH THAT SONG IS SO PERFECT FOR THEM, WOW

THE HOLIDAYYYY ELL IS HERE LADIES AND GENTLEMENS AND SHE IS VERY HONORED TO BE PART OF THIS

UGH, JACK IS BACK. I AM SO PROUD AND AMAZED FROM THE WAY YOU WROTE THAT MOMENT, I FELT ALL THE EMOTIONS YOU PUT INTO IT

SHE WAS SO MEAN AT HIM??? I HATE HER😭🤦🏻‍♀️

BUT THEN SHE JUST NEEDED TO SMELL HIS SMELL ON GEE TO UNDERSTAND SHE WAS SHIT AND HAD TO APOLOGIZE

I THINK SOMEONE’S CHANGE OF HEART OFFICIALLY STARTEDD

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU

AS I ALREADY TOLD YOU YOU MADE THIS 4859408 TIMES BETTER THAN WHAT I WAS IMAGINING AND I’M SO GLAD THAT I SENT YOU THAT REQUEST THAT DAY, CAUSE YOU GAVE US A MAGIC THING🥹

YOU NEVER STOP AMAZING ME WITH YOUR ART, AND I’M HONORED TO BE ABLE TO READ IT

AND I DON’T THINK I’VE TOLD YOU THIS BEFORE, BUT THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME PART OF THIS, NOT ONLY WITH ELL, OR GEE’S NAME CHOICE, BUT FOR ALL THE LITTLE IDEAS, BRAINSTORMINGS, TEASERS, IT’S BEEN AN HONOR BEING “BY YOUR SIDE” WHILE YOU WERE WRITING THIS🥹🩷

AND NOW, AS USUAL, LOVE YOU, YOUR BRAIN AND YOUR ART🩷🩷🩷

GONNA GO AND REREAD IT AGAIN

I could read this over and over and over again cause it’s just the best thing ever

Thank you sm for all your help on this and all my fics 🥺 I love having your help and someone to bounce ideas with and I’m so glad I could bring this to life for you

ILY SO MUCH BESTIE 🩷🩷🩷

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ramentravel · 1 year ago

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20231026

it's been a long time coming

i didn't think it would happen but i'm finally going back to asia!!

my last post was from 2017 (and I don't even remember what happened to my posts after that lol) and so much has happened since then. i changed careers and began in dentistry, and since then i did my prerequisites for hygiene school, got in (after being mistakenly rejected), graduated amidst the pandemic, and have now been a hygienist at my current office for over a year...

i can't believe how much time has passed and finally i get to go back!!

this time is probably the last long trip i'll be able to take in a while, so we're making the most of it. we're going to korea for 15 days and taiwan for three weeks 😭

i haven't been able to gather the energy to be excited. I've spent hours upon hours doing research for this trip but I still can't wrap my head around the fact that it's finally here. even yesterday when I was working on my patient I felt so confused that I didn't have a normal weekend coming up lol

anyways, enough reminiscing... it's finally vacation time after working for a year straight with barely and breaks, and we sprung the money for business class!! I am writing this from ana lounge!

saw this cute sign on the way to our gate since we had to take the train there

took a pic of this mini office thing which honestly looks horrible to work in

and pics of the lounge! I got a mango smoothie which tastes super sour at first but it started to grow on me. we arrived right at 10:45 so we got the tail end of breakfast and then grabbed a little lunch. they had a few options but not really any plates so i didn't get to try the lobster bisque soup.... but that's ok cause I wanna eat the ippudo ramen on the plane!!

then we looked at the duty free and I was amused by this one-nutella-a-day package lolol

#2023.

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brummiereader · 4 months ago

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@emotionalcadaver ok Laur, you're getting a live reaction from me this time. Because I started reading, then screamed when I got to one specific line that had my mind racing with possibilities of what could happen...

Lucy nodded. “I’ll walk over to her house after running some errands. I’ll be back before lunch.”…" this was the line! A few parts in and I said.. "HOLD UP!!" My brain instantly catapulted back to the last chapter where Luca was saying about how they should keep an eye on Lizzie's place 😳. Oh fuck, she's heading there isn't she, alone??

To tell her that she was a selfish monster for still clinging to Tommy when she knew that if she were gone he and Lizzie could have a chance to actually build something together with their baby. Ok this walk to Lizzie's house has me on the edge of me seat ever since my brain decided to go from 1 to 100. I don't even smoke, but I know I'd be chain smoking if I was in Lucy's position right now 😬. I had to comment on this line 👆🏼... It's breaking my heart. Not only because I'm sensitive to Lucy's lack in confidence now, but I feel a need to protect her from these internal worries she burdens herself with. She still doesn't realise that even if she wasn't there (which would be impossible. Tommy loves her more than anything) that she really thinks they'd be able to make something of it. No Lucy, just no 😭. People that solely make a go of things because there is a child involved, NEVER work out. You need that foundation first, and they don't have it.

"eyes landing on the man kneeling next to a flower bed by the steps leading to the front door" Stab him Lucy!! I don't trust the fucker 🧐. I think I'd be Lucy's yapping Jack Russell by her side If I knew her, telling her to take everyone down that even dares look our way 😂.

“What do you want?”Off to a great start, then, Lucy thought dejectedly. “I just…thought that we should talk about…things. Just you and me.” I gotta admit, I had a small slither of hope just like Lucy, that they could talk it through like adults. But now that's gone 😂.

“I’d like to ring my wife to let her know I may be a little late getting home this evening.”...🧐

Lizzie smirked. “Tommy paid for it.” “I know.” Oooh that bitch 😡. Why does she have to be so fucking snarky. He didn't buy it for her technically, but for the child she's housing for nine months. She wouldn't have gotten a penny if she wasn't with his child. Lucy please, give her some home truths 😩!

"If you really wanted to help, you would leave Tommy and never come back.” urghh, this angst is actually making my belly hurt😭😂. She's so delusional to think he'd let Lucy leave. That child was not made out of love, but made when he was thinking about another woman, shortly followed by a very passionate steamy encounter with a woman who is practically his wife, as she watched!

And Lizzie was correct, of course. Leaving would be the right thing to do. The less selfish action. Hell, if she left right now, she could head over to the house, pack up her things, and be on a train out of the city before the sun had even set. Yes, Tommy may be sad, at least at first. But he would get over it. With Lizzie by his side, it wouldn’t be long before he would forget that Lucy had ever even existed in the first place. I had to quote this whole piece, because I feel like I'm entering a twilight zone with Lucy's internal thoughts 😫. Can you pass my Lucy, please? Thank you...

Lucy darling, if you left, Tommy would go stark raving mad. I don't think he would actually let you leave. And even if some way you managed to get away, he'd spend the rest of his life hunting you down in a crazed state until he finally found you. He would never get over it, EVER!

Brummie xxx

I'm actually pleasantly surprised that Lizzie and Lucy came to an understanding, even if it might be short lived 😬 (lets hope not). It's a relief for now that they know each others place in Tommy's life. Lucy has shown so much maturity throughout this, and if Lizzie can just do the same...then i see no issue with the three of them being able to be at least on friendly terms with each other.

“Personal feelings about you aside, I am glad that my baby will have you to be there for them.” 😩 dont give me hope, Laur 😭!

She hardly was able to make out the figure of Luca Changretta, still looming over her in the doorway, before his booted foot swung into her face, and everything went dark. OH MY GOD!!!! I fucking knew it!!

Like a jaguar, Luca suddenly lunged at her with inhuman speed. His hand latched onto her throat, her back slamming into the wall hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs, and immediate panic zigzagged through her. I'm yelling for Lucy to wake up, to do something! As much as I don't like Lizzie in this series, I would never want anything to happen to the baby she's carrying. This whole scene is horrifying 😳.

As for Miss. Winters, she’s coming with us. She and I have unfinished business. You can tell Tommy that we took her. Or not.” Lizzie, I swear...you best tell Tommy. As soon as you wake up, you best fucking ringing him!!

Bloody hell, this chapter was explosive! Tommy is going to absolutely lose it IF and when word gets back to him. This is a terrible turn of events, Lizzie's knocked out, Lucy been taken and Tommy is oblivious to anything that's happend 😳!

I can not wait for the next chapter, Laur! You've left me completely in awe with this incredible chapter, that I'm just sitting here a little lost as my brain scrambles to figure out what's gonna happen. Speechless (but also sorry about the long rambles 😂).

So excited for more ❤️!

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Lucy decides that she and Lizzie need to talk.

Word Count: 5,007

Notes: Warnings for depictions of violence, choking (not the fun kind), pregnancy, and references to abortion.

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Chapter 20: The Moment of Catastrophe

“I need to talk to Lizzie.” She was standing in front of Tommy’s desk, eyes downcast and fingers picking at one of the little wood carvings of a horse she’d made for him. Tommy’s eyes snapped up to hers from where they had been focused on the papers she’d just deposited in front of him, capping his pen and straightening up.

“You don’t have to–”

“I sort of do. If I’m going to remain involved in all of this.” Involved with you, she added silently. “And it’s killing me not knowing what her actual feelings or intentions regarding me are.”

Tommy frowned, eyes wary. Lucy was pretty sure that the main reason why he hadn’t encouraged a sit-down between the three of them already was because he was worried about what Lizzie might say to her.

“I’ll go with you.”

But Lucy shook her head. “I think it would be better if she and I talked alone first, actually.”

His frown deepened. “If I’m there, I can act as a buffer if she starts getting unpleasant…”

“Exactly. I need to know how she really feels, Tommy.” Running a hand through her hair, she sighed, well aware that she might be willingly walking into a lion’s den with the full expectation of getting mauled. But she couldn’t keep living in this limbo of sitting around, wondering what Lizzie really thought of her. Of what her intentions were. Everything that her mind kept coming up was horrible. At least this way, she would know for sure and could adjust accordingly. “We’re both adults. We can sit down and have a mature conversation.”

“You might be able to,” Tommy muttered. Lucy gave him a look that was intended to be stern, but failed miserably at hiding the fond amusement underneath.

“Don’t be mean.”

Tommy sighed, thumbs twiddling together before he stood, stepping around the desk to get to her. His large hands smoothed up and down her arms reassuringly.

“Don’t let her bully you. If she starts being nasty, just leave.”

Lucy nodded. “I’ll walk over to her house after running some errands. I’ll be back before lunch.”

He touched her face, thumb running across her cheek before kissing her, then pulling her into a hug. “I love you.”

Looping her arms around his middle, she squeezed him back, letting her head nestle against his chest. “I love you too. I’ll be back soon.”

He kissed her again before letting her go, hands stuffed into his pockets and watching her grab her coat and go to the door. She offered him what she hoped to be a reassuring smile before stepping out, pulling her cap onto her head.

The errands she needed to run seemed to pass incredibly quickly, but the walk to Lizzie’s felt as though it took an eternity. It was in a neighborhood similar to where Polly lived, on the outskirts of the city. As she walked, she smoked cigarette after cigarette, anxiety settling like rocks in her stomach.

She had not been wholly honest about her reasoning for coming to speak with Lizzie. Yes, she did need desperately to know where Lizzie stood on everything–where she stood on her–but that wasn’t all. She supposed that a part of her almost wanted Lizzie to yell at her. To throw things at her head. To tell her that she was a selfish monster for still clinging to Tommy when she knew that if she were gone he and Lizzie could have a chance to actually build something together with their baby.

Her own mind had been relentlessly pummeling her with those thoughts since Tommy had told her the news; might as well let the person she was actually hurting have a chance to hurl them at her herself.

Of course there was the other part of her that clung to a small sliver of hope that it wouldn’t be that bad. That Lizzie could actually make peace with their current arrangement. Maybe even be happy to have Lucy around.

Wishful thinking, that was. Especially that last bit.

When Lizzie’s house came into view, her hands started to tremble, and she immediately regretted not taking Tommy up on his offer to come with her. He was more or less the only reason she’d managed not to entirely fall apart, or pack up her things and disappear into the night without a word. Without his stabilizing presence beside her, she felt terrifyingly adrift and at the mercy of her own treacherous, tortuous mind.

Her boots clomped against the stone steps, shaking fingers drawing into a fist that she tapped against the wood in a few quick raps. Stuffing her hands into her pockets in an attempt to hide their trembling, she glanced around while she waited, eyes landing on the man kneeling next to a flower bed by the steps leading to the front door. A pair of dirt-lathered gardener’s gloves covered his hands, a spade, trowel, and weeder laid out next to him on the grass. He had a hat pulled over a shaved head. His face was weathered and wrinkled with age, but there was something familiar there that she could not quite place. For a second, their eyes met, and then his gaze immediately dropped back down to the dirt in front of him, working to dig a weed out of the flowerbed. Before Lucy could scrutinize him more, the door opened.

“Lucy.” Never before had Lizzie’s height seemed so intimidating. Her eyes were cold, jaw set.

“Hi.” Her smile came out as more of a grimace, fingers coming together unconsciously to play with her rings. Lizzie just stared at her, expression unmovable and chilly as a glacier, mouth pressed into a firm line. Lucy forced her hands to separate, though her fingers still twitched anxiously at her sides, eyes darting around the street. “Can we talk?”

Lizzie looked as if she found the suggestion just about as desirable as drinking spoiled milk, but after a moment of consideration sighed, and pushed the door open the rest of the way so that Lucy could come inside.

Lizzie had clearly been hard at work decorating and furnishing the house, rugs already lining the floors, the sitting room adorned with plush couches, chairs, and carved wooden tables. Picture frames were hung up on the walls, little bits and bobs purposefully positioned on the mantle above the fireplace.

Lizzie shut the door behind her, shoes clicking against the floorboards as she strode past her and into the sitting room.

“What do you want?”

Off to a great start, then, Lucy thought dejectedly. “I just…thought that we should talk about…things. Just you and me.”

“I’m not getting rid of the baby,” Lizzie said immediately, head tilted up stubbornly, defensiveness straining her voice. “So if that’s what you’ve come to discuss, you might as well leave–”

“That’s not why I’m here.” She tried hard to temper her hurt that Lizzie really thought she’d come all this way just to twist her arm into getting an abortion even if she didn’t want to.

Before either of them could say anymore, there was a knock at the door.

“For Christ’s sake,” Lizzie growled, stomping past Lucy back to the door and wrenching it open. “What?”

“Begging your pardon, Miss. Stark, but could I use your phone for a moment?” the gardener was standing there, mopping at his brow and ringing his dirty gloves in his hands. “I’d like to ring my wife to let her know I may be a little late getting home this evening.”

“Yes, yes,” Lizzie stepped aside, pointing towards the entryway to the kitchen. “It’s in the back.”

Lucy waited until he had wandered into the other room and she could hear the distant, incomprehensible hum of his voice on the phone before speaking again. “The house looks nice.”

Lizzie smirked. “Tommy paid for it.”

“I know.”

Her smile dropped, and Lucy shifted from foot to foot, aware that she was doing little to help in the mending of things between them. “Can we sit?” she asked, nodding to the couch in the sitting room. Lizzie looked like she’d rather do just about anything else, standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, lips rubbing together. But finally she sighed, arms dropping to her sides.

“Sure.”

She followed Lizzie’s lead over to the dark green sofa, sinking down into the cushions on the opposite side from her, ample space left between them. Lucy’s hands rang together, unable to stop her fingers from fumbling with her rings. Lizzie’s expectant expression only served to make her more nervous, bubbles of anxiety lodging into her throat and making it hard for her to recall the words she’d been practicing over and over in her head on the walk over there.

“Right. Look, I just thought…given that we’re going to be…I mean, I just wanted to tell you that, um…now that you’re having Tommy’s baby…I–”

“For fuck’s sake, will you just spit it out?”

She flinched, feeling her shoulders draw in at the way Lizzie snapped at her. Being yelled at or spoken to harshly wasn’t exactly new to her, but there was something about the impatience in Lizzie’s tone that made her feel like a young child being scolded. As if she wasn’t already doing enough damage, here she was, coming into this poor woman’s home and annoying her with nonsensical ramblings.

Before she could stutter some more and continue to make a complete fool of herself, there was the sound of footsteps approaching from the kitchen. The gardener appeared, pulling his cap on over his bald head, giving a respectful nod to Lizzie.

“Thank you for letting me use your phone, Miss. Stark. I’ll be heading back outside, now.”

“Of course. If you need any water or anything, help yourself,” she waved a hand towards the sink and pantry in the kitchen. The gardener nodded, his eyes tracking to Lucy before quickly looking away, shuffling towards the door. They both waited until it had swung closed behind him before saying anything.

“Look,” Lucy took a deep breath, managing to pull herself somewhat together. “I just…wanted you to know that I don’t have any intentions of coming between Tommy and the baby. And I wanted to tell you that–only if you’re comfortable with it, of course–but I’m happy to help in any way that I can.” She forced herself to meet Lizzie’s eyes. Her face was still set in a harsh frown, but some of the coldness had seeped out of her eyes before she looked down at her hands, folded carefully in her lap. “I know how Tommy can be sometimes,” Lucy continued, still keeping her gaze on Lizzie despite the other woman still staring downwards. “So if you ever…if you and the baby aren’t getting what you need from him, you’re always welcome to come to me instead. Sometimes I can be a little more successful in convincing him of things.”

Lizzie’s gaze lifted to meet hers, any warmth that had started to seep into her eyes gone, leaving nothing but cold steel in its wake.

“If you really wanted to help, you would leave Tommy and never come back.”

Lucy’s lips parted, shrinking in on herself subconsciously. The words were hurled at her like a rock, and ready as she thought that she was to hear them, they still pierced painfully in her chest. Now it was her turn to look down, staring at the plain golden rings that encircled her fingers. She made no attempt to defend herself. No effort to argue against Lizzie’s demand. This was why she was here, right? To let Lizzie punish her for the selfish choice to still stay with Tommy. To keep him from truly having a proper family with Lizzie.

Lucy wrapped her arms around herself, as if she could somehow hug the horrid thoughts out of her. No, no. That wasn’t true; Tommy would be distraught if she left. He wouldn’t just get over it. He loved her. He didn't want to be with Lizzie. He said…

But that one cursed phase continued to spin in her head, repeating over and over again:

But maybe if I wasn’t here…

Beside her on the couch, Lizzie shuddered, turning away, knuckles pressed to her lips, twitching and fidgeting. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” She said finally, and before Lucy could respond, she launched up out of her seat, starting to pace across the room. “It's just so unfair. I’m having his baby, and he won’t even consider…” she trailed off, shooting Lucy an ashamed look. All the venom and iciness that had been in her eyes a moment ago was gone, and for a moment, Lucy felt as though she were staring into a mirror of her own guilt and pain. Lizzie wetted her lips, shoulders lowering. “When Polly told me I was pregnant, I started to hope,” she said, finally, as if trying to offer some sort of explanation.

“Lizzie…” Lucy started sympathetically. Her hand rested on the cushion beside her in silent invitation, and after a moment of looking her up and down warily, Lizzie shuffled back over and plopped down beside her. “You can’t force someone to love you,” Lucy said after a long pause during which she internally debated whether or not to actually speak the words. But the venom of jealousy did not return to Lizzie's face. Instead she just merely looked to the floor, expression crestfallen in a way that made Lucy’s heart hurt.

Guilt gnawed at her like a dog with a bone, chipping away at her bit by bit. The irrational part of her still blamed herself. Still battered her with endless internal torment. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to shove away the continued mantra of: But maybe if I wasn’t here…But maybe if I wasn’t here…But maybe if I wasn’t here…

“Even if I didn’t exist, or was wiped off the face of the earth at this very second, it still might not change the way that he feels. I’m not saying that to be cruel.” Reaching out, tentatively, like she would a skittish horse, she settled her hand on top of Lizzie’s where it rested on the firm green cushion between them. “I’m saying it because if you’re only having this baby as some…attempt to force Tommy to fall in love with you, you might not get what you want. And that wouldn’t be fair to the baby. Or you. Or Tommy. But, if you do genuinely want the baby…”

“I do,” Lizzie nodded vigorously, the hand not covered by Lucy’s going to press against her still flat stomach, and Lucy could see the genuine love that crossed her face. Lizzie had always liked children. She’d always been incredibly good with Charlie, and often at family gatherings she would take time to sit and play with John’s kids.

“Okay,” Lucy said. “Then we’ll figure out some way to make this all work. I know that Tommy is dedicated to supporting both of you, and will want to be involved in their life as much as he can. And I…” it felt impossibly selfish for her to ask what she was about to, but she forced herself to ask anyway. The worst that Lizzie could say was no, after all. “I’d like to be involved too, at least just a little. But I can understand if you don’t want that and I can keep my distance, if you’d rather. I don’t have any intentions of trying to…take away or usurp your position as the baby’s mother. I just want to help.”

Lizzie’s head tilted slightly, considering with her eyes focused faraway on the opposite wall. “I suppose…I suppose that would be fine. Tommy will insist on you being around anyway.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to include me if you’d really rather not,” it would hurt. A lot. But she didn’t want to force Lizzie into anything, either. “It’s your choice who helps you to raise your baby.”

“Yes, but it’s his too, isn’t it? He’ll want you included,” she shrugged. “I suppose that I could use as much help as I can get.” She finally looked back at Lucy. “And you’ve always been so good with Charlie.”

It was Lucy’s turn to look away then, bashfully staring down at her shoes. Beside her, Lizzie shifted, and when she spoke again, some of the bitterness had returned to her voice.

“He loves you so much.”

Lucy felt her brows pull together slightly, her guard, that she’d dropped as Lizzie’s iciness had thawed, cautiously starting to raise back up. When she lifted her head, Lizzie was looking away from her again.

“I suggested that he split up with you, did you know that? When I told him about the baby. And he wouldn’t even consider it. Not even for a second.” Her gaze shifted back to Lucy. “It’s hard not to hate you for that.”

Lucy pulled her hands back, settling them in her lap so that she could unconsciously fiddle with her rings again. “I’m sorry–”

“No; don’t apologize. It’s,” Lizzie squeezed her eyes shut. “It’s not your fault,” she opened them again. “It’s my problem. And I am trying not to hold it against you. I promise I am.” She gave her a small, humorless smile. “I was doing pretty well at it until that day by the canal.”

“It was so selfish of us to take you down there. I’m sorry. We weren’t thinking.”

“Neither was I.”

Lucy nodded, fingers flexing. “I mean it, you know. Tell me if there’s anything that you need from either of us, and I’ll do what I can,” her shoulders raised in a tiny shrug. “The three of us are in this together, now.”

“Thank you.” Lizzie murmured. “I appreciate that. Really. It’s just so,” she hesitated, searching for the word, and finally simply settled on, “hard.”

Lucy nodded. Outside, she could hear the sounds of cars. “It’s difficult for me too.”

Lizzie shot her a quizzical look, and Lucy squirmed in her seat uncomfortably.

“I can’t have children,” she explained in a soft voice, hoping that would be enough clarification as to what she meant. Lizzie’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Lucy nodded. Lizzie’s brows pinched, pale hand reaching out to rest her long fingers on her knee.

“I’m sorry.”

Lucy just shrugged. “I’ve mostly made peace with it, I think.”

“I always wondered why you and Tommy didn’t have any of your own.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why.” It certainly wasn’t for lack of trying. She had made a half joke, many years ago, that if there was a way for her to get pregnant, Tommy surely would have figured it out by now.

She looked back at Lizzie. I suppose we both have something that the other wants, then.

The clock on the wall chimed, and when she looked in its direction, it was to find that far more time had passed while talking to Lizzie than she’d thought.

“I, um, I should get going. I promised Tommy I would be back at the office before lunch.”

“Right,” Lizzie withdrew her hand from her knee and sighed. “I don’t suppose you have any idea when this mess with the Italians will all be over, do you?”

“Soon, I think.” I hope, she corrected.

“Have you beheaded any more Italians lately?”

Lucy felt a tiny smile prick at the edges of her lips. “Not yet.”

One side of Lizzie’s lips quirked upwards. “Personal feelings about you aside, I am glad that my baby will have you to be there for them.”

A rush of emotion washed over Lucy at that, looking away with a small smile as they both stood. Fumbling with her rings one last time before letting her hands drop to her sides, she raised her head to look up at Lizzie. “Thank you for letting me be involved. Really. It means a lot.”

Lizzie nodded, and walked her to the door.

“I’ll talk to you later?” Lucy asked, a teeny, tiny bead of hope, that maybe the friendship they’d been on their way to building before this whole mess had blown up in their faces could be salvaged, had begun to bloom despite her attempts to temper it.

“Yeah,” Lizzie nodded. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too.” Pulling her cap out of her pocket, she reached for the door handle and twisted it open.

She barely had time to process the towering, dark suit-clad figure standing on the other side of it, or the cocked hat on his head and the toothpick wedged between his teeth, before a hand, fingers adorned with rings, crashed in a vicious backhand across her face. The side of her head slammed hard into the doorframe, and she went sprawling to the ground, dazed, black spots appearing across her vision. Somewhere behind her, she heard Lizzie scream.

She hardly was able to make out the figure of Luca Changretta, still looming over her in the doorway, before his booted foot swung into her face, and everything went dark.

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Lizzie braced a hand on the wall of the narrow hallway leading from the front door into the sitting room, staring in open-mounted horror at where Lucy lay in a crumpled, unmoving heap in the entryway. Luca stared down at the little redhead for a moment, checking to make sure that she was truly unconscious, before he lifted his head, and met Lizzie’s eyes with a huge, face splitting grin.

“Hello, Lizzie.”

There were three men crowded in behind him, and behind his elbow, she spotted the face of her gardener peering in at her.

The phone call. She only vaguely could recall him coming in, the hum of his voice from the kitchen while she was busy with Lucy in the sitting room. Oh, God…

Staggering back a few steps, she turned to run towards the backdoor, but only got so far as the sitting room before skidding to a halt at the crunch of wood splintering as the door was kicked in, two Italians shouldering past the wrecked wood to block her way out.

“Get that to the car,” Luca snapped his fingers, nodding at Lucy. “And don’t forget to bind her hands and feet. I want one of you watching her at all times in case she wakes up.”

“No–” Lizzie took a step forward, as if there was anything she could possibly do to stop them. Luca’s gaze shot back up to her, and with another grin, he stepped over Lucy while the men behind him grabbed her by the shoulders and started to drag her away.

“How lucky for you that she was the one who opened the door,” he started conversationally. Lizzie’s hands were shaking, her knees unsteady. Luca took an advancing step closer, fully entering the sitting room, and Lizzie took another back in response, keeping ample space between. Luca seemed unbothered by the action.

“It’s nice to finally make your acquaintance. My brother was so taken with you, he wrote about you often enough in his letters to me, I feel like I almost know you myself.” The sparkle of taunting glee was still in his eyes, but underneath, Lizzie saw fiery rage. “You do remember my little brother, don’t you, Lizzie?”

The mention of Angel was enough to make her stomach turn with guilt. Poor, poor Angel. She’d been trying to get over Tommy, since at the time he’d been engaged to Grace and happy with his newborn boy. And Angel had been there, this sweet Italian boy who doted on her, and who she had genuinely thought that she’d started to love.

But not enough. Not enough for her to quit her job with the Shelbys so that they could be together. Not enough to keep her from breaking up with him when tensions rose between the two families. Not enough for her to mourn all that long after John and Arthur slit his throat. Not enough for her to stop working for his killers. Not enough to say no when Tommy and Lucy had started coming to her again for sex.

“Yes. Yes, of course I remember Angel. I’m so sorry about what happened–”

Luca continued to grin, but his eyes were deep dark pits of hate. “And yet, you’ve had no problem running around with the men who killed him.” He took another step closer.

She was shaking like a leaf and didn’t know how to stop. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. “I’m sorry–” she tried again.

No, no, not my baby. Please don’t hurt my baby.

“I don’t want to hear your fucking apologies!” he roared in her face, hot breath fanning across her cheeks. “I want my fucking family back!”

“Please,” she managed to catch her breath enough to be able to speak, but his hand was tight enough around her throat that it made drawing in air difficult. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

“Mr. Changretta.” It was her gardener, hovering by the sofa, clutching his dirty gloves. Luca growled in annoyance, fingers flexing against Lizzie’s throat.

“Matteo, get this man paid and out of here–”

“Mr. Changretta, she’s pregnant,” the gardener interpreted. “I heard Winters say something about it.”

Luca froze, his eyes shifting back to Lizzie, like a shark that had just caught the scent of blood in the water. His jaw twitched, teeth grinding together. She could see something click behind his eyes, and her terror tripled.

��Whose?” he asked, grip tightening around her neck. If she made it out of this alive, she would for certain have bruises all up and down the column of her pale throat.

“Please…” she sobbed.

“Tommy Shelby bought you this fucking house…” Luca’s eyes swept across the sitting room. “Despite you recently leaving his employment.”

“I’m sorry–”

“Is it his!?”

He’s going to kill me, she thought, panic intensifying. “Yes,” she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Luca laughed, and it was the worst sound Lizzie had ever heard. “Well, well. How nice that is for you. Congratulations,” his words dripped with sarcasm and venom. “Still a whore, I see. No matter what you prefer to fancy yourself as these days.” He looked over his shoulder, towards the front door where his men had taken Lucy out to where Lizzie had to presume the car was. His face swung back around to hers. “Does Winters know? Is that why she came here?”

Lizzie just whimpered, pressing her lips together. His fingers were digging so hard against her windpipe that she doubted she could have spoken if she’d wanted to. Luca’s face contracted, smile dropping way to a look of pure hatred, his hands squeezed hard enough to completely cut off any more oxygen, and Lizzie let out a soft choking sound. But a moment later, he let her go, and her head fell forward as she coughed and wheezed, lungs expanding as she hastily sucked in air. Luce seized her by the cheeks instead, tilting her head up until the back of her skull rested against the wall.

“Hm…in light of this…new information, I’m going to change my plans for you. You see, I was planning to let my boys here,” he nodded to the men guarding the back exit, “smack you around a little. I would like to kill you for this. And maybe someday I will.” He leaned forward, until their noses were almost touching. “After Mr. Shelby is dead. Maybe I’ll kill you and your child. Maybe I’ll kill you and take the child into my family.” He shrugged. “I suppose that we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Lizzie felt a burst of frantic protectiveness for the tiny life growing inside of her, manifesting itself in a ferocious glare that made Luca chuckle.

“But not today. I made a deal, you see, with Mr. Shelby, not to harm any children. Vile as his spawn may be. Our people have traditions of honor. I’d hate for him to think that I’d gone back on my word.” His face retreated from hers, though his hand remained, squeezing crushingly at her cheeks, pushing her head painfully against the wall. “As for Miss. Winters, she’s coming with us. She and I have unfinished business. You can tell Tommy that we took her. Or not.”

Lizzie’s eyes widened at the suggestion; at the choice he was offering her.

“The decision is yours. Either way,” Luca shrugged, “he won’t be able to find her until it’s too late.” He laughed. “Really, you should be thanking me. Seems like by getting rid of her, I may be solving a very irksome problem for you.”

When she said and did nothing, his smile fell, and he leaned in close again, speaking in a hoarse, hissing whisper.

“Remember, once all the Shelbys are gone, I’ll be coming for you.” His hand dropped suddenly away, her head falling forward and away from the wall in surprise at no longer having his palm holding her in place.

“Please, don’t–” she started to beg. But Luca’s hand snapped forward, smashing the back of her head brutally against the wall, and the world fell away to blackness.

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harringtown · 2 years ago

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omg from the prompts you just reblogged, 7 and 8 would fit so well with Steve being kicked out and reader coming for him 😭

ok this was written primarily on my lunch break so its even less edited than normal but i have a Lot of Feelings about it ajdj

The phonebooth’s walls press in around Steve’s sides, and the rain smacking the glass is like a stampede, falling so hard it shakes the booth.

Steve’s fingers tremble as he dials the only number he knows will pick up.

One ring. Two. Three—

“Hello?” Your voice comes through the speaker a little garbled, and your tone is thick with sleep.

“Hey,” Steve says, palming the back of his neck. “I know it’s late, and I’m sorry if I woke you up, but I—“

“Steve,” you say. “What’s going on?”

A sob claws up his throat and he barely strangles it back down in time to say, “I had no one else to call.”

You go quiet for a second. Then, he hears muffled noises, like you’re moving on the other side of the line.

“Where are you?” You ask. “I’m coming to get you.”

Steve lets out a shaky breath. Tips his head back against the photobooth glass.

“Phonebooth. Main street,” he whispers.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

You hang up before Steve can tell you he doesn’t have anywhere to go, anyway.

The sleet makes the drive take twice as long, and when you pull up, the phonebooth is the only light on the street. You can see the silhouette inside, arms wrapped around his torso, head tipped back against the glass. On the floor near his feet is a duffel bag.

Your heart sinks. You park the car a few yards from the phonebooth and climb out into the rain. Steve unbolts the phonebooth door and slips outside, slinging his duffel over his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “My dad and I got in this big fight, and next thing I know he’s throwing me out the front door—“

“It’s okay,” you say, crossing the asphalt to meet him. “It’s okay.”

“It’s definitely not okay. I have no place to stay, and who knows if he’ll even let me take my car—“

“You’re coming home with me,” you say.

Steve frowns. His gaze falls and darts back up to your face, a sly grin tugging on his lips.

“Ducklings, huh?”

He gestures to your pajama pants, pastel blue with a bunch of cartoon ducks printed over it. You scrunch your nose.

“You are not talking shit about my outfit right now,” you say.

Steve’s smile widens—becomes more genuine. “Oh, I’m not talking shit. I think you look adorable.”

You’re grateful for the dark and its ability to hide your blush.

“Do those lines really work on girls?” you ask.

“I mean, more of less,” he says, shrugging a shoulder, “but I don’t really care about other girls. Does it work on you?”

You peer up at him, through the rain and the dark, and can’t help the smile that lifts your lips. Shaking your head, you stretch up to press a kiss to his wet cheek, and say, “Get in the damn car, Harrington.”

And with a smug smile, he does.

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daimyosprincess · 2 years ago

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OK FIRST OF ALL that Boba gif nearly k-worded me on the spot

SECOND OF ALL I am now in my FEELINGS at WORK because I read this on my lunch break 😩

THIRD it is such an honor to be up there with gas station energy drinks, they are the back bone of society

Fett gave his Princess as much space as she needed, but he could not help the relief that settled into him every time he found her asleep in his bed. He was a man, after all, and a prideful one at that. His Princess felt safest in his bed and in his arms.

They both give each other such solace I'm SCREAMING. He is her comfort and safety, and she is his peace and joy 😭 Nothing melts Boba's heart and endears him more than seeing her strength in the face of the galaxy's harshness and remaining soft in spite of it.

His lips found hers naturally but his kisses were shallow. There was no rush. He intended to take his time.

When she seemed relaxed and receptive, he ran a firm, comforting hand down her abdomen and between her legs. She was slick and willing, responsive to his touch and slightly breathy. Still, he moved cautiously.

“Princess, mesh’la, there are so many other ways we can enjoy each other.”

He wanted his Princess to feel in control.

As her breathing slowed, he crawled up her body and pulled her onto his chest. He kissed her temple and tucked her head under his chin.

OKAY NOW THIS SCENE??!?!? TOP TIER CONTENT for so many reasons and these are just a few (also if I let myself I would have just quoted the whole thing oops):

He lets her set the pace of their relationship from the beginning

He watches and listens to her body and responses, respecting non-verbal boundaries

He doesn't shame her or even let shame be an option when he sees that she isn't comfortable with penetration

"HE WANTED HIS PRINCESS TO FEEL IN CONTROL"!!!!! Boba knows what it is to feel at the whim of the galaxy and gives his princess what little control he can offer her

The return of the simple, familiar gesture of the temple kiss to signal that all is well, nothing has changed between us, I will protect you I'M YELLING

I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS

Part VI of a fic that is almost solely being driven by @daimyosprincess and gas station energy drinks that taste like straight battery acid.

Okay let’s get ✨spicy✨

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

tw: smut, trauma

…

She did not return to her own bed the next night, or the next, or the one after that. He came to expect her tucked into the bantha hide with Fru curled around her head or draped over her abdomen. Fru would chirp sleepily when he walked in to the bedroom, but a stern shush from Fett would quiet him. He’d quietly unlatch the each piece of his armor, disrobe, and perhaps rinse his face before climbing into bed with her to sleep peacefully until the second sun rose in the sky the next morning.

Fett had mistaken her well honed affectations for a reclamation of her psychological health. In reality, he realized that first night when he held her as she slept, she’d been coping with her deep emotional injuries by drawing inward. She seemed at ease with Drash and brightened considerably when she was with one of her many little desert pets, but anything new or unfamiliar seemed to produce in her a skittishness that bubbled just under the surface. He was regretful at having insisted that she accompany him to town and attend weekly receptions of his subjects to take tributes and hear grievances, and for that unfortunate formal dinner. It was no wonder she buckled under the weight of her unresolved trauma and spent the better part of the following week interacting almost exclusively with her animals.

She woke up late one night. The full moon shown through the large windows and gave the room a glossy blue quality. He felt her stirring and gently rubbed her back through her thin sleeping shift. Thinking she’d awoken from a nightmare, he went to pull her close but she resisted and instead slipped the sleeping shift over her head and pressed her bare chest to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. The soft skin of her back felt incredible on his hands. His lips found hers naturally but his kisses were shallow. There was no rush. He intended to take his time.

She straddled him and rested her head on his shoulder. Very gently, he maneuvered her on to her back and propped himself up on his elbows. She was free to explore his body as he kissed her neck and jawline, and she did so tentatively. When she seemed relaxed and receptive, he ran a firm, comforting hand down her abdomen and between her legs. She was slick and willing, responsive to his touch and slightly breathy. Still, he moved cautiously.

Despite her slickness, when he moved to dip one thick finger inside of her she gasped and tensed. Immediately he brought his hand back up to her cheek and hummed comforting words into her mouth. Tears were forming in the outer corners of her eyes, so he took both of her hands in his and spoke to her in a soothing voice.

“Princess, mesh’la, there are so many other ways we can enjoy each other.”

She sniffed and her face softened. Keeping her hands in his, he kissed his way down her body. He knew she was aroused, but so tight that were he to enter her it would cause her harm. He laced his fingers with hers but did not brace her arms. He wanted his Princess to feel in control. He used gentle pressure to part her legs with his elbows and nipped her inner thigh playfully. She jumped and giggled, beginning to relax through her stomach. He eased her legs a little further apart and found her clit with his nose. She melted into him and he easily found a rhythm with his mouth. He placed one of her hands on the back of his head and reached down between his own legs to free his cock and stroke himself. The leverage allowed her to have more control over the pressure of his mouth on her clit and she made soft, throaty noises and arched into his face. She squeezed his hand tightly as she came, and afterwards he rested his head on her belly as he released into his own hand. He wrapped both arms around her thighs and closed his eyes with his cheek between her hip bones. As her breathing slowed, he crawled up her body and pulled her onto his chest. He kissed her temple and tucked her head under his chin.

…

In the morning, Fennec asked Fett why Fru had come scratching at her door late the previous night. The Princess’ fancy-tooka had slept at the foot of Fennec’s bed and in recounting this, Fennec raised her eyebrows dubiously.

“Animal companions are known to reduce stress, Fennec.”

…

OKAY WELL HERE WE ARE, FRIENDS.

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mune-writes · 3 years ago

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HI 😊

I am back again to put in a song request fic thingy. And I saw that you mentioned that you feel like you've been neglecting the ever so lovely Robin Buckley, I have a fic idea for her 💞

Ok, so the song is Sidelines by Phoebe Bridgers. Specifically the lyric, 'then you came into my life, gave me something to lose.'

And it's just so angsty and they're in love and the whole mess of the lake gate upside down thing happens and they think they're gonna die 😭 but then they get out and they have a really emotional moment in the kitchen of Eddie's trailer

I hope this made sense lmao

r. buckley || sidelines

A/N: anon, I love u and that amazing brain of urs but good god how do you expect me to write something inspired by a phoebe bridgers song without collapsing to the floor and crying?????? also i tried like,, not to make it too angsty bc im not trying to manifest any character deaths :'D

Robin x wlw!Reader

tw: slight mentions of throwing up, mentions of death (nothing too intense tho), slight angst to comfort, spoilers for stranger things s4 (and season 1, 2, & 3,, but tbh why are u reading this if u haven’t seen any of them?)

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You had never been afraid of death.

After all, you had stared death in the face and simply flipped the grim reaper your middle finger as you survived time and time again along with Steve, Dustin, and the others. You were right there with them from the very beginning, from the day Will Byers had gone missing, you were the only person who gave Joyce the benefit of the doubt when she revealed to you the lights and the letters she had painted on the wall, telling you that Will was somehow communicating to her. Then came the demogorgons in all their unholy wrath, that you fought off fiercely; you remembered the way your body had reacted before your brain did, soaking a machete with gasoline before setting it on fire to ward off the borderline demonic creature.

You were there for the demodogs, the dark dust cloud that had somehow possessed Will, fighting yet another hoard of monsters while simultaneously keeping a watchful eye over the kids, and the new addition to your team: Max. You were there when Billy showed up, brass knuckles you had stolen from your father decorating your fingers as you threw him a punch to the gut, causing him to keel over in time for Max to inject him, knocking him out.

You had begun working at a JCPenny when Starcourt opened, using your job to your advantage as you listened to people’s conversations while you organized and laid out clothes, running to Scoops Ahoy to feed Steve and Dustin any intel.

That was when you met Robin, Robin Buckley, with her short strawberry blonde hair, pretty blue eyes that you swear you could get lost in; like lying on your back as you floated in the ocean, relaxing at the sound of calming waves. The way she often rambled made you smile, the simple way in which she just talked with that raspy, upbeat voice of hers sent your heart aflutter, she was too cute.

In those initial days of knowing her, giggling at her sarcastic, snarky jokes that always seemed to be directed at Steve and his inability to get any action, pacing around the back room of the ice cream shop during your lunch break as the two of listened to the Russian recording in an attempt to decode it, you couldn’t help the growing affection you had for her.

What started out as a soft spot for her turned into fierce protectiveness as the three of you were strapped to chairs by Russian military. You remembered how you screamed at them when Robin and you were taken to a separate room away from Steve, how you kicked and strained at your restraints whenever they had attempted to do something to her.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her!” You yelled so intensely that your throat felt rough afterwards, momentarily stunning the Russian officer.

Once the three of you had escaped, you sprinted to the bathroom first, throwing up your insides. As you heard Robin barf, despite your own nausea, you needed to ensure she was okay, so you stood up and walked over to the stall she was in, you knelt beside her on the floor, held her hair up as she vomited, and rubbed her back soothingly.

The three of you had sat on the floor, after the heart to heart the three of you had when you had been captured, another one was set to ensue as Robin asked you and Steve if you had ever been in love before. You remember Steve’s answer, obviously: his ever lasting love for Nancy Wheeler. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but fidget with your clothing, shrugging at your words: “I don’t think I’ve ever been in love before, but uh, there’s this girl—“

Robin’s eyes widened at your words, while Steve had remained neutral, he was the first person you had come out to, after all, he was your best friend, and he was there for you as your cried about your fear of being unable to find love in the conservative town of Hawkins.

That was when it was Robin’s turn to speak. You couldn’t help the feeling as your heart sank when you had discovered she had a crush of Tammy Thompson. You spirits were immediately uplifted as Steve joked about her, calling her a muppet.

Soon, the battle of Starcourt had ensued. You looked on in horror as Billy had sacrificed himself, turning your gaze away at the terrifying scene before you.

And for while, you were at peace, despite the nightmares and images from the past haunting your mind at night, it all faded away whenever you hung out with Steve and Robin. For once, the three of you could act like normal teenagers, using the jobs you guys had at Family Video to rent out the best movies to watch at either of your houses, curling up next to Robin as you feigned fear whenever you watched a horror movie. You were most definitely not a scaredy cat, of all the things you had to endure the past three years? Bitch, please. But you found any excuse you could just to be next to her.

In spite of your feelings for her, you couldn't help but keep it all in, too afraid to ruin the wonderful friendship you had with her. So you stood on the sidelines as you watched her snicker with Vicki during the basketball game, swallowing the lump in your throat when you saw her smile for someone else.

Now, things happened as they always did: they took a turn for the worst, as news upon students’ murders overtook the once quiet town of Hawkins. Yet another mystery for you all to solve as you had made it your mission to prove Eddie Munson’s innocence. Amid curses from an evil, grotesque being called Vecna, you had somehow managed to go through it without a hint of fear.

Until you had managed to find yourself in the Upside Down along with Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Robin.

As soon as Robin jumped off the boat, you dove straight right in after her.

While you fought the demobats, you swung your weapon just in time before it had attacked Robin. In that moment, for the first time in your life, you had felt fear crawl up your spine. That was when your head filled with countless thoughts, anxious and worried about what would happen to the five of you, to Robin, in a place that was neither here nor there, a place that only feigned familiarity to mimic a darker, more dangerous version of Hawkins.

As the group traversed through the darkness, you couldn’t help but lace your arm through Robin’s, a gesture that would ensure her safety with her next to you.

Robin had noticed this, glancing in your direction with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just—just stay next to me, okay?” You say, holding her closer.

As your thoughts swarmed your head, one thought stuck out in particular: what if Robin would be Vecna’s next victim?

You pushed the thought away, shoved it to the very recesses if your mind, but for some reason it always managed to make its way back to the front Your eyebrows furrowed as you chewed on your lower lip, running your mind through what Robin’s favorite songs were, god forbid it would ever come to that. Through any and all danger that came your way, you vowed to yourself that you’d be the one bleeding on the ground before anyone or anything so much as harmed Robin. You would be there for her, protect her as much as you could, even if it was the last thing you would ever do.

Another quake has the five of you struggling to stand, the force of the shockwave caused Robin hurtling towards the ground—curse her inept coordination—but you moved just in time, wrapping your arms around her head, twisting yourself around so that she fell atop you and not the hard ground below you.

“(y/n), thanks, but um, you—you can let go now.” She had stuttered, only for you to realize you had been holding her longer than you should have, even after the tremors had ceased.

“Sorry.” You mumble as you release her. She held her hand out towards you, helping you up.

Her fingers interlace with yours, and she doesn’t ever let go even when the group continues their way towards Nancy’s house.

You weren’t scared of death. You weren’t scared of anything.

But as you glanced around the hellish world the five of you were stuck in, eye peeled for any impending danger as red lightning flashed through the sky, with Robin squeezing your hand whenever she heard even the faintest noise that could signal trouble, you felt adrenaline course through your veins.

Now you had found out your one and only fear: losing her.

After you had made contact with the others on the other side, the five of you biked towards Eddie’s trailer.

You can’t help the grin on your face, relief washing over you as the makeshift rope Dustin and the others had created drops down into the world you were trapped in.

You gestured for Robin to go first, ensuring that she would be safe, even in what seemed to be the last leg of your journey. You watched her fall on the mattress, exhaling in solace that she was finally out of this hellhole.

It was your turn to heave yourself up, and as soon as you reached the other side, landing on Eddie’s mattresses, you got up and made your way towards Robin who was by the kitchen sink, staring blankly at the wall.

Anxiety takes over your senses, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with panic. “Robin? Robin!”

She snaps out of her thoughts as you called out her name. Another wave of relief hits you as you run into her, enveloping her in your arms.

“Woah, (nickname), you alright?”

“Don’t scare me like that.” You mumble against her shoulder, tears brimming your eyes as all your anxieties make their way up the surface.

“Hey, I’m okay, see? I’m fine, it’s okay.” She says comfortingly, stroking your back to soothe you.

You pull away from her, but your arms never unwrap themselves from her waist.

She brushes your hair from your forehead, furrowing her eyebrows with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “It’s just—with everything that’s happening, I’m, I’m just,” you stammer, taking in a deep breath to prevent your tears from spilling. “I’m scared, Robin. I don’t want to lose you.”

Robin’s eyes soften at your words and cradles your head so your face is tucked into where her neck and shoulder meet.

“It’s, it’s scary, I know, this isn’t like anything we’ve ever seen before. But hey, aren’t you the badass gal who fought a demogorgon with basically a flaming sword? The same person who tore through the Mind Flayer’s flesh, I mean, you literally just took down three demobats on your own, you’ve got this.”

You shake your head again, holding her closer to you.

“It’s different now, Robin.” You mumble against her skin, taking in her scent, memorizing it, in case of the worst case scenario.

“How is it different?” She mutters, smoothening out your hair.

You pull away slightly, a single tear makings it’s way past your cheek.

“I have so much more to lose now.”

“What do you mean by that?”

You sigh, through everything that was happening, it was not or never.

“I have you, now, Robin. And I never want to lose you.”

At your admission, Robin’s eyes widen slightly before going back to their original shape. Throwing all inhibitions away, she leans her forehead on yours, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

“You’re not going to lose me, I promise.”

“And I’ll make sure of it,” you say with conviction before swallowing. “Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Her eyes fill with sadness as she takes your hand in hers.

“Don’t say that, (y/n), we’ll be fine, we always end up fine.”

“But this isn’t like those last times, the odds are stacked against us and if we have to face those odds I am more than willing to die for you—“

“Screw the odds!” Robin exclaims. “I’m not losing you, either. Never. So please, stop thinking like that, it hurts me when you do.” Her voice shakes, cracks, as she utters out those words.

You lick your lips, nodding silently, you would never want to hurt her.

As you stare into her blue eyes that you swear you could get lost in each time you looked, she closed the gap between the two of you, placing her lips softly on yours, and you return the gesture.

In that moment, your mind finally quiets, your worries cease. In that single moment there is quiet amongst the chaos, there is light in the darkness, because Mindflayer or Vecna be damned if they ever came between the two of you.

As her lips gently move against yours, there you two are, just two teenagers holding each other lovingly, illuminated by the kitchen light. Not fighting for your lives, not risking it all for the greater good, just you and Robin.

Your Robin.

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