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Olivia Benson x fem! reader

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Summary : Detective Y/N Y/L/N, part of Olivia Benson’s Special Victims Unit, faces a life-threatening situation during a suspect’s arrest, chasing this one into an ultimate falls to his death. Injured but alive, Y/N finds herself in an hospital room, receiving stern words from Olivia about her reckless actions.

A/N : Hello my loves. I'm finally sharing this first Olivia X reader with you. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. There are a few people I can't identify in the taglist, I'm sorry.

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This afternoon, the streets seemed even more crowded than usual. The vehicles flooded the roads, coming from every corner and blocking the main way out.

Behind a queue of about ten of them, a police car came to a sudden halt. The alarm was on, and the blue and red flashing lights blinded anyone who looked in that direction.

But no one moved.

Not even the sound of a horn persuaded the citizens of New York to get out of the path.

Amanda’s grip on the wheel only tightened. She had never been able to understand the reason behind people’s insensitivity to this kind of thing. It was such an easy thing to understand. Besides, someone’s life often depended on it. Yet, there she was, turning furiously midway, her partner gasping in surprise, her shirt now stained with hot coffee.

— Dude, can’t you just warn before doing that kind of thing?

The blonde gave a brief glance to her passenger. She expected to find her glued to the door, her fingers clenched around the top handle, but she didn’t.

Y/N was desperately trying to absorb the contents of her cup on her worktop. The wipers provided with her order, finally finding their use.

While most people would have been annoyed about staining a piece of clothing, the young detective was not. She seemed much more upset about losing a few drops of her beverage. The former could still be replaced, but the latter was definitely needed.

— Sorry about your shirt.

— Yeah, well you owe me a coffee.

The driver’s smile only widened when she heard her partner muttering complaints. She knew her well enough to say that it had nothing to do with that slight accident. It was cute. Of course, it was. But Amanda could see through it. She knew it had nothing to do with the coffee. Sure, the days were long and their job involved finding stimulants to stay awake, but Y/N was never acting like that. Something was different. And who better to notice than someone who practically lived with her?

— Sure you’re okay?

— Rollins, it’s just a shirt. I think I can get over it.

Amanda gave her a knowing glance. She expected this kind of answer from the young officer. Everyone knew what kind of person she was.

Committed, she was always the first to arrive at the precinct and the last to leave. She was practically married to the job by now. And though Kat had trouble following orders, Y/N did not. She was the perfect partner. Amanda couldn’t remember a time when Y/N had lost control. But these days, everything seemed to fall apart.

It began with a couple of small comments, here and there, a bit too harsh coming from Y/N’s mouth. Next up, her silence during the team talk was a concerning factor for Amanda. If anyone always had something to add to the investigation, it was her. This ranged from a simple detail no one had noticed, to scientific or sociological facts. It was often complicated to keep the detective quiet, so her lack of involvement was bound to catch the eye. That and the fact the blonde had seen her leave the bunks two mornings in a row at the exact same time.

Sure, it was just the addition of minor details. But the older woman’s gut was not wrong, not about this. Something was wrong with her partner. And it had nothing to do with a simple lack of caffeine.

— Oh, don’t give me that kind of look.

— But you’re not telling me the truth, Y/N/N!

Y/N huffed quietly. At times in her life, she hated being around people whose job was to investigate. She cursed them all equally. She just couldn’t help herself the last few days. Her anger was aimed at a specific and unique person, but that person being in law enforcement themselves, it was almost overwhelming to go to work every day. Time seemed to run too slowly there. The only moments she enjoyed were those outside the building. The cold New York weather allowed her to clear her mind and take a deep breath. And she always had something to do, after all the city never slept.

—Like you don’t keep anything to yourself, huh?

Amanda faintly spluttered. Everyone knew she had had difficult times, but she wasn't the only one. And now that she was honest with herself, she knew she had made mistakes. One thing’s for sure, she did not want her partner to replicate these.

— I made some mistakes, most of them I don’t want you to repeat.

— I seriously doubt you did this one.

That was all she could get out of the young detective. Amanda knew it as she watched her turn toward the window. The mere reflection of her face gave her a glimpse of what she was really feeling inside, a sweet mixture of anger and bitterness. Whatever the problem was, it wasn't something they could fix with a drink. And this worried the blonde even more.

— Just promise me you won't do anything stupid.

These words captured the passenger's interest again. She arched an eyebrow at her partner, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. Knowing their duo’s dynamics, she had dozens of retorts on the tip of her tongue, all of them a little more mischievous than the last. Instead, she just shook her head gently. Amanda didn't have to know how upset she was about the whole thing. She didn’t deserve to worry so much. And Y/N certainly had no right to be such a burden to her partner.

— Like what? Jumping off a building? y/n chuckled at the blonde’s glare. Relax. I won’t do anything of that kind, I promise.

At that very moment, the young detective genuinely meant it. She had not gotten up with such an idea in mind. If jumping off a building was regarded as a very stupid gesture, she considered her routine more so.

It was in the way the precinct’s bunks were beginning to feel like home. And how she spent every second of her days with the badge on her waist. She had no idea when she had last stepped into her apartment for more than a shower. Her desk was overflowing with paperwork and books in which she always found a way to bury herself. It was much more than a way to distract herself. At all costs, she avoided raising her head, out of fear of meeting the gaze that froze her every time. The path she was on was, for that matter, significantly more dangerous than whatever stupid thing Amanda was thinking about.

But she could not say that to her.

To anyone, actually.

— Weren't we just called to make sure that this jerk wasn't prowling around the residence?

In any other context, Y/N would have felt like a fool. Her back nearly arched as she tried to make out what was going on in a street they weren't even close to yet. She may have lacked sleep and insight into her personal life, but her cop intuition never failed her.

— You'd be sure of that if you'd listened to a single word the captain said.

— Something’s wrong.

Amanda brought them to the next intersection before momentarily stopping the car. The sight over her partner’s shoulder sent a chill down her spine. Despite years of experience, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline every time. The crowd of cops down the street certainly wasn’t helping. They were everywhere. Mostly hidden behind their vehicles. But their vests did not go unnoticed and neither did their weapons pointed at a specific target.

— Crap, I hate when you’re right about this stuff.

— Hum…what was that you were saying about our captain again? y/n faced her friend with a teasing smile on her face. She couldn’t help herself. Always listen to what sh–

The sudden acceleration of the vehicle silenced Y/N. She felt grateful once again that her belt was keeping her safe. No day went by without her being in some kind of danger, but she never thought she’d have to worry about dying while Amanda was behind the wheel.

— Would you please stop doing that? cried the younger detective, her hands still clutching the top handle. And since when do you drive so badly? Damn it.

— Guess now you’ll stop driving like a maniac if I let you get behind the wheel.

The door swung shut before she could react. She stepped out of the car herself and walked over to Amanda. A vest was tossed in her face before she could even think about opening her mouth. But anyone who thought she would have given up so easily was wrong.

— I do not drive like a maniac.

Her friend gave her a knowing look as she closed the trunk. Now was definitely not the time to have this kind of conversation, but Amanda was glad her partner hadn’t lost everything that made her the person she was.

She was relentless, both in her work and in her personal life. To be defeated by a suspect in an interrogation room was a rare occurrence. Within the profession, many officers wondered about her career choice. They could imagine her leaving the field to terrify judges in a courtroom. Perhaps because they were themselves scared to death to face her. Seeking victory in a debate with a woman like Y/N was a waste of time. She knew when she was wrong, and would always acknowledge it. Nevertheless, she also knew when she was right. And in those moments, Amanda was the first to grab a bag of popcorn.

— That you do.

The detective’s hands found the velcro on the vest from memory as she was too busy glowering at her friend. The protection weighed on her shoulders. It was almost enough to give her a reason to fall apart. That, and the weight of life that was beginning to take its toll on her.

Slightly defeated, she stomped over to Amanda to catch up with her. She knew the other detective was right. Her anger was evident in the way she drove. Since then, she was assigned the role of co-pilot. It was okay. But she loathed being deprived of her usual distraction. It was starting to loop in her mind. She needed a way out.

— Detective Rollins and Y/L/N, Special Victims Unit.

Amanda shoved her badge in the man’s direction, half-expecting him to tell her to piss off. He dominated the scene with his large stature and a rank evident to all. The rookies were following his orders and keeping their mouths shut. Something that obviously wouldn't work with Olivia Benson-trained agents. He didn't seem to mind, guiding the two detectives as close as possible to the scene. But then, the mere idea of having to send men into the building made him raise his chin in an authoritative, disapproving manner.

— Our only witness is trapped in this building, Rollins began the fight, finger pointing accusingly. I don't care how, I want that man in custody.

If one of them had looked up for even half a second, instead of fighting over who had the biggest –which was obviously Y/N in this situation– they might have been able to stop the young detective in her tracks. Amanda had had enough of listening to the man's whining as he waved his rank in her face. And her colleague, the one she was supposed to look after, was tired of simply waiting.

As discreet as a mouse in the middle of the city, Y/N circled the building and quickly found a fire escape. It wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind when the impulse to walk into the building first came to her, but she couldn't really say she'd given it much thought. With a bit of imagination, and a little help from a trash container, she managed to pull herself up to the top. Now, maybe that was the beginning of a crazy idea. She could already imagine her partner and captain scolding her - if, and only if, she managed to get out of there alive and intact.

At the top of the stairs leading to the third floor, the detective stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of their suspect's agitated voice.

Thomas Patterson, 45, suspected of having violently abused his wife before killing her, and of abusing his stepdaughter - Johanne Morales. The man's profile was clear: a respectful-looking husband and father-in-law, loved by all, carefree, but once the door was closed he turned into a control freak with urges he simply couldn't escape. He clearly hadn't planned to kill his wife. The autopsy had revealed signs of haste and mistakes that a man like Patterson would never have made if he had prepared properly. But he had made mistakes. His blows had been too violent, Johanne had interrupted him, and he'd had to finish the job quickly - too quickly, in order to hide his crime.

Y/N had studied his profile carefully. That's what she did best, that and avoiding her captain. She knew he was restless, nervous, ready to do anything to cover up his actions. The final piece of the puzzle was to eliminate the only witness, the one who would go all the way to court to see him take the fall. She had an advantage over him. She was there, so close to the goal, and he was unaware of her presence. At least, that was until Amanda's voice came through the radio.

— Y/L/N, you've got two seconds to get your butt over here.

The young detective could have banged her own head against the wall. Boy, had she been stupid on that one. She clenched her jaw, the urge to bite her fist growing cumbersome as she prayed Thomas hadn't heard. But he definitely did.

A front door opened slowly, the creaking hinges betraying the building’s condition. The man was probably armed, the sound of the guard echoing in the empty corridor. Each of his steps shook the wooden floor and sent a current of adrenalin through Y/N's veins. He was getting closer. She could smell him and his perfume. Him and her fear.

As soon as he was close enough to round the corner of the stairwell, the young detective took this as her cue. She charged at the man, her hands reaching for the 9mm held firmly in his rough, bleeding hands. In a split second, the magazine slid out and collapsed on the floor. She sent it tumbling down a few steps with her boot, before landing a knee into the suspect’s parts. This only confused him for the briefest moment. He was on her again before she could even flinch. Her body hit the wall with a heavy thud, the vest shielding her body from the heavy impact. However, the man’s hands found her neck and tightened their grip, pulling her head violently forward and then pushing it back, slamming it against the concrete wall.

He repeated the motion twice more, the detective’s pleas of pain provoking a feeling he himself could not begin to describe. Y/N wasn’t done with him yet. He clearly wanted to lash out at a woman and had a nasty habit of underestimating them all. Only, today wasn’t his lucky day. He was forced into the apartment where he had deliberately tied up the young Johanne. It was his turn to bang into something. The dresser barely tilted behind him, but the vase crashed hard against the top of his skull. He felt the water run down his face, the smell of freshly bought flowers wafting through the air.

Back in a corner, Johanne tried desperately to struggle out of her bonds, her words puffed out by the duct tape over her mouth. She could only witness the struggle between her back-up and her assailant. Watching as Y/N unloaded all her pent-up anger on the man who had dared to cause so much harm. In one smooth motion, Thomas grabbed the detective’s gun, a triumphant glint in his eyes. Hope was soon lost, his chances of getting out of there alive and free close to zero. His opponent was relentless and had no intention of letting him slip away. His only option, he realized, a flash of light reflecting off the window, was to drag the detective with him in his fall.

Outside, Amanda was still arguing with the man in charge of operations. He hadn’t given up and neither had she. Only when, as the argument continued to escalate, gunshots were heard, followed by the shattering of a window pane, did they come to an agreement. The plan didn’t even have time to take shape before two bodies flew out of the building.

First, the blonde saw the man she recognized as their suspect crash hard to the ground, the collision knocking him down instantly. Then came a tremendous thump and the shrill sound of a car alarm. Straight ahead of her, on one of the patrol cars, had landed Y/N. The height of the fall meant that the roof of the vehicle had been crushed and some of the windows smashed. That wasn't what Amanda was most worried about. Her partner, the one who'd promised her she wouldn't do anything stupid – like jumping off the third floor of a building, was sprawled motionless on the broken glass, blood on the back of her skull.

— Oh my God, Y/N, in one stride, she was as close as she could get to her friend. Call an ambulance. Now!

For once, the man made himself useful, radio in hand, as he asked for help. He now stood with one, maybe two, even three victims to deal with if the detective didn't make it. He could already imagine the damage it would do to his career. Besides, he knew Captain Benson very well and had no desire to mess with her.

Needless was his worry. The more Amanda studied her friend, the more she realized how lucky she’s been. Y/N was simply stunned, staring at the New York sky with an uncharacteristic intensity. She began to laugh, full-throated, heartily. It was probably the adrenaline pumping again. Tears joined the party, leaving funny marks on her bloody cheeks. Suddenly, she remembered.

— Johanne. She's alive. Up there. Y/N looked up at Amanda expectantly. She needs help.

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Captain Olivia Benson had seen enough in her career not to let anxiety get the better of her. She had been beaten, kidnapped, almost died and dragged through the mud in front of an entire courtroom. She had reached a point where facing certain types of suspects no longer made her lose her footing.

But someone was bound to make her lose it.

Briskly, almost to the point of knocking herself off her feet, she made her way through the corridors of a hospital she knew all too well. The distinctive clatter of her heels against the floor blended perfectly with the incessant beeping and distant hubbub of such a place. She wasn't there to see a victim, as she often was. Her hasty and agitated demeanor only aroused the suspicions of the medical staff who had crossed paths with her so many times. It wasn't just a professional matter.

It hadn't been for a long time.

When Olivia reached room 212, she didn't spare a moment's hesitation. One of her youngest detectives and latest recruit was sitting wisely on the edge of the bed, her legs wriggling in the air like a child's. A nurse was visibly busy behind her, dropping more and more glass flakes into her tray as she went. She leaned against the doorframe, arms folded tightly against her chest, eyes focused on the sight that made her stomach hurt in spite of herself.

She watched as Y/N's chest, covered in dried blood, continued to pulsate with every breath, as hematomas were already starting to spread across her face and torso, and as her plain face twisted in pain as soon as the nurse reached for another piece of glass. Just a few days ago, her first instinct would have been to rush to her protégé’s side and calm the agony she knew to be growing in her heart. But she'd vowed to keep her distance and stay in her current position: Captain Benson, unit chief.

All too quickly for the young detective's liking, the nurse finished her treatment and left the two law enforcement agents behind. Olivia had had the decency to wait until the door was closed before lashing out at her, which didn't stop Y/N from rolling her eyes. She'd already imagined this conversation - or rather, monologue - and knew she wouldn't come out of it unscathed. She'd probably lose her badge. No matter, she'd already lost her heart.

— Have you completely lost your mind? You could’ve been killed.

This was the cue for a lengthy sermon that she couldn't escape. The words left Olivia's mouth at a speed that seemed unbearable. She paced back and forth, her arms stretching out in waves of frustration and indignation, her cheeks rosy with emotion. She'd done some stupid things herself when she was just a rookie, but throwing herself off the third floor of a building had never been on the list.

— Are you done? y/n arched an eyebrow as Olivia finally paused. I saved a life today. While Amanda and that jerk were fighting over who had the biggest, which apparently I did.

— No, you refused to follow orders. Not only did you put yourself in danger, you put everyone's lives in danger. Heaven help us again that you were wearing your vest, otherwise it could have been a lot worse.

— I don't know why you care so much, you're just my boss!

Although these words were intended to hurt Olivia, it was Y/N who took the brunt of the blow. It was one thing to know that their relationship had been reduced to this, but it was quite another to admit it in person. The brunette was no longer entitled to worry so much, to ask her to watch out and send her a text as soon as she got home. Whatever had been was no more.

— Right, Olivia broke into an almost scoffing snort. Let me tell you, as your captain, that you won't be leaving the precinct for a long time.

— You’re benching me? Liv, you can’t do this!

— What you did was completely irresponsible. You don't want to follow orders, fine. But you're not leaving this desk without my permission.

The young detective had been holding her breath for a long time– far too long. She'd spent days avoiding conflict, lamenting in her corner, mourning the end of a story she'd thought would last forever. It wasn't just about what had just happened, it was something else, something more personal. She felt as if Olivia had no idea how to express her concern, as if her only option was to play the role of the big bad boss. But she was tired of hiding, of running away, of avoiding confrontation.

— Breaking my heart wasn't enough for you, uh? She rose from the bed, hastily putting on her jacket. If you want me to leave the squad, just say so.

For the first time, she faced her head-on. Head held high, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, ready to stand on tiptoe if that would help reach the brunette's height. She faced those brown pearls with all the courage she had left, her own eyes misty with tears she'd never let flow. This was it, so close yet so far, two souls who knew each other becoming strangers once again.

Olivia reached out with a last ounce of regret, brushing away a tear that had escaped down the young detective's cheek with the tip of her thumb. Her heart urged her to do more, to embrace this bruised woman, to bring her all the comfort she needed. She wanted to take Y/N home, wrap her in one of her shirts, tell her how much she loved her. In another life, where they were just two soul mates, where Olivia didn't have to worry about repercussions, whatever they might be. This was where she could find comfort.

— Go home. Take a few days. Get some rest. We'll talk about it when you get back.

The New Yorker had rarely seen a face shattered in a matter of seconds. Her words had urged Y/N to free herself from her hold, her head heavy and spinning from all the hassle and concussion she'd picked up from the blows. Her shoulder nudged her superior's as she walked by, a gesture of no little importance. She did not look back once to meet her former lover's gaze again.

Maybe she should have.

Maybe she would have seen the same love, the same tears, that Olivia saw in her eyes.

Maybe the ice wasn't so thin after all.

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bobur-the-berry-guy · 1 month ago

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Please may I have Dandadan platonic headcanons of Okarun with a younger sister age 14 who has a weakened immune system along with being asthmatic..she wasn't a stranger to being ill..she didn't come home at a normal time one day and Ayase found her unconscious in the rain and.."she's burning up.." when Ayase realised that she also had a fever. She was also bullied and laughed at by her classmates for having a weirdo nutter for a big brother who believes in Aliens and she supported his beliefs genuinely to be kind. She is a genuinely kind kid despite her health problems that left her bedridden sometimes and sometimes even sick. Prolonged exposure to the rain or water without drying off can make her very ill if she isn't covered with a coat..she was quite sickly and she was born 2 weeks early when Okarun was 3 when things went horribly wrong after a car accident. She had caught every childhood illness known to man in her younger years and it was slightly shameful to admit the truth but she ended up in tears as it was frustrating that she was mostly more in hospital than at home.

Okarun's relationship with his younger sister who is certainly unwell and had suffered from health issues and was more in hospital than not.

Ayase's relationship with Okarun's younger sister

https://youtu.be/__wPpu1C-zg?si=X9xlU6oFVzpVxDtI (to describe her life)

HIIIII THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST HEREE!!!

Besides that, I hope you're doing well! I wasn't really well versed in weak immune system issues, but i looked a bit into it and i hope you like it! Take care 💕

Being Okarun's little sister! With health problems!

To start with, i think being Okarun's little sister would mean you have a brother that would be always there for you.

No matter what problem you're facing, he's always there and willing to help you out. Be it with homework, school, friends, teachers, parents or anything else. If he can't help, he's there to listen and be a shoulder to cry on.

If you're easily sick he would be incredibly careful with you - making sure his hands are washed, he's healthy and keeping things clean and tidy. He would NEVER do anything that could potentially harm you.

If you have asthma, i think he would carry an inhaler around with him just in case. Better be safe than sorry, especially with his sister.

If you're feeling sick at school he's taking you home immediately. No ifs and no buts. He doesn't care if he misses a class or two, if he doesn't turn in the homework on time or if his attendance would suffer - you need to be at home and that's that.

If you're in the hospital, he'd be there whenever he possibly can. He doesn't want you to be alone - hospitals probably aren't the greatest place to spend time in. Be it watching some show, talking your ear off about alies and extraterrestrials or just sitting in silence, he wants to be there with you.

If you're sick and you're at home, he's taking care of you whenever you need it. He's bringing you medicine, running you a hot bath, cooking you a good meal - pretty much anything you could need.

He's there for the gross parts too - he would hold your hair when you're throwing up and clean up after you if you need it. He doesn't care how nasty it is, you're his sister and to him, as a brother it's his duty to take care of you even if it gets bad.

If you frequent the same hospital, the nurses and doctors probably know him. Other than his whole alien thing, they know he's always there to ask about how you're doing and what he could do to help you.

As your relationship with Ayase, i think she would be a little clueless but she has the spirit. Like your author dearest

Okarun would feel awful if you're being bullied for being sickly, but even worse he would feel absolutely horrible if you're bullied because he's your brother. He would never forgive himself for putting you through that. Even if you're supportive to his belief in aliens and aren't really bothered by his weird ideas, as thankful as he would be for it, he would still be worried about the bullying.

You would have to explain to her what's up and how come you're doing things a bit differently to keep yourself healthy.

She would help you out if she can, but she does it like it isn't really a big deal. She just happens to carry around an extra coat or hot tea, face mask and whatnot. She doesn't want you to feel burdened because she's gotten Okarun's habit of always having something handy - she genuinely cares about you too.

If Okarun can't come visit you at the hospital or help you when you need it, best believe she's heard about it and is coming.

If he needs to do something but you're at home sick, she's coming to look after you. She knows enough for taking care of someone sick to be there. If you need anything specific you would have to tell her though.

If she visits you at the hospital, be prepared for a chat. She will talk your ear off about anything and everything - keep the conversation going!

She would also listen if you need to talk about your problems! She can't always give advice but she would always be there if you need her.

On that note, if you're being bullied CONGRATS! You're not bullied anymore. Not if she knows about it. She's not letting that slide.

You're in school. Its a break between classes. Next class is the 2nd, maybe 3rd? You aren't even sure anymore.

The weather has been awful since the morning, you really should've taken a thicker coat.

The classroom is too loud, too bring and too hot. You can barely breathe from how cramped it feels, even though half your class is out and about.

You can feel your head pulsing and your world spinning. It feels like you're full of hot air and you're floating like a balloon but still like your body is so heavy it can barely hold itself up. Shivers run up and down your body, you aren't sure if your body is boiling itself alive or you're freezing blue and purple all at once. You're so nauseous but still you're so thirsty. You've barely eaten any breakfast and still you feel like throwing up.

It all feels too much right now and going to the bathroom for some peace and quiet seems like your only choice. At least in there you won't feel like the air is so hot it would cook you alive.

The hallway seems like a claustrophobic hell - it's overflowing with students, its so cramped you can barely pass, the chatter feels like a thousand radios playing different static over each other.

You can barely walk as it is, but with the crowded hallway it seems almost impossible. It feels like you're floating around, everything seems so distant as if you're watching it on tv.

Suddenly you're in the bathroom.

Holding yourself up on the sink you don't even feel your legs anymore. You're burning up, your throat feels like its closing up and it feels like the ground is whirling under you.

You hear someone call your name and you can't even make out who it is. You're barely hearing through white noise and your world goes dark.

You wake up and you're in your bed, at home. You covered by soft blankets, still sick but at least safe and warm. The lamps are out, the only light is coming from the window. Its still gloomy outside, the sun hidden behind woolly silver clouds and the milky fog coverd everything beyond the neighborhood.

You can hear footsteps coming towards your room. You're now also aware of the chatter of tv and someone talking in the living room.

And your brother enters the room.

"OHMYGOD- Y/n, you're awake! How are you feeling? Do you need anything?? Did you know you have a fever?? Why did you come to school si-"

"QUIET! She's sick and you're yelling! Are you stupid?!"

Ayase is there to stop your brother from going on a rant, but she isn't any less quiet than him.

After that, they bring you food, water and medicine. They stay and talk, laugh, chase each other around and keep you company.

You're not sure if you'll ever get better or it will only get worse, but they're there for you anyway.

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Im not rlly sure how to write good older brothers, but ik whats not a good older brother and so im writing exactly what that isnt so i hope my method is working😌

I hope you enjoyed, my requests are open!!

#dandadan #dandadan x reader #okarun x reader #ayase x reader

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revacholianpizzaagenda · 3 months ago

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97 Poets of Revachol pics!

HERE THEY ARE, courtesy of the event's official photographer, Zuzana Šubrtová. The Elysium-based LARP took place in two runs in Terezín, Czech Republic, in the latter half of September. These are from the second run!

I can't possibly describe what it was like to inhabit the rundown tenement of La Cage with more than a hundred other players, bringing to life a whole slice of society: immigrants, barflies, petanque players, sewer people, Union gang members, Wild Pines mercs, disco people, sewer people, looters, street artists, an inevitable mass of fascists, anarchists, communards (or so I'm told), communards (proper), communards (it's complicated), councilmembers, hustlers, taxidermy enthusiasts, the also-inevitable mass of pale-fried strugglers, journalists, Moralintern creeps, RCM chucklefucks, and so on and so forth. The old military hospital burst to life with small human moments and grand revelations happening in every corner at all time, as the gears of history moved toward our inevitable trial run of Le Retour.

We really had it all. Politics, drugs, creeping mold, more drugs, unseen voices steering us toward our best and worst natures, a metaphysical rave, entroponetic anomalies, precognition (scripted), precognition (just kind of happened?? Several times over?), suzerainist coffin deliveries, sweatshop politics, old reckonings, radiant sacrifices (accidental-ish), three-way divorces (one-upping one HDB), strikes and strike-breakers, political dance-offs and political orgies, and did I mention the drugs, under the greatness of history and the pale.

Thanks to the organizers for the colossal effort they pulled off like it was nbd, and to all my fellow dwellers of La Cage.

A few favourites:

First off, this was basically the entirety of my game:

...with a central heartrending tension between that abandon, that 'something beautiful is going to happen', and my character's earthly loves, the family she loved so much. It was really really fascinating and emotionally moving to get to play out that central conundrum in full (and go die on the barricades for an independent Revachol following the push of History) (and also of Franconegro pulling my strings like a marionette in a chilling scene) (but mostly History)

Case in point: me in the back, the Unseen voice/spirit/skill "Doomsayer" to the left, dear husband Tai in the middle. Sorry Tai!

Moralintern mission

Sweatshop workers strike

Both sides of the barricades, right as the game ended (this is not a spoiler, it said up front on the website that that's where the story would end): independentists (feat. His Fuckery Franconegro with the black wings in the background, but also the Unseen of if it sucks hit da bricks, the street martyr and idk who else) and globalists (Dolores Dei, Doomsayer et al)

speaking of those two - here's them in full rave regalia. I love that two of the collective skills of this place are flat-out "Dolores Dei" and "Franconegro", it's so fitting. Can't have current society without them, so here they are, as a molecular part of it.

RCM peeps predictably being serious, professional individuals

Designer drug guy talking to Corrosion who's kind of the local version of Electrochemistry. I'm sure this was a completely hinged conversation that reached sensible conclusions

Wild Pines mercs +1

Disco downtime. The set design for The Bearded Vulture club and The Second Club was out of this world. I hope my own pics can convey some of it.

sweatshop power dynamics (there were accidents, Union leverage, strikes, corruption... you'd think there would be barely time for anything else to go on AND YET)

possibly my fave pic of the whole thing (go Doomsayer!!!). we had specific graffitable areas on the wall and made VERY good use of them. Well, everyone else. My character wasn't much of a graffiti artist, her greatest contribution was turning "Revachol for revacholians" into "Revachol for mold"...

LARP^2

fascist campaigning at the Democracy Picnic

Petanque club...

...actually playing petanque? I never saw them ingame, I was starting to wonder if it wasn't a front for something else

Pictured - no scheming, plotting or quadruple-crossing here as you can clearly see by "Kras Knezhinisky"'s super normal demeanour and unassuming name, which I can totally believe was on his legit birth certificate)

I mention Kras because here's the theatrical taxidermy show with him in the middle narrating the adventures of his antifascist ferret Kommissar Kunixet. Nice pic, I take the shot. Five seconds later, superstar Frittte clerk Jamie Delaney joins in, and what can I do, NOT have Jamie in a shot? Absolutely not, so I take the same exact shot with Jamie in it as well.

And by sheer twist of technology (and of course the pale, and of course vile censorship in defiance of the Romangorod convention)... Kras Knezhinsky of all people gets kommissar-no-kommissar'd. "Kras, the pale is erasing you from our memories, from images," I warn him, showing him the two pictures. One hour later, he gets taken behind the waste disposal facility and shot.

Hm.

(LARP's haunted. These things KEPT HAPPENING. In the first run, that version of my character went "YOU MURDERER" at the specific merc who'd turn out to be connected with her background, a couple of hours before getting that reveal in-game. What's Elysium without some good old-fashioned precognition after all!)

Poor Flowerseller (red dress here) was kind of my Empathy - many valiant attemps were made, however. Uphill struggle.

HARDCORE anodic club leader Konrad Nilsen doing something not so hardcore here, idk what was going on exactly but then again I never even noticed we had a morgue and I had a plot right next room, so what do I know. I know that the end is near. That much for sure. And that the resolution of history's contradictions goes through the pale. But corpses? Nah.

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cherry wine - seungcheol

summary: country boy!cheol. a small country town, a kind man with loving eyes, and a beautiful woman who carries around all her memories in a notebook. you're in love with cheol even if you can't admit it, and he has something he so desperately wants to tell you. but you both stay quiet, thinking that's what's best. you have no idea how wrong you are.

word count: 7.1k

warnings: vague mentions of a car accident/memory loss, afab reader, ummm the end made me cry? so.

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it's tuesday. tuesday is the day your yard guy comes by. his name is seungcheol, but he likes to be called cheol. he's got coffee brown eyes and a sweet smile, and he talks about his fiancée so much it's almost annoying.

you have to remind yourself of these little facts about everyone in your life. you have to remind yourself of these little facts about your own life. you have a little yellow notebook you keep all your information in, and you leaf through it several times a day hoping it will jog your memory. the sticker of a honey bee on the front is already worn down from hours of you stroking it soothingly as you try to memorize the contents. you're reading through it now, reminding yourself that you and cheol have known each other for years. you went to school together, and you remember being little kids running around your house with him and some of the other neighbors.

the sound of cheol's truck driving down your gravel driveway pulls your attention from your little yellow notebook, and you head to the porch to wave to him like you do every tuesday. he waves back, hopping out of his truck with a happy smile on his face. he's early today, so you assume the joy in his eyes is residual from spending the morning with his beloved fiancée. you don't know much right now, but you do know one thing: you hate this woman.

whoever she is, whatever she does, you hate her. hate the way she makes cheol feel. hate the way he seems so thrilled to talk about her, to share stories of her so openly with this hopeful look in his eyes. you know that look. it's the same look your sister had before she got married, like she had the rest of her life ahead of her. cheol has that same look in his eyes today, and it makes your chest ache because you feel like you're running behind.

ever since your accident, you've felt that way a lot. you're behind in your recovery. you're behind on bills, the envelopes from the hospital piling up on your kitchen table. you're behind in life, this stupid injury leaving you with a life you need to rebuild and no idea how to do it.

after you wave to cheol, you shuffle back inside, the distant sounds of him pulling his lawn equipment from the bed of the truck soothing somehow. you like keeping a window open while he works, even though he scolds you for it. he tells you that you're letting in pollen and grass and dust, but you don't mind. you like the slow hum, and the smell of freshly cut grass has always made you feel at home. you wonder which cheol would prefer today, lemonade, sweet tea, or just plain water, and you head back to the porch to catch him before he cranks up the lawnmower.

he stops when he sees you waving for him, your hair blowing into your face at the last minute with a strong morning breeze. you're glad cheol came early today. it's gonna be a hot one, so hopefully he can finish up with your lawn quickly before the sun gets to be too much. he takes a few steps closer to your porch to hear you clearly, and he admires the way a soft southern accent adds a lilt to your words as you ask, "water, lemonade, or ice tea?"

"water today," he tells you. "extra ice."

"you got it," you nod. "it'll be on the kitchen table, just knock before you come in. i've got some cupcakes for you too, make sure you stop by on your way home so you can take them to that fiancée of yours."

"sure thing," he smiles back at you, the smallest pang in his chest at your words. he shakes it off quickly, the first drop of sweat trickling down his back sending him into motion. he gets to work, going over your yard once with the lawnmower before moving on to the weedeater. your house is one of his easiest stops, not just because he's been doing work for you and your family for years, but because it's so compact. easy to mow, so uniform when it's done. he always admires his finished work, standing by his truck when he's done and doing a once over to make sure he got everything. more often than not he catches you staring at him through your open window, and when he turns to the house to come claim his drink of the day he smiles to himself knowing you saw him catch you.

he packs up his equipment and then does the final part of his routine here. he stops by the sunflower patch just outside your bedroom window, and he picks the brightest flowers to bring inside and refresh the vase you keep by the door. it was something he did for your mom when he first started his business, and she just loved it. he knows you do too, so he hums a happy little song as he brushes his hands over the sunflowers, deciding on the best.

as promised, he knocks before entering, taking in a deep breath as he pushes through the screen door to the welcoming honeysuckle scent of your home. this is where you grew up, inheriting your parent's place once they became too old to care for it anymore. they're not far from you, and cheol is surprised he doesn't find your mom in the kitchen with you for once. after changing out the flowers by your door, he comes into the kitchen. he smiles and mumbles his thanks as he reaches for the frosty glass of water, taking a look around before commenting, "you've painted in here?"

"yeah," you confirm, following his gaze around the kitchen as you both stare at the newly yellow walls. "dad kept suggesting it, and we found this color the other day when i took him to the store for chicken wire."

"i can't believe your dad still keeps chickens at his age," cheol laughs, and you join him.

"believe me, it's fun to watch," you giggle, the sound like the tinkling of your wind chimes by the back door. "but i don't think that man will ever stop working on his little projects. he's going to keep farming or building or painting until his body gives out."

"i hope i'm in that good of shape when i'm his age," cheol says, and you smile. not wanting to keep him from his other jobs, you perk up when you remember the cupcakes.

"here, before you go," you say, and cheol takes one final gulp of water knowing this is you telling him to leave, "i put the cupcakes in an old cooler, so don't worry about bringing it back. i just hope they don't melt in the heat today."

"thanks y/n," he says graciously, taking the small cooler from your warm hands. "i really appreciate it."

"let me know if you like them," you demand as you see him out. "tried a new recipe, so."

"i bet they're perfect, as always," cheol compliments, and you hate the way it makes your cheeks splotchy with a girlish blush. you say your goodbyes, and you close the door behind him with your heart beating quickly in your chest.

yeah, you really hate his fiancée.

cheol comes back to return the cooler the next day, even though you told him not to. you were in the middle of a meaningless task for work when you heard that familiar sound of his truck in your driveway, and for a split second you have a flashback to this exact moment. you, at your desk in your office, somehow expecting the sound of cheol's truck outside. you shake it off, sure that it's just one of those phantom memories your doctor told you about. or it could be a memory of any other tuesday, who knows. what you know now is that cheol is knocking at your front door, hand pressed to the speckled glass and eyes peering into your home. he smiles when he sees a flash of your hair, then the smile widens as you open the door with a confused look on your face.

"what are you doing?"

"came to return this to you, miss," he says in an overly polite tone that you hate yourself for giggling at. he motions to your house and you welcome him in, watching him move through your living room to your kitchen like he's done it hundreds of times before. you follow him, leaving the door open to let in the almost autumn breeze. he's standing by your fridge, carefully taking something out of the cooler with his tongue poked between his lips in concentration. "where should i put this? can you open the fridge?"

"what is it?" you ask cautiously, knowing whatever is in there was most likely made by her. you don't want it in your house, but you can't let cheol know that. you have to be polite, so you rush to help him, opening the fridge as you take a look at the container.

"it's banana pudding," he replies. "i seem to remember this is somebody's favorite dessert."

"you get your information from a reliable source," you tell him, taking the container from his hands completely. screw it, even if his angel fiancée made this you could at least give it a taste. you can't resist banana pudding, after all. "so did you like the cupcakes?"

"did i?" he laughs, rinsing his hands at your sink. he notices there's no towel on the rack, yet somehow he knows where you keep the fresh ones, reaching into the nearby drawer to grab a fall themed cloth to dry his hands. weird, you think, but not weird enough for you to comment on it. he goes on, saying, "it's a good thing i do manual labor for work, or i'd have to move in at the gym to get rid of the mess all your sweet treats seem to put me in."

"oh please," you scoff. "you'd be fine either way." he would, you think. he's so muscly, naturally strong but toned from years of hard work. his thick arms and broad chest make you wonder what it feels like to be held by him, your head resting just above his heart as you fall asleep...

"good to know," he says softly, pulling your mind from that strange place of deja vu you seem to keep traveling to. he watches you, unsure of what to say next, and you worry that you've made him uncomfortable. thankfully, he changes the subject, motioning to the dish in front of you to ask, "you're not gonna try any?"

"oh, um, well i was," you start off, and he watches you like he's hanging on to every word. "but i was going to wait until you leave. i don't need you to see me eating this straight from the dish you brought it in."

"be my guest," he smirks, again so seemingly comfortable in your kitchen as he reaches into the correct drawer to retrieve two spoons. he hands you one and he looks at you for permission before taking a scoop out of the corner closest to him. he hums at the taste, one eye on you as you do the same. he sees the recognition cross your features and waits.

suddenly, you don't want to eat this banana pudding. it's making you sick, the taste so familiar to you it has your stomach turning. this is your mom's recipe, you'd know it even if you closed your eyes and plugged your nose. what is cheol doing with your family recipe? better yet, what is his fiancée doing with your recipe? does she not have her own family she can mooch off of, she has to come to yours instead? cheol watches these conflicted emotions cross your face, and he calls your name quietly. again, to save face and be polite, you look up with a forced smile and nod, assuring him that it's delicious.

"so good," you lie. "my compliments to your fiancée."

"oh, sure," he nods stiffly. the mood has changed, it's gone from comfortable to awkward, and you watch cheol quickly clean up after himself so he can leave.

"really, thank her for me," you say as cheol dries his hands on his pants while he walks back to the front door. "and thank you for bringing the cooler back, you didn't have to."

"it was nice coming by for a visit," he says quietly, a sort of sad look in his eyes.

"i hope this wasn't out of your way," you tell him, and he shrugs.

"i like your company."

"oh," you whisper. cheol lets out a low whistle as he pats his pockets for his keys, and then his hand is on the door. "um, cheol?"

"yeah?" he asks, turning around quickly to find you worrying the bracelet around your wrist. a gold chain with a single charm: a little honey bee. his eyes flick from the bracelet back to your face as you continue.

"um, where'd your fiancée get that recipe for the pudding?"

"it's a family recipe," he replies. "she got it from her mom."

"that's nice," you nod, looking at cheol and not wanting him to leave. "well, thanks again. see you next tuesday."

"next tuesday," he nods, closing the door behind him and letting out a deep breath as he walks to his car.

your mom is reading in her garden when she sees cheol's truck coming down the driveway. even the sound of the engine is tired, so when cheol emerges with a worn look on his face she sighs knowing that his visit today didn't do the trick.

"how did it go?" she calls as cheol gets out of his truck. he shrugs and walks toward her with something in his hand. when he's close enough your mom realizes it's sunflowers from your house.

"i think it just upset her," cheol says sadly, and your mom's heart constricts. he hands her the flowers anyway, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her cheek in greeting. "it was a good idea though."

"aw, sugar, i'm sorry," she sighs, returning the kiss on cheol's opposite cheek. "i'll stop interfering, i'm afraid it always makes things worse."

"no ma'am," he shakes his head. "if you think of anything that can get her to remember me i need to try it. i want my girl back."

"we'll get her there," your mom reassures him. "i'm not due for any yard work, so did you come over just to give me these flowers?"

"no, i'm being a little selfish," cheol says as he shuffles his feet in the pebbled path. he keeps staring at the rocks he's pushing around as he says, "i don't have any other jobs today, but i don't want to go back home yet." he looks up at your mom then, lopsided smile on his face. "i miss her so much. figured seeing you and dad would make me feel better."

"bless your heart," your mom coos, patting cheol's cheek. "dad's out in the shed if you want to go do something manly."

"yes ma'am," he nods happily before loping off to the backyard.

when you and cheol first started dating, your parents were your biggest cheerleaders. they've loved cheol like their own since you were kids, so when you two became a couple it's like fate was taking its course. he took care of you, protected you, and worked hard to give you the life you deserved. you looked out for each other, your love so sweet it could rot the teeth of anyone watching. it broke your parents' hearts almost as much as cheol's to watch you forget him.

at first you didn't recognize him after the accident, asking who he was in the hospital and nodding in understanding when he answered. then one day you called your mom in a panic that there was a man in your house. it was cheol getting ready for work, but you sounded so scared everyone thought it was best for cheol to head back to his parent's for a little while. the doctor said this was normal, that it was best to be patient and wait for you to come around.

it's been weeks since that happened, and cheol is getting tired of it. your mom is tired of it too, sick of this limbo she knows you're in. that's why she suggests little things, like sending cheol over to you for yard work, house work, and sometimes just to jog your memory. that's what the banana pudding was for, but she's got a lump in her throat ever since cheol said it made you upset. she'll keep thinking of ways for him to stop by and check on you, and hopefully one day soon it'll all click.

since the accident, you haven't had to go into the office much. they've been really flexible with you, helping you get set up with a home office and transitioning a lot of meetings to virtual so you can be there. every once in a while you do have to go in, and usually your parents are able to take you. today though, your boss asked you to come in last minute and you don't want to bother anyone with this. it is a tuesday, which means you won't get your weekly cheol visit. oh well, right?

except you're running late, an old habit your memory problems have not interfered with. you're on your way out the door when cheol pulls up, and he looks happy to see you. it makes your heart flutter, but you can't get distracted now. you wave to him like always but continue on your way to your car parked under the big oak tree next to your house. you're busy balancing everything into one hand so you can unlock the door, so you don't see cheol rushing up behind you.

"hey y/n!" he calls, a nervous lilt in his voice. "whatcha doin?"

"hey cheol," you greet him politely. "sorry, i'm running late for work. i owe you two drinks next week."

"you're driving there?" he asks, hoping he sounds casual and that you can't tell his heart is racing. the last time you drove was the day of the accident, so understandably the idea of you behind the wheel distresses him.

"yeah, figured it was time to start getting back to normal," you say as you turn to fully face cheol. he looks concerned. "why, what's up?"

"um, nothing," he replies, looking between you and his truck.

"really cheol," you push. "i know you. you look worried. what's wrong?"

"let me drive you," he says, and before you can even protest he adds, "it's not an offer, y/n. i'm driving you."

"no, cheol, that's too much to ask-"

"stop it," he shakes his head. "your yard doesn't need work today anyway. consider this my job for the morning."

"fine, but next week i owe you two drinks and a meal."

"sounds perfect," cheol smiles at you, grabbing your work bag so you can carry your coffee. he leads the way to his truck, opening the door for you with a flourish. you can't help but giggle, an extra pep in cheol's step as he crosses to the driver's seat. once you're both settled, cheol hands you his phone to put in the directions and you notice his homescreen. it's a picture of his hand holding one slightly smaller with the most beautiful engagement band on the ring finger.

"pretty," you acknowledge, and cheol smiles awkwardly. "she must love it."

"yeah," he nods curtly. "it was her grandmother's, so it means a lot for her to have it. meant a lot for me to propose with it, i think it was a sign that the family really accepted me as one of their own."

"that's sweet," you nod back, handing him his phone with your work address pulled up. "um, quick question though, if you're taking me to work, how am i supposed to get home?"

"i'll come get you," he shrugs. you watch him curiously as he looks back to reverse, and you admire his jawline long enough that he catches you staring. "what?"

"nothing, i just...won't your fiancée mind?" you ask. "i can just call my mom-"

"i can pick you up," cheol repeats, holding your gaze for maybe a moment too long. you look away with a blush, and you two sit in silence for a while as cheol follows the directions on his phone. you get a couple miles down the street before he says, "you can play the radio if you want. or a cd, i've got some in the glovebox. whatever you want."

"ooo, i wanna know what you listen to," you decide, leaning forward to dig through cheol's measly cd collection. you only crack a few jokes, overall pleased with his choices, until you come across one of your favorite cds. "oh my god."

"what?" cheol asks with concern in his voice. he looks over to find you staring at him, mouth agape, and he laughs. "what?"

"this is my favorite cd," you tell him, and he hums. "no, cheol, this is my favorite cd. and my copy of it has been missing. are you stealing from me?"

"no," he laughs again, keeping one hand on the wheel as he grabs the case from you to put the cd in. "this is, um, this is my fiancée's favorite album, so i keep a copy of it in here for her."

"she has good taste," you tease, turning the volume up. cheol hands the case back to you, and you stop. you joked about him stealing from you, but now you think he's lying. the back of the case is cracked and taped back over, and you have a vivid memory of stepping on this very cd and freaking out thinking you'd snapped the disc in two. you shake it off though, wondering if somehow you'd lent cheol your copy of it. anyway, cheol singing along to one of your favorite songs distracts you. he's trying to hide a smile as he sings, glancing at you to make sure you're joining him. he even starts beating his fingers in time on the steering wheel, and you think going in to work every day wouldn't be so bad if this is how you got there.

while you're at work, there's an awful rainstorm. the parking lot at your office floods a little it's so bad, and cheol calls to check in with you halfway through the day.

"hello?" you whisper, trying to keep your voice low to not disturb your coworkers.

"what's wrong?" cheol whispers back, and you laugh.

"nothing? you called me, what's wrong with you?"

"no, why are you whispering?" he clarifies with a chuckle. "they holding you hostage at this job of yours?"

"no, i might actually get to leave early," you tell him. "the storms are so bad my boss wants us all to head home during the lull in the forecast soon."

"how soon?" he asks. "i can leave now and be there when you're ready-"

"no, cheol, i'm not letting you drive in this rain," you cut him off, and even though you can't see him you imagine him shaking his head, which is exactly what he's doing. "one of my coworkers offered to drive me, she lives pretty close-"

"y/n, no way," cheol cuts you off this time. memories of your accident flash through his mind, sending a shiver down his spine. he's not letting anyone except himself drive you in these conditions. "no. i'm coming to get you. just tell me when you're almost done and i'll head that way."

"fine," you sigh. "i'll text you, but it'll be about two hours."

"i'll be there," he says, and you can tell he's smiling. you let your cheeks warm and heart pick up speed knowing he cares for you so much. you hang up with a giddy feeling in your chest and your eyes glued to the clock until it's time to leave.

a man of his word, cheol is waiting for you when you get off work. despite the rain, he runs out of his truck with an umbrella to meet you at the door and walk you to the passenger side. in the chaos of the pouring rain you miss the happy stares from your coworkers.

"all good?" cheol calls over the pitter patter once you're seated in the truck, and when you nod he closes the door for you before rushing to the driver's side. "this rain is awful."

"yeah, and nobody knows how to drive in the rain," you commiserate. you don't see the way cheol's hands tighten around the steering wheel, and you can't notice the way his heart speeds with nerves as he carefully drives you home. a ways down the road you chuckle at him, his eyes never straying from the road but a curious raise of his eyebrows prompting you to say, "you're being so careful, cheol. you can drive a little faster, i'm sure you wanna get home to your girl."

"i'm in no rush," he mumbles, intense focus never wavering. it's a longer, quieter ride than this morning, but you enjoy it nonetheless. cheol looks so handsome when he drives, and the way he's so focused makes him clench his jaw in a way that makes your stomach flip. you take turns stealing glances at each other, never once catching the other's eye. cheol looking to make sure you're alright, you committing the slope of his nose, the plump of his lips, every single eyelash, all to memory.

finally, you make it back to your house. thankfully, the rain let up at the end, but cheol lets out a low whistle when he sees the state of your yard after all the rain and wind.

"good lord," you mumble yourself, getting out of the truck to land directly in a puddle of mud. you whine loudly, cheol rushing to your side and trying to hide a smile when he sees your predicament.

"oops," he teases, and you reach for him to help steady you.

"these are brand new shoes," you grumble, stepping out carefully so you don't lose them to the mud. with your hands in cheol's you look around at your yard and sigh. "the storm did a number on me, didn't it?"

"sure did," cheol nods solemnly. "guess i'll have to stop by tomorrow to check on everything. i'll pick up some of these branches too."

"you have time for that?" you ask him, and he nods.

"always have time for my favorite customer," he smiles, squeezing your hands as he says, "now let's get you inside and wash those shoes off."

cheol leaves you on the porch to rinse everything off with the hose, ducking inside to bring you a towel. you forget to tell him where you keep the bath towels, but he comes out with a clean one anyway. you take it graciously, drying yourself as you look sadly at your shoes.

"i'm afraid they might be ruined," you pout, and cheol picks one up to inspect it.

"nope," he shakes his head. "they just need to dry and then maybe get a shine and you'll be alright."

"you think?" you ask, assessing them yourself. you shrug and decide it's a problem to deal with later, because you catch the time on your phone and gasp. "oh my god, it's past dinnertime. cheol, i'm sorry i kept you so long!"

"don't worry about it," he shakes his head, deciding then to test the waters a little more. "i'm, uh, i'm flying solo tonight, so all you're doing is keeping me from an empty house."

"oh, really?" you ask, and he nods. you can tell something changed in the way he's looking at you, but you don't want to pry.

"yep, it's just me and my books tonight."

"what have you been reading lately?" you ask him as you gather your things to head inside. he holds the screen door open for you, following you inside like a lost puppy, eyes big and adoring. "the doctor told me i should try reading again soon, said it might help with my focus and retention or something."

cheol has to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying, yeah i remember that, but he's able to hum in agreement and explain the plot of the book he's reading instead. it's one of your books, a story he remembers you talking about for months after you read it. he keeps talking as you flit around your house, his eyes never leaving you as he speaks. cheol finishes once you've put all your things away, and now you both stand awkwardly in the living room.

"well, if it ends up being good you'll have to bring it to me," you tell him, and he nods sadly, if that's possible. he sucks a breath in and pats his legs, his usual sign that he's about to go. something inside you tells you not to let him leave, so as he turns, a goodbye on his lips, you call out, "cheol, wait!" he whips around, heart in his throat as he waits for you to say what he's wanted to hear for so long. "don't go, stay."

"st-stay?" he stutters out, and you nod.

"yes, please stay for dinner," you continue, and cheol visibly relaxes. he doesn't know how he'll react when you finally remember him, but every glimmer of hope you've given him always makes him tense up just to be let down. he smiles regardless, replying, "i'd be happy to."

you figure having cheol for dinner will be thanks enough for his help today, but he's proving to be a bothersome guest. well, it's not a bother, really. he just keeps trying to help, offering to chop for you, to clean the chicken, to do anything you might let him. you try bumping him out of the way with your hip, but he just bumps you back. he won't leave your side, and you don't mind per se. there's just something nagging at the back of your mind, and it won't let you enjoy this moment fully.

you try shaking it off anyway, holding a spoon out for cheol as you ask him to taste. your heart skips a beat watching his lips wrap around the spoon, your hand below his chin to catch any drippings. his eyes flutter closed at the taste, and when you ask if it needs anything he assures you it's perfect.

"i love cooking for you," you tell him as you start turning everything off, getting ready to serve. "no matter what it is, you always make it seem like the most delicious thing you've ever had."

"because it always is?" he replies, and you roll your eyes.

"go sit at the table, i'll bring the food over."

"i'll get the drinks," he ignores you, opening the freezer to bring out an ice tray before finding two glasses. you smile at his choice, your favorite cups in his hands. one is printed with sunflowers, the other with a honey bee. they weren't made together, but they match somehow. you don't use them often, only bringing them out when your parents are over, because you don't like to separate them. cheol catches you smiling at him, and you're surprised to see him blush. he clears his throat as he asks, "um, sweet tea or...?"

"sweet tea," you confirm as you place some of the food on the table. cheol set it for you already, a plate for you at your mom's old spot and a place for cheol at your dad's. cheol brings the drinks over then, pulling your chair out for you as he says he'll bring over the rest of the food. you start dishing out food to him first, and he makes a precious sound when he sees the piles you've left for him.

"you think i eat like a caveman or something?" he jokes. "this is too much."

"too bad," you shrug. "you can take home what you don't eat," you tell him, but you both know he'll end up with a clean plate pretty soon. you eat in silence for a while, and it makes your heart hurt when you realize how nice this moment is. how nice it must be to share dinner with someone you love every night. you're pulled from your thoughts by cheol asking something, and you have to get him to repeat himself before it processes.

"what's that?" he asks again, nodding toward the chair at the end of the table. there's obviously a large bag sitting in it dauntingly, and you swallow hard before explaining to cheol what it is.

"it's, um, it's all the things i had with me in the crash. dad finally got it from the junkyard a couple weeks ago, but i haven't been able to go through it yet."

"that must be hard to think about," cheol says, and you nod.

"thankfully, i don't remember much from that day, but i do remember being scared," you say as you stare at the bag. "i guess i'm just afraid to look through everything because it might make me remember things i'd rather stay forgotten."

"um, i could help, if you ever decide, um, to go through it," cheol says carefully. "i could be here for moral support, you know."

"thanks, but i think i need to do that by myself," you smile at him, reaching out to squeeze his hand without thinking. you stare at your hand on top of his, eyes flitting nervously until you catch sight of his plate. you pull away and reach for it, asking, "guess you don't need to take anything to go, huh?"

"you were right, i did need all that food," cheol agrees. "chicken and dumplings is one of my main food groups, so i should've known i'd finish it all."

"i'll remember that," you nod as you take his plate with yours to the kitchen. "i'm sorry i don't have any dessert but i could make-"

"oh hush," cheol scolds. "you must be tired, don't even think about doing anything else." he stands and brings your cups over, taking one last sip out of the sunflower glass before he says, "i should really get going though. don't wanna get caught in the next storm."

"sure," you agree, hyperaware of how close cheol is to you. if you really wanted, you could reach out and brush his chin, bring his lips down to yours...

"so i'll be over around lunch tomorrow to check on your flowers and everything," he says and you nod while he adds, "and don't think you need to repay me with a cake, or a five star meal, or-"

"i get it, i get it," you laugh. "i'll have a glass of something cold ready for you though."

"looking forward to it," he smiles.

after cheol left, you thought it might be nice to read for a little bit with the sound of the rain in the background. before that though, you get out your little yellow notebook and jot down cheol's love for chicken and dumplings on one of the earliest pages in the book. you look over the information again, all of it seared into your memory. it was hard to read at first because you were unfamiliar with the handwriting, and you initially worried maybe yours had changed after the accident. then you remembered your mom encouraging you to use the notebook more, and you just assumed each page was started with her filling in the information. once you finish writing about cheol, doing this now more out of habit than anything else, you close the notebook and stroke your thumb over the worn honey bee sticker on the front. you eventually put it down and pick up your book, determined to read until your eyes get droopy.

you get comfortable on the couch, an old quilt made by some family member draped around you, the perfect reading condition. but you can't stop thinking about the bag with all of your things in it, waiting for you, staring at you from across the room. you try focusing one last time, but you end up huffing your way back into the kitchen to grab the bag and bring it back to your couch. with a few deep breaths, you carefully peer in, and you see a few bits and bobs that must have been loose in your car. old lip gloss, half used hand sanitizer. so far it's not too bad, just proving that you maybe need to be a tidier person going forward. there's a crumpled up t shirt that you lift to reveal a purse you recognize as yours, and you hold your breath as you lift it out. you clear everything else from around you, organized into piles of trash and things to keep. so far so good, you think.

the purse in your lap is another story, though. a quick look at it reminds you of the crash, trying to tug it free from deep within the wreckage to find your phone. the strap is broken because of that, some scratches to the leather too that show its history. all of the important things had been recovered when you were rushed to the hospital, your phone and wallet mostly the only items of concern. as you go through the purse, you unravel every receipt, every movie ticket, each one showing proof of two meals, two tickets to the same theatre, all things that confuse you at first. you could've gone with friends or family, so that's not too strange.

you keep digging, humming in confusion when you pull out a loyalty card to a men's hair salon. it's just down the road, past cheol's house, so maybe you went there a few times to save yourself a trip into town? who knows. you toss it into the trash pile, continuing on. next is a note, signed by cheol, saying something about the yard. he must have stuck it in your mailbox one day when you were gone, because it starts out "sorry i missed you..." the message itself isn't weird, it's the handwriting that catches you off guard. it's the same as the handwriting that started each page in your yellow notebook. but it couldn't be...could it?

you find loose coins, way too many empty gum packets, and discarded mints. your purse is almost empty now, most of its contents just trash that's accumulated on your coffee table. you hoist your purse over the pile, shaking it upside down to get out the last few stragglers. what falls out makes your blood run cold, the purse falling from your grasp to the floor below. you'd found a couple pieces of stray jewelry, so the ring that fell out shouldn't be a surprise. but it is. it's familiar in a way that makes you feel sick, a memory from earlier today crossing your mind.

why do you have cheol's fiancée's engagement ring?

you pick it up tentatively, afraid somehow the metal will burn your fingers, but it's just cold to the touch. you hold it carefully, letting it shine in the light as you stare at it, worried. you trace the diamonds, fingers catching on the gold detailing. you wonder briefly what it would look like if...no. you can't put it on. it's not your ring! and yet, when you slip it over your ring finger, hand extended in front of you to admire the way it gleams, your mind flashes back to dinner tonight, your hand on top of cheol's. that image in your mind looks awfully similar to cheol's lockscreen, the photo of his fiancée's hand in his, this ring on her finger.

with shaky hands, you reach for your phone and make a call. you need answers, and you need them now.

the next day, you're anxious as all get out waiting for cheol to come by at lunch. he promised he would, so you know not to expect him any earlier or any later. you can barely focus on your work, eyes constantly checking for a truck on the horizon and ears hyperfocused for any sound outside that could be cheol.

finally. finally, a little after one, you hear the familiar sound of cheol's truck rambling down your gravel drive. you can't help it, you don't want to wait. you rush to the front door and tear it open, bare feet hitting the stairs and then the ground fast and hard as you rush out to meet him.

cheol sees you running, a frantic look in your eyes, and he stops the car immediately, jumping out to see what's wrong. you reach him halfway up the drive, chest heaving, eyes sparkling, and something glinting on your hand in the sunlight. cheol stares at you, not able to stop and ask what's wrong because you crash into him, making him stumble back and bump into his truck. your arms wrap around him in a vice grip, like you'll never let him go. cheol is confused for a moment, but then he melts into your touch, tears shyly reaching the tips of his eyelashes as he realizes what's going on.

"cheollie," you whisper into his neck, and his heart bursts with joy. cheol squeezes you back just as hard, if not harder, lifting you up into his arms so your legs have to wrap around his waist. you nuzzle your face into his neck, the warmth of his skin feeling like home. you press your lips against his skin, whispering, "cheol. cheollie. my cheol."

"my honey bee," he whispers back, tears freely falling now as he pulls away to reach for your chin. he pulls your gaze up to his eyes, smiling so hard his face might split. "my girl. you're back."

"i never left," you reply, nudging his nose with yours.

"i missed you terribly."

"then come home," you tell him, and he crashes his lips into yours, the kiss a mess of tears and happy laughs and teeth.

cheol can't believe it. he's got his honey bee back, and you've finally got your sunflower.

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 4 months ago

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Platonic Yandere Johnny Joestar Vs Platonic Yandere Funny Valentine over Johnny's long lost little sister reader who ran away from.home after Johnny got kicked out and got into an accident and lost her memories and got adopted by the Valentines.

Hi there, it's been awhile! Glad to see you!

Tried writing amnesia in a more realistic way. So she does remember most of her past.

Familial Yandere brother Johnny and Yandere adopted Father Funny Valentine

When Johnny ran left he knew it'd hurt his little sister, but he considered that it was the best for her. Without him she'd have no reason to worry.

When he saw her chasing after him he assumed she would go back home once she'd tired herself. He was wrong.

She didn't go back. She kept looking until she sustained a head injury and fell unconscious. Luckily she was in the sight of a coachman who pulled aside and informed the passengers, Mr and Mrs Valentine who quickly brought her in the carriage and had her wrapped in a blanket before changing course to the nearest hospital.

When she comes to they ask her questions. She's able to give a name and vaguely explain that she left home, cannot remember the reason but is firm she can't go back. Doctors say that her head injury has resulted in amnesia.

They leave to talk with one another. It's deeply troubling that a child is in such a situation and don't want to return her incase the caretakers involved are the reason for her running away. That's when Scarlet suggests they take her in, they've been trying for a child for ages and this seems like fate that they found her. Funny agrees and they talk with the doctor to understand the condition more before going back and explaining that they'll take her in.

Due to her condition she has to bring around a notepad with her to help her keep up with what's happening. Now being in high society she struggles to remember certain details or is seen looking back at her note book which some see as rude during events but Funny is quickly able to deescalate the situation.

Scarlet is always pampering her with nice clothes and jewelry as well as doing her and make up before events.

Funny is goes out of his way to help her study or takes her on outing when there is time to spare. During election season he makes a promise to make up time when he can with an activity of her choice.

As a teen he's very worried about her. Barely trusted strangers around her to begin with but now it's worse. At soirees hes alway got an eye on her. Making sure that hes within earshot of her. Making sure no one will try to take advantage of her. Sometimes getting in the way of potential dance partners.

So she decides to claim his promise to watch the steel ball run with him as she tells him that her two older brothers used to ride horses. He agrees, even if she'll need to be seperated.

During the race she hears of a paraplegic contestant and former jockey Jokid. She's drawn in by such determination, unaware of him being her brother.

But eventually she's able to see him at one of the stops. Even greeting him, inspired by his will, he also seems oddly familiar to her. He asks her name and she tells him it's (Y/n). He's shocked realizing that it's his sister but before he can say anything she's called away by a guard by her new last name. This sends him spiraling. Gyro is able get his attention back as to not cause a scene, knowing that something is off with Johnny.

Gyro tried to get Johnny to fess up to what's going on but he refuses. Bottling it up. Mentally he's beating himself up. What happened to her? why the hell was she associated with Valentine now?! He blamed himself, even wondering if this was some kind of sick plan he had up his sleeve or just some twisted joke fate had bestowed him.

All he knows is that he's going to kill that bastard. Especially if he's done anything to her.

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maximumkillshot · 1 year ago

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I Won't Lose You- ICLY 7.5

Warnings: Cheater POV, a lot of not nice things are said. Definitely something to think about if you are sensitive to that type of subject matter, cursing, some air of grand diosity,

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Characters: Chris, Seungmin

A/N: So a lot of people have been wondering what Chan has been thinking... Welp... You get what you wish for... even though it ain't pretty. I wanted to punch him writing it. This is after Chris gets banned from the hospital room. Since it is following him and not the reader, I decided to give it a different name, with the annotation being 7.5. Happy anger management people!

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BEFORE:

Han looked up at Bin, trying to will himself not to cry. The both of you are so sweet, so kind. He could see the weight on Bin’s shoulders, crushing him. He could see it in his head, Bin keeping everything bad from crashing on top of you, his arms outstretched, using his whole body as a shield. Han knew that if it meant keeping you safe, Bin would carry the world. That’s what separated Bin from Chris.

Both may be fond of you. Only one has ever put your safety over everything. Only one ever made you feel heard and seen. Only one ever made you laugh until you cried. Only one would take off work to take care of you when you’re sick. Only one made you understand that there is no priority above you. Only one would calm you with just a touch. Only one truly loves you with their heart and soul. That “only one” was in the bed with you right now.

Han watched, eventually just letting the tears fall as Bin held you saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you, I’m sorry. I love you… I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me.”

That was the first time Changbin had ever let himself say it out loud, “I love you so much it hurts…I Can’t Lose You.”

NOW:

Chan’s POV:

I have never seen Y/N like that. A part of me wants to say that it was something that was a freak accident, that Soo and I were a freak accident. We weren’t. Y/N deserves to know that, to have it acknowledged. I want to scream that I regret it, that I want to take it all back, that I wanted to erase it all. That would be a lie.

You can’t regret something that you actually initiated. I don’t regret what I did. I wanted a release, I got a release. I wanted to feel exhilaration, I got it. What I am sorry for is getting caught. Of course I’d never say this out loud but, the truth is my marriage was a means to an end. She loves me, of course… and I love her… to an extent. I loved it when she would perk up when I came home, or be passed out on the couch, waiting for me to come home. In a lot of ways, Y/N is like a puppy. She would do all the tricks in the book to make me happy. If she was lucky, she’d get rewarded.

There is an even more fucked up part of me that is relieved that she knows. Sneaking around wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was making it look like I was with the boys when I wasn’t. Y/N is so close to the boys it was a pain in the ass, all it would’ve taken was one text and right there my cover would be blown. I know that I can come back from this, though. Soo never held a candle to my wife. I just told Soo whatever she wanted to hear. I made it worth it for her to do what she wanted… what we wanted, who am I kidding, I wanted it.

Everything is still so raw, she’s not really going to leave. I know she told me when we started dating, but I know that I can prove myself to her. She is the type to really believe that everyone is good inherently. It was something that I used to every advantage, if I’m honest. I’m obviously better than Changbin. I make more, I am more level headed… obviously… I am willing to do whatever I need to make sure I get what I want. How could she want anyone else? That’s like trading in a top of the line Ferrari for a beat up 1999 Taurus. Plus, she always gives people second chances. This is all one giant hiccup.

While the rest of the boys and I filed into the elevator, I heard her voice. She was so scared, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, it was so meek, fragile… weak. That’s really the only downside to her. She is weak. Her emotions get the better of her always. Given, what happened would make anyone go crazy, but at the end of the day, she can’t keep control over her emotions. She is the type of person to read a room and follow the tone of the room. She isn’t a trendsetter, a leader. The only reason why the boys are the way that they are is because she is hurt. Something about their “white knight” complexes. Honestly I could puke just thinking about it. While they were playing games, painting, or just practicing on vocal technique, I was ensuring their continued employment. That will never change about her though. She folds under pressure. Like a skeleton with no spine. Sometimes it was exhausting, others amusing; that’s the biggest tell as to her coming back. She has no spine without me. She needs me… just like everyone else.

Knowing the woman Y/N is I knew that for her to be this way, she had to hurt so badly. It ripped my heart out, seeing her finding comfort in another person, almost as much as knowing that I was the one to do all of it to her. It made me look so bad, to everyone. Hearing Changbin call out to Han that she was slipping, I’ve never heard a voice like that before. I’ve never heard screams like hers. I should’ve never tested her, calling our child “it”. She has been trying so hard, comforting me non-stop, that it’ll happen when it’s meant to happen, that she’ll be on top of it. To let me know in the cutest way. Nothing’s more cute than finding out on your third anniversary that your family is going to get bigger.

It hurt me saying that, calling them “it”, that was exactly why I knew it would get the job done. I needed to peel her away from Changbin without touching her, but it worked a little too well. Why was I punsihing her, punishing them? I think the answer to that is simple. I don’t want the attention on me. Which is counterintuitive, given my natural tendencies. Right now, in this moment, I don’t want to be acknowledged. The way that they see me right now threatens everything I worked for, and it looks like everyone chose their side to stand on. Me giving them more of a chance to hate me is only going to make my job down the road harder.

I think some of the boys could tell. I am royally pissed. I got caught, which for one is annoying, but for all of them to take her side? That was infuriating. I spent so long honing them, training them. I always protected them, supported them. It is infuriating to have people that you did everything for to just dismiss you. Why were’nt they comforting me? That child was mine too. Why am I not getting any condolences? Hell, when we had no money to eat, I wouldn’t eat just so the 8 could have something… anything. The days I went to bed starving, the nights I worked around the clock to give them the opportunities that they now take advantage of.

This is how they repay me? Screaming at me left and right, Changbin threatening to kill me, even Felix turned his back. I just fucked a side piece… I mean I know what that caused is on me. That I was responsible for what happened to our child. If I could feel like I was attached I am sure I would’ve been a wreck. Something that was mine being taken away does that to a person like me. One thing is for sure, I truly never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted to look bad, hurting her would do that, and so I made sure to tread lightly, my go to’s being, “I know Baby, I’m sorry,” and “What time is it? Shit Baby I’m so sorry.”

That didn’t stop me to wanting to have my own little thing. My own little secret. It was a different type of high that I didn’t know I craved… needed. It’s no doubt that Soo did feel better in bed. I could tell she knew what she was doing. Y/N had no experience before me and that did a wonder for my corruption kink, but after that… It was like pulling teeth. I had to teach her everything, so every time we we’d sleep together I had to act like I liked the fact that she’s so innocent. Which I do, but I also don’t want to have to have a health class every time I wanted to have sex. Soo wasn’t like that. She knew what she was doing. Hmmm… maybe I’ll clean up the house and finish what we started.

In the elevator, no one wanted to say anything. I didn’t want to say anything either, I didn’t want to make anything worse than it is. It’s a unique empty feeling. Y/N would look at me like I hung the moon itself. The feelings that she gave me, I was seen, heard, and loved. Constantly reassured. I can’t live without that validation. The minute I walked out of the elevator I didn’t even look back, all I said was “Take care of her. Do what I didn’t, she needs you. Call me if you need anything.” That made me feel a little better, giving them an order, felt like the last say in a way.

It was Seungmin’s voice that cut through, I heard him stop the elevator with is arm, “That was never a question, we’ve always taken care of her, don’t wait up. We all know you’re not used to being the one waiting for someone. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.” My lip upticked at his comment. Mostly because I didn’t imagine Seungmin to have balls like that and another was that I didn’t have a rebuttal. I always have a rebuttal. He’s right though, I always kept her waiting, not the other way around. It always made me feel important, that she needed me to go to bed well, that she craved to feel me.Yet now I find myself willing to wait an eternity if it meant being able to hold her one more time, to have her cook for me, then to cuddle up and pass out together, all of that shit I see as a waste of time. To think I hate needing someone yet here I am, needing her.

I kept walking after I heard the elevator close. By the time I made it to the car I was trying my hardest not to collapse. My wife was in that hospital, fighting for her life, after I caused her to miscarry, a baby we have been wanting since our first anniversary. I am enraged. I’ve never felt so out of control and it’s driving me crazy. I am always in control. That is the only way that I function. It is something that I pride myself on. Now everything is out of place everyone stepped out of line. All I have to do is get them back in their rightful place… Then we can move on.

I’ve never imagined anyone else as the mother of my children, she is giving enough to focus on them while I work on my career. It’s always been Y/N. That thought was the one that made me slam my door a little too hard. She’s going to come back, she’ll be back. She will have my child, we will be happy… When everyone is in their place.

I tried to distract myself as I went home. It felt like an out of body experience, seeing myself in the rearview mirror, hating the person I saw, just for the sole fact of getting caught. It was such a rookie move. I should’ve known that there was something going on when everyone said they were out for the night. No matter how loud I made the radio, I heard noting but her screams. I wanted to blame someone, get the pain as far away from me as possible, trying to make me out to be the good one. I’m not. The only things I’m good at are music and acting. I could still see the little glances she’d give me, convincing herself that I am just busy. She is so trusting, it honestly baffles me. Just another sign that she’s weak.

I wanted to make it her fault. She shouldn’t be so naive. Seeing Soo disappearing at the same time I am? The way that I couldn’t really look her in the eye for most of last month? She should’ve told me sooner. Maybe if she did that our child would still be here. That’s not even including how I’ve had to keep Soo on a shorter leash than anyone, her face gives so much away. The first time she hung out with us I had to take her to another room and tell her to get it together because she almost started crying in front of Y/N. I know that people will say that’s not fair, What part about anything that I’ve done screamed ‘oh this is reasonable’? None. It’s been so long I’ve been doing this that I don’t even remember how all of this started. Ah I remember now.

I guess a year ago it started off with me venting to Soo. I didn’t know why we weren’t conceiving. We timed out the cycles, we did everything correctly, but still it wasn’t happening. If I told the boys I know I would look weaker for it and I didn’t want Y/N to be even more stressed about getting pregnant. Soo validated my feelings and told me that she was always there for me. That was the first mistake. I should’ve gone to Y/N. After a while it went from talking when I was aggravated to talking daily.

I looked forward to those calls so badly. It felt like a little interaction that was all mine. Making her laugh made me feel like when I used to get Y/N to laugh. The butterflies came soon after that, seeing that I got a form of attention I didn’t realize I was missing. About two months ago she told me that she was seeing me as “not just my friends husband”. That made my heart leap in my chest. I should’ve avoided her like the plague after that, I should’ve gone to my wife, but not only would that make her mad, it’d also make sneaking around harder. I did something worse.

“Good to know it’s not one sided.” I felt the words drip out of my mouth, even recounting it makes me a little excited. I turn onto my street and I heard Soo’s voice in my head, “Chris...” I knew it was wrong, I fucking knew it was, “I know. I know it’s wrong.” Then hearing her say, “What if she finds out?” with a giggle. “We’ll be discreet.”

We met up that night. I wanted to scrub myself head to toe, till my skin bled, making sure her scent was gone completely. It was so thrilling, so different, and I hated that I liked it. I liked it so much I knew I had to do it again, and soon too. Every time I came home Y/N was either passed out on the couch or in our bed. Notes left on the counter full of how much she loves me. I still remember the first one from that same night, “I know how forgetful you get in the studio, made extra of your favorite, it’s in the fridge, missed you-XOXO Y/N/N.” I looked at her form on the couch, clearly trying to stay up to see me. I ran to the bathroom to vomit, it made me anxious. I knew that I was playing with a downgraded version of my wife. If anything went wrong, I’d be left with the dollar store version of Y/N. For some reason that anxiety turned to exhiliration. The longer it went on for, the more comfortable I got of having my cake and eating it too.

She never did anything wrong. I asked for space, she gave me space. I asked for anything and she would do it in a heartbeat. She always wanted me happy and stress free. After a while I made it okay in my head by saying that she wants me to be happy and having both make me happy so it’s okay. I know better, I always knew better.

I always got up too early, that way I didn’t afford myself time to see the person that I love in one of my favorite ways to see her, happy and sleeping. The last few days I gave myself that. Feeling the guilt eat me alive, rightfully so. I felt guilty for putting all of this on the line, putting her on the line, not for her, but what losing her means to me. I’d practice my apology while she slept, “I’m so sorry, I love you.”

If it wasn’t for the boys being there, I could’ve had a better handle on her. I could’ve reiterated that practiced apology over and over. I could’ve kept the control I spent years making, which is really the most fucked up thing about all of this. I was in training for almost 10 fucking years, I finally get the perfect group of people who followed perfectly without question. Then Changbin goes ahead and goes soft for Y/N. She’s gorgeous, I know, she’s funny, and kind, but she was also making Bin step out of line a bit. Every time she was around, he would try to take point, try to be the center of attention. At first I thought that it was Bin trying to be cute. When he asked me how he could ask her out a few months after this started, I felt my stomach drop. She threatened everything I worked for. So I spewed some bullshit to make him question himself a bit more while I figured out what to do.

Some wouldn’t see this as a problem. I am not some. I only let my members have center because I permitted it. If I threw myself in the spotlight always, it would look off. So I made myself into the best, most supportive leader, the leader of the 4th generation, how can you get bigger than that? The perfect wife… Y/N. It was perfect, if I had her, not only would I have more control over Bin, but I’d also have the perfect little family one day. That was when I decided to ask her out after getting her separated enough from Bin. Which wasn’t too hard. There were some unseen snags but overall it was easy. Keeping her is going to be just as easy. When she’s healed. Then everyone will fall back in line.

I pull in to my driveway and go to the door. Once I opened up the door, Bins clothes covered in blood were there, taunting me. I walked further into the house, I looked on the mantle, the picture from our wedding hung there. I remember that day, that gorgeous day. I threw it away. That woman with the most infectious smiles, the woman who’d hold me so close during horror movies. I found myself grabbing that picture, I dragged my finger over her face. I heard her voice, “I love you”, and I collapsed on the floor, right next to the clothes, sobbing, clutching the photo. She was so perfect.

I got so mad at that point. I shouldn’t be crying, SHE ISN’T LEAVING ME. I can fix her just like I fixed everything else around me. My perfect wife, My perfect group, MINE.

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swiftsdelucaa · 9 months ago

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What about a Carina DeLuca x female!reader where they get married? Maybe Y/n could be a trauma/general surgeon and you can add a flashback when they meet at work and operate on someone and their eyes meet during the surgery and they're both instantly attracted to each other. Then fast forward to the day before the wedding and the same situation, they're operating and also talk about their wedding.

The wedding happens and they celebrate the night in their hotel room

❛ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Carina DeLuca x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Heyy hope you like! Kinda happy I posted this not after so long ahah

It was all in 24 hours and you could already feel all your body shake in happiness and excitement. If you think that tomorrow you would have got married it still felt so surreal. And with an amazing woman, Carina DeLuca.

Right now you were still at the hospital, a trauma had just arrived, so you had put all your feelings aside and do what you could do best, saving lives. The paramedics had already come in starting to list the case, you helped them to take the patient in a room. It had been a serious car accident and the woman was also pregnant, so you called OB/GYN. When you pronounced that phrase and saw Carina walking in, it all instantly seemed so familiar, like the first day you've met each other.

You still remember it like it was yesterday, a woman had been run over, and was halfway through her pregnancy. The way she behaved with patients immediately struck you, she was so sweet that she managed to reassure you too. At that time she was new at the hospital, and you felt the need to get to know her right away, that smile and those eyes on you the first time she saw you got inside you completely. And during the surgery, step after step, your gazes couldn't help but meet everytime. You didn't believe in this kind of things, like love at first sight, but with her it's been different because you had immediately felt something building inside you, the same was for her.

And here you are today, again in the same situation, your hands and bodies concentrated on the surgery, but your minds and hearts were already thinking about tomorrow.

"I wonder how you can stay so focused, I mean, I really admire you for this" Carina said giggling softly.

"Focused? Oh God I feel like I'm going to explode every minute, I'm too excited" you said smiling under the mask.

"I know right, I just can't wait to be your wife" you could hear the joy in her voice.

"Me too darling" you said. "You know what, I also can't stop thinking if everything is ready, I just want it all to be perfect" you sighed.

"I get that, it's something that never stops to pressure you, the anxiety and all that stress damn" she laughed softly. "But Andrea and all my frieds helped me a lot, he made me sure that all was perfect and I hope so"

"Yeah, Meredith, Amelia, Jo, Arizona and Alex helped me a lot too, I think without them I wouldn't made it" you said as you continued the procedure carefully. "Why is marrying someone you love so stressful?" You asked chuckling.

"Well, it must be the best day of our lives, I think it's normal some stress. And it'll be worth of it, bambina" she looked at you, even she was wearing the mask you could see her smile.

"Yes, you're right" you reciprocated the look.

After she completed the cesarean section, you still had a lot to do, Carina moved the baby where the nurses placed her in an incubator, ready to take her to peds.

"So, see you tomorrow" you said before she could leave.

"See you tomorrow and good luck with the surgery" she smiled at you before leaving with the nurses.

The surgery luckily went well, the woman was stable, the same for the baby. Your shift was over, so you went home to celebrate the night before tomorrow with your friends, which had taken pretty long, but it didn't matter since you couldn't sleep. Your mind was too awake.

The day after you woke up early and had a shower, before waking up the girls who stayed with you all the night. Meredith and Amelia prepared the dress for you, after you came out of the bathroom they helped you to put it on. The sight of yourself in that wedding dress have already had a big effect on you that facing this whole wonderful day was even too much.

"You're so beautiful" they said to you. "Hey, this is not a dream" Meredith added. You laughed softly.

"Yeah I'm just trying to realize everything"

"Damn, I'm already going to cry" Arizona said, looking at you.

"Oh, do not please, or I will too" you chuckled. When everything was ready, they helped you to get in the car.

The wedding wouldn't be in Seattle, but in a location not far away. You and Carina didn't want something very big, something intimate and simple was enough. It would have been an outdoor ceremony with all your loved ones. The journey seemed endless, but finally the car stopped at the destination. Your bridesmaids preceded you, then your moment arrived. You could feel everyone's eyes on you when you were walking, but your eyes were only focused on your future wife, right in front of you. She was sobeautiful, as always, at the sight of you her eyes were literally shining.

When the priest started the ceremony, you and Carina were just standing in front of each other, holding your hands and can't helping but smiling to each other. Your heartbeat increased every second, every single word about your story made you both almost cry in happiness and gratitude. During the exchange of the wedding rings it was a miracle that you didn't drop it. And then, it was that moment, that question finally arrived.

“Y/n L/n, do you take Carina DeLuca as your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse, for as long as both of you shall live?” you grinned at her.

"Yes, I do!" holding the tears was now more difficult.

"Carina DeLuca, do you take Y/n L/n as your wife? Do you promise to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better and for worse, for so long as you both shall live?” she gave you the same grin.

"God, yes, I do!" She exclaimed.

"I officially declare you wife and wife, you may now kiss" you both didn't wait one more second to approach and giving you the first kiss as a married couple. As you kissed, everyone started clapping.

The party and celebrations could begin, even if you and her could only think about your life together and what it would be like with each other every day of your lives. Everything was amazing, also all your favorite people made this day very special, but for you and Carina felt like in a romance novel every second of it.

After the night has come and all the guests congratulated one last time before leaving, you and your wife reached your hotel room, that had been prepared. You sat on the soft bed looking around.

"I still can't realize this" you sighed, still thinking about this wonderful day.

"And maybe I can, because my awesome wife is right in front of my eyes" she smiled leaning in to kiss you. You placed your hands on her cheeks, deepening the kiss.

"What a honour to be married to such a beautiful italian woman like you" you whispered in the kiss.

"And what a honour to have you all for me this night and all the nights that still have to come" she whispered, with a hand moving a lock of your hair and the other one played teasingly with the sleeve of your dress.

She made you lay down on the bed positioning herself on top of you.

"Ti amo, bambina" (I love you, bambina) she said pressing a soft kiss on your neck and then looking at you.

"Ti amo anch'io" (I love you too) you replied smiling, that was all the italian you learnt since you told her so many times. Her lips returned focusing on your neck, tasting your soft skin, you rested your head back against the pillow as your hands explored her body. Now it was just the two of you, forever and always.

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waklman · 2 years ago

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Like A Princess

summary: more glimpses into your relationship with rooster where you give him the princess treatment instead.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: very brief allusions to sex. 18+ blog in general.

a/n: continuance/epilogue to princess treatment (read for context!) missed this duo so i decided to bring them back but more extensively this time :). indepedent bf x princess treatment gf trope.

word count: 2.8k

something ‘bout you masterlist.

“Get on.”

“What?” Bradley watches in confusion as you turn your back towards him. But he quickly catches on once you start to bend your knees, lowering yourself in front of him. You want to carry him into the house.

“Nope. Absolutely not,” he shakes his head, waiting for you to get back up. But you don’t. “I am not getting on your back. Are you kidding me?” He scoffs, sounding almost offended.

“You saw me bring in twenty bags of groceries just last week, without making a second trip back to the car,” you proclaim proudly, still squatting in front of him. “So c’mere,” you call out to him again, blindly reaching behind you, searching for his legs.

“So?” he huffs, pushing himself further in the car, moving away from your yearning hands. Bradley’s well aware that putting up a fight is going to get him in trouble, but there’s no way in hell that he’s letting you transport him inside. “If you give me a piggyback ride, it’ll send us both back to the hospital again,” he protests.

You stand back up at his statement, spinning on your heels to face him, with two hands planted on your hips.

Bradley gulps, seeing your fingers drum against your hip bone–you don’t plan on taking no as an answer. “Tell me how you’ll get inside with that ankle then,” you press him, eyes drifting down to his injury.

The kind nurse—who you spent most of the night with, tightly bandaged him up, but it’s obvious that his ankle is still swollen under the wrappings.

Bradley takes notice of the glint of remorse in your eyes as you assess his sprained ankle. The ‘playful’ wrestling from earlier had taken an unexpected turn once you sent him flying off the bed, resulting in a last minute trip to the emergency room.

And though Bradley insisted that it wasn't your fault, you still found it hard to swallow back the guilt you felt every time you looked at him.

Bradley sighs, carding a hand through his hair—unsure of how to talk you out of this, he knows you're just trying to make up for the accident, in your own strange way. “Honey, if you lift me, we’re both going right down,” he tries to reason with you.

“You don’t think..I’m capable?” You pretend to deflate. If insisting won’t work on him, maybe some light manipulation would.

Bradley begins to sputter–just as you predicted, reeled in by your pout. “What? No of course not–Honey I just–”

Bradley bites down on his tongue—not wanting to say the wrong thing.

You take it as a chance to cleverly bat your lashes at him as he gives you an empty stare, trying to weigh the decision in his head.

And like always, Bradley can’t muster up enough willpower to combat your pleading eyes. “Let’s give it a try,” he sighs, admitting defeat.

You automatically spin around before he can change his mind, biting down on your bottom lip as your mouth stretches into triumphant grin.

“But if you can't even lift me, I’m walking on my own, okay?” he clarifies, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your neck. You hum, agreeing to his rule, attaching his legs onto each side of your hips–clamping two hands around the back of his thighs to support his weight.

After sucking in one deep breath, you easily lift him up in one go.

Bradley can barely process what’s going on as you begin taking determined steps towards the intended destination. “What the hell?! How are you—What?!” Bradley gawks at your strength, snapping his neck to look behind him, seeing his precious Bronco grow further from his vision.

“Holy shit, have I been dating the she-hulk this whole time?” He asks in disbelief, hung onto your back like a koala.

“..I told you..I could…do it,” you answer through short breaths, lugging him up the front steps. “Yeah…remind me to never get you mad," he lowly mutters, resting his chin on top of your head. The vibration of his throat can be felt against the back of your head.

You’re both in front of his door now. “Bradley,” you whine. “I would never lay my hands on you.”

“Okay? So who had me in that deadly headlock earlier?” He scoffs, still sour that you won the round with that move.

You give his thighs a quick squeeze through the denim. “Okay? So who wanted to fight like WWE wrestlers in the first place?” You remark.

Bradley blows air through his nose. “Whatever," he whispers under his breath. You don’t even have to see him to know he’s rolling his eyes too.

“Whatever," you mock him, imitating his deep voice.

“Now let’s get you inside, princess,” you finally declare—putting an end to the bickering. You hoist him further up your back, and Bradley gladly lets you, despite his protests from earlier.

While you remove one hand from him, searching for the keys in your pocket, Bradley moves to press a ‘sorry i’m being so stubborn’ kiss to your cheek.

You smile, feeling him rest his cheek onto your shoulder next. “..Thank you for takin’ care of me babybear," he shyly mumbles in your ear.

“What do you think you’re doing back there missy?” Bradley asks, eyes still trained onto the tablet in his hands.

“Nothing..” you mutter, halting all movement. But there’s really no point–your hands are already half way up his back, lifting up the back of his shirt. You’d been slowly trying to slip off the cotton tee–since getting him hooked onto the romcom, How to lose a guy in 10 days.

After strategically placing the device in his hands, it didn’t take long for Bradley to start making comments on how Matthew Mcconaughey’s character is a jerk for being annoyed by his girlfriend’s purposeful attempts of sabotaging their relationship. ‘Baby I’d so let you name my dick Princess Sofia if you wanted to–I don’t get this guy’s problem with it. He’s mad for no reason,’ he said.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he’s most likely the only man on earth that would let that slide.

Bradley’s attention is momentarily pulled away from the movie dialogue, feeling you move your hands around to his stomach, playing with the pudge there. Bradley hadn't been on base recently, due to his ankle–so he hasn’t been keeping up with the extensive workouts that came with being an aviator either.

His abs were quickly replaced by a little pouch, which you loved. “Can I rub your back?” You ask, looking over his shoulder to see his reaction to the scene.

Bradley purses his lips, reading over the subtitles. “Is that why you’re tryna’ distract me with this?”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

“So can I? Rub your back?” You ask again, pinching his belly, seeing that he’s fully absorbed with the movie's climax point now.

“Only for a few minutes...” he absently mumbles, not realizing how you easily coaxed him again. You let out a light laugh at the face he makes towards the screen, the two characters are currently in an intense argument, there’s a spout of harsh words being thrown back and forth—and it’s causing Bradley clear distress.

You tug at the hem of his white tee, and Bradley swiftly pulls the shirt over his head, giving you free range with his naked back. The piece of fabric is quickly forgotten on the floor as he reaches for the tablet again, eager to see what happens next.

You start by working out the knots located on his shoulder blades first. The way he instantly rolls back his shoulders, leaning into your touch, makes you smile.

He doesn’t notice how much time has passed. You’ve been kneading his back in sections for more than just a few minutes at this point.

“Not there. A little higher please.”

“Look who’s enjoying himself,” you tease, kissing over the spot you just rubbed your thumb over.

Bradley frowns, dropping the tablet as the credits begin to roll. He reaches behind him, peeling your hands off his shoulders, now aware of how long you’ve been massaging him. “You spoil me,” he lets out a breath.

He adjusts himself on the couch, so that he’s facing you now. Bradley wastes no time, reaching his hands under your shirt, swiping his calloused thumbs over your tummy. “Your turn,” he says, grinning down at you.

“Hey.” You squint at him. “You just want my shirt off.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows at you. “So you will take your shirt off?”

“I think the stache is okay now, honey.” Bradley tries to convince you again, making sure to not move his lips too much.

You’re perched onto the bathroom counter, with him standing between your legs—Bradley’s hands are playing with the waist band of your shorts while you trim his grown out facial hair.

After learning that his first day back to work is tomorrow, you were set on preparing him for the special day, as if he was going back to school–and not preparing to join in on a serious mission instead.

“I want it to be perfect,” you coo, trying to line up the scissors to his mustache again.

Bradley’s gaze drops down to the tongue that cutely sticks out your mouth, you’re razor focused. “Doesn’t have to be,” he lamely replies.

“Yes it does,” you pout. “Wanna make it look just like your dad’s,” you settle, looking back down at Bradley’s phone on the counter. You made him pull up a picture of his father, so you could replicate the shape of the mustache onto his face.

Bradley tries to match the smile his dad is sporting in the picture, hoping it’ll get you to see the resemblance in facial hair. He squeezes your hips with his large hands, wanting to hear approval from you.

“Nice try,” you detect his ploy with squinted eyes, grabbing his jaw.

“It looks fine to me,” he retorts, shifting his view to the mirror behind you, checking himself out.

You furrow your brows, noticing a stray hair you forgot to trim off. “Not yet.” You slip your fingers back into the scissors again, snipping off that one piece of hair.

He replicates his dad’s smile at you again. “How do I look now?”

“Pretty. Like a princess,” you answer, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose.

Bradley can’t help but to crinkle his nose, you kiss him so softly that it tickles the skin there. “Thank you for doing this for me,” his eyes soften, voicing his appreciation for you.

“I could spend the rest of my life doing this for you, if you just asked me to,” you answer honestly, sweetly smiling at him.

Bradley just blinks at you in response. The rest of my life. The simple confession that slipped your mouth rings out in his head, making him feel dizzy.

You start to play with the hairs of his mustache, brushing your fingers over the little bristles there, unaware of how your statement made Bradley feel like he got shot by cupid’s arrow. “I packed lunch for you by the way baby. Make sure to grab it before you leave tomorrow,” you remind him.

“..Bradley?!” You’re alarmed—not by his silence—but by the way his skin suddenly flares up. He’s completely flushed all the way down to his neck, and his pupils are severely dilated.

You panic, pressing your cold palms against the red splotches of his cheeks, holding his face in your hands—desperately trying to cool down the hot skin. “Hello? Earth to babygirl?”

“What’s for lunch?”

Bradley unwillingly scoots over, making room for Hangman to squeeze himself between him and Bob. “Nothing for you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Bradley grunts, defensively moving his lunch away from the blond.

“What did she pack for you, babygirl?” The blond taunts, slapping a hand against Rooster’s back.

Irritated by Hangman’s use of your pet-name for him, Bradley briefly gives him a look, before returning to his food, bringing an outstretched hand over his lunch box, obstructing Jake’s view of his meal for today.

Natasha coughs in her cup, pulling it away from her face. “Babygirl…? I thought she called you princes—”

“Protein wrap and strawberries cut into hearts.” Bradley abruptly announces, shoving the largest strawberry he could find into Phoenix’s already open mouth, shutting her up.

She roughly swallows the massive piece of fruit, throat bobbing as it travels down to her stomach. “Hint taken,” she says through clenched teeth, elbowing Bradley’s side. But it doesn’t affect him at all, he barely moves at Phoenix’s rough jab.

Everyone else at the table starts to snicker amongst themselves, reminded by the pet name they overheard you call him in the car awhile back.

“I think it’s sweet,” Bob speaks up, coming to Rooster’s defense, patting his mouth down with a napkin.

Every pilot at the lunch table snap their heads to Bob, intrigued by his decision to join in on the conversation.

Bob clears his throat, trying his best to not mind everyone’s eyes on him. “It looks like she was careful enough to pack something healthy for him, plus it’s the correct portion size to fill someone of his stature too. My momma—she uh, always said making food for someone should be considered a love language in itself.” Rooster smiles at him appreciatively, in which Bob timidly returns the gesture.

This had to be the most the quiet pilot has ever contributed to a conversation, and it causes a stir amongst everyone having their lunch break. Bob’s shared perspective makes everybody think to themselves—When was the last time someone packed them a lunch?

The rowdy table of aviators has fallen quiet, until Hangman decides to speak up first.

“Hey so, you and your girl,” he starts. Across from him, Coyote is desperately trying to catch his best friend’s attention, making faces at him, begging him to stop his sentence there.

“Have you guys thought about havin' a third?”

At first, Rooster doesn’t react. He just absently looks ahead at Fanboy, who starts sweating bullets, as if he was the one who asked the question.

Everyone else at the table pretends to be busy, deciding to watch the scene unfold from the corner of their eye, silently chewing on their food.

It’s spine chilling—the way Bradley starts to slowly twist his head to face Hangman. For a second, Natasha expects his head to spin all the way around, like the girl from the seventies horror film, The Exorcist.

“If I wasn’t freshly healed, I would mash you into Payback’s potato salad to the point no one could detect what chunk is Jacob Seresin and what chunk is a piece of potato,” he warns, coldly—causing Payback to drop his fork at the imagery.

"..So that's a no."

"It's a no." Bradley reiterates.

“Now where did you find a girl like her?” the familiar voice fills his ears.

Bradley knows exactly who it is, smiling to himself as Maverick slips onto the bar stool besides him. “Not sure, but I sure feel lucky.”

“Two beers then?” Penny asks, seeing the two men wait together.

Maverick nods, smiling politely at her before looking over to where Rooster has been staring off at.

Across the bar, you’re laughing along with the rest of the team. Each person has a rose tucked behind their ears, which you individually placed. This is your first time meeting his team, and you wanted to make a good impression, bringing everyone a flower as a thank you for looking after Bradley when you’re not around. The scene makes Bradley’s chest warm.

“She reminds me of dad.” Bradley quietly confesses, recalling the times his father brought his mother flowers to show his love. Bradley might be a carbon copy of his father physically, but you act more like Goose in every other way.

If this was a couple years ago, this would’ve made Bradley feel sad. Back then, any mention or reminder of his parents made him itch in discomfort, it was a sore spot for him for awhile. But that was until you came into his life.

You were unlike anyone Bradley’s ever dated. At first you were shy about it, not wanting to scare him away with the unusual way you took care of your partners.

But after a while, he noticed that you began to buy him flowers at any occasion. You even made an effort to open the door for him instead, refusing to follow the rules of ladies first. And you insisted on driving the Bronco, convincing him that he deserves to be a passenger princess too.

Bradley came to a quick understanding that you weren't doing it to people please, no. You did it simply because you felt like it, it was effortless the way you loved him.

At first, it was strange for him, being looked after like that. Bradley wasn't used to receiving gentle treatment. But with time—he learned to love the dynamic of your relationship, because it reminded him of his parent’s marriage. You took care of him the way four year old Bradley remembered Goose took care of Carole.

“Maybe he sent her your way, kid.” Maverick smiles, seeing the resemblance as you hook Hangman under the flap of your arm, messing up his perfectly combed hair.

And to their surprise, Hangman lets you do it, smiling ear to ear as everyone laughs harder, holding onto their stomachs. “I’m never the best at advice but,” Maverick chuckles. “..you should consider putting a ring on that, she’s special.”

“I plan to.” Bradley confirms, reaching into his pocket, holding onto the fuzzy box, containing a engagement ring inside.

He could spend the rest of his life with you too.

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update- happy to announce that this blurb turned into a series, read more on babybear and bradley here.

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whumparound · 8 months ago

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Midnight Studio - Whumplist

Summary: Struggling lawyer Han Bom (Kwon Nara) has fallen on hard times: She’s behind with her rent and can’t find any clients who will pay her. But might she enjoy better luck representing clients in the afterlife? After she meets a short-tempered photographer named Seo Ki Joo (Joo Won) and his clientele of disgruntled ghosts and restless spirits, her luck begins to change. Will this unusual duo’s new partnership prove a hit for the living...and the living dead?

**Description from VIKI, Show is a VIKI original**

Thoughts: I actually really enjoyed this drama. I feel like some pieces of it were never explained like his mother, and he only talked about his father once. Outside of that, the story was really entertaining and, as you can see, filled with whump. Joo Won is a great whumpee, and I would suggest watching Stealer: the treasure keeper or Alice if you want more whump from him. For this list I started paying attention to Baek Nam-gu around episode 7 but there is an ep early on that shows his death. I don't really count death as whump so I didn't add it.

Whumpees:

Seo Ki joo Played by Joo won

Baek Nam-gu Played by Eum Moon Suk

1x01 - Seo Ki joo: carried (comical) ●● choked in air ●● Sick, Feverish, smoke Inhalation coughs ●● scared, attacked, choked

1x02 Seo Ki joo: thrown on accident●● attacked by spirits pinned down, saved

1x03 Seo Ki joo: *from last ep***pinned down, almost killed, saved*** ●● Arrested, manhandled, woke up yelling from a nightmare

1x04 Seo Ki joo: concerned for someone, ran into traffic to save FL

1x05 - Seo Ki joo: sleeping, woke frantic, someone throws salt at him, crowded and yelled at, ●● concern for someone ●● in fight ●● pinned against wall ●● Nightmare, wakes up sweating falls off bed unconscious

1x06 - Seo Ki joo: Sweaty, can't hold up his head, passes out ●● carried home by FL *it's was so funny I has to pause to laugh*, laid down, wakes up slowly, struggling, goes to work but is sick for 3 days

1x07 - Seo Ki joo: Choked, cared for Baek Nam-gu: fought, struggling to stand

1x08 - Seo Ki joo: scratch on arm ●● Sick, sweaty, falls asleep, wakes up, frantic (comedic) Baek Nam-gu: fought ●● found out upsetting news

1x09 - Seo Ki joo: Concerned for someone ●● Worried ●● Thrown by a visitor, concerned for, helped to stand Baek Nam-gu: upset, crying, throws vase through glass with powers. Concerned for, comforted, thrown by spirit

1x10 - Seo Ki joo: upset, crying ●● thrown to the ground, choked ●● found out shocking news, pretending to be okay ●● crying while confessing he's scared (really heartbreaking and great acting) ●● attacked with a wrench, chased, fought, choked with said wrench, almost passes out, choked again, saved, protecting FL, bruises on neck Baek Nam-gu: thrown to the ground

1x11 - Seo Ki joo: Client breaks glass that cuts ML cheek

1x12 - Seo Ki joo: scared, in ambulance, unconscious, sweaty, worried for, bleeding, flatlines Baek Nam-gu: Cries

1x13 - Seo Ki joo: found out shocking information, Fought, stabbed, knife twisted, struggling to run, falling, holding wound, falls wound bleeding more, finally makes it downstairs, passes out **this whole sequence was kind of funny on the Bad guys part because he looked so content** (from previous episode) in ambulance, unconscious, sweaty, worried for, bleeding, flatline ●● In hospital, coma, loved ones concerned for him●● Concerned for, slapped *comedic* ●● Concerned, saved FL worried Baek Nam-gu: slapped *comedic*, Upset, almost becomes evil, calms self, upset

1x14 - Seo Ki joo: crying, upset, bittersweet reunion with loved one ●● walking around with IV, looks weak ●● pain in stomach (Pretend), pain in neck (real, no consequence) ●● sad ●● teary Eyed, shocked, fought, throw Through wall of photos, chocked, dropped, chocked, almost stabbed, crying, screaming Baek Nam-gu: fought, thrown bookcase falls on him, fought, Collapsed, continues fighting, taken over, stabbed, crying

1x15- Seo Ki joo: dragged out of studio by a supernatural force, crying, comforted ●● Worried for loved one●● Worried for●● upset, trying to punch a ghost, collapses, teary Eyed, upset

1x16 - Seo Ki joo: Drunk, admitting he's scared, worried for ●● scared, chased, attacked, man's was jumped, jumps off a cliff into a gate, Rolls, grunting, cut on face, ●● stumbling, falls down hill, loosing energy, chased ●● thrown back by energy, upset, falls down a hill into rocks, knocked out ●●wakes up, kicked *comedic*, cut on hand

Sorry for any spelling errors. I am dumb 😊

#whump #asian whump #kdrama whump #unconscious #korean whump #midnight studio #joo won #seo ki joo #Eum Moon suk #Baek Nam-gu #whump list #whumplist #passed out #piggyback

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oddballwriter · 8 months ago

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The Second

Summary: After going on an unplanned adventure with your best friend and crush, his host, and his host's wife to stop the end of the world, and ending up in an accidental love triangle... square...whatever shape it is, you go back to your hometown to clear your mind. It's a great success for you, helping you reconnect with your childhood friend and even bring him back to continue the fun and show him your life in London. But unbeknownst to you, it seems like it might just cause a rift that is born on one side of the triangle.

Warnings: Love triangle and unrequited feelings. The reader is referred to using she/her. Angst, it's soft but it's there. Third-wheeling. I can't think of anything else but I feel like there's more, if there is just tell me.

Author’s Snip: This is sort of a pilot for a series idea that I have that involves all kinds of love shape situations, rivalry, and dragging friends into all kinds of avatar shenanigans on accident. So if you guys like this, let me know so that I can prep and have it ready for writing and planning.

Notes: This is not proofread before posting, if there are errors blame Grammarly for not catching it. I might fix them later.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 2,892

Tag List: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

What an adventure you just went on. It all feels so unreal when you even try and think about it. Even as you stare up at the ceiling above your bed you find it hard to really digest fully.

Your good friend Steven turned out to be an alter for a person with DID who's named Marc Spector, whom you had not met, ever, throughout you and Steven's close friendship. In which Marc is the avatar and fist of justice for the Egyptian god Khonshu and was living his life while Steven was not fronting, unbeknownst to Steven, and has been playing a game of keep-away with a cult and their leader for a scarab. And you ended up finding all that out when some members of the cult kidnapped you to intimidate Steven and Marc. By the way, Marc is married and has been married, to a woman named Layla. And so you had to go on this whole adventure with all three of them to stop the end of the world, or something, nearly dying on several occasions, and now it's done apparently. Crisis averted. Also, there is a fucking third one.

You're sure that if you told someone outside of your journal and your new group of friends about this, then you would be thrown into a psychiatric hospital in record time.

And that isn't even mentioning all the complicated feelings you're having right now about the love triangle, that only you are aware of. Because of course, you're in a love triangle that the two other people have no idea exists. It's complicated. It was a little complicated at the start, and now it's so much more complicated because now there's another person involved.

Scratch that, four people involved. This is a love square.

Fuck it, now that Jake's here it might actually be a love pentagon now!

Either way, it all has to do with your feelings towards Steven. You had developed them pretty early on in your friendship with Steven because you just so happened to fall into your type. Dork, sweet, funny, and polite guys were your weakness. You tried to fight them off, not wanting to ruin the friendship that you honestly valued with Steven. But he just had this aura and energy that had your heart like a moth to a flame. Some might call it a slow burn. You'd say that it all was fast. But the warmth went to heat that got painful when you found out about Marc and Layla, and thus Steven and Layla.

You're not mad at Layla. Of course not! Why would you? She was there first, technically. It feels bad to say that. Both because you'd have to try and snuff out the feelings that you have, but also because it sounds wrong. It sounds like Steven's an object to be won instead of a person with his own thoughts and feelings. And you never once saw him like that. He was Steven. Nice, sweet, funny Steven.

You knew you needed to move on, even if it hurt. You know you don't have the guts and nerve to be 'the other person' even if you got the chance to be. It would be disrespectful to Layla, and Layla's a great woman. You settle on going back home, to your hometown, to see family and friends in hopes that it'll distract you, maybe even help you get over it if you're lucky. You call up your family who gladly accept the idea and will set up the room that you'll stay in by the time you get there. With that, you pack your bags, get ready for the trip, and head off.

You don't tell Steven that you're leaving to anywhere at first until you're just about to leave, figuring that if he tries to visit you and you're not there he'll assume someone else has kidnapped you and panic. You just send him a simple "As a heads up I'll be out of town for a while. I need a break.", at some point in your trip heading towards your hometown he texts you back with a single "Okay. Sounds nice.".

As it turns out, going around old loved ones really does help your blues. Matter of fact it seems like everyone from your life here heard the news that you'd be spending a few weeks in town and all got together to see you. Your uncle and dad actually threw a little family cookout so that everyone can come say hi to you.

Everyone had questions for you. What's London like? What have you been doing? How's life going over there?

Of course, you can't tell them about all the recent events and you also don't want to ruin your good mood by talking about Steven like you probably would have if this were a trip not spawned from him, in a sense. Overall, everyone's just happy you're back regardless.

You meet a really old face amidst the crowd of family and friends who've assembled. Samson. Sammy. God, you'd know his face anywhere and you know he'd know yours too. You and Sammy have been best friends since diapers. Your moms were friends. Apparently, the story goes that your mom and dad were at the courthouse waiting in line to sign the marriage papers and so were Sammy's mom and dad. Your mothers started talking and it turns out they have a lot in common. By the time both parties left the courthouse, they were in each other's weddings, to which they then found out that they both would be moving into the same area to settle down. Your moms swear that you and Sammy being close in age was just a coincidence but you always joked that it wasn't.

Sammy is hard to put into words. How do you describe the person who's been your best friend since both of you were coloring with crayons and all the way to high school graduations and beyond? The number one person you would talk to about things outside of your parents and through all of the other friends you've both had throughout your lives, the one that has always been the same. Sammy is just Sammy to you, in the most sincere way possible.

After seeing each other at the cookout you catch up on just about everything. What you've been up to, any life milestones you've gotten to while apart. You tell him about London and he tells you about his life here in town. Sammy's gotten up to a few things, had a few girlfriends, and apparently, he's developed his own business. Turns out he's a handyman and locksmith now and makes great money. Gets to make his own hours, so he says. Sammy teases you a bit and asks if you've been collecting British boyfriends. You know it's just a tease but it plucks at the still tender parts of your heart a little. You brush it off and say no.

"No?" Sammy questions, "Come on. Someone like you over there? You're kidding me. You've got to have some guys waiting like a dog for you to come back." he says. You decide to play along in the banter.

"Maybe I do. What of it, Sam-I-Am." you shrug, pretending like he's trying to compete and also pulling out old childhood nicknames. Sammy cringes and the nickname, "Oof, not the Sam-I-Am from kindergarten. You know only my dad called me that until you said it in class. Then everyone started calling me that till fifth grade." Sammy laughs. "Not you doing your shitty British accents when I said I had a thing for British boys back in seventh grade." you reference and make a call back of your own. "It made you laugh and that was my goal." Sammy playfully defended.

For a good half of your stay, Sammy was there, like always, and you would be talking about the old days. Referencing various moments and laughing or cringing together. It felt so nostalgic and good to just feel that bond again, have someone who knows all your little inside jokes and references because they were there when it was formed, and you both didn't want it to stop.

So when the day that you were to go back to London you threw out the idea that Sammy come back with you and continue the fun there. Show him what you've been doing and show him the little life you've created there.

Even though you live in a one-bedroom apartment you managed to accommodate your guest pretty well. You always knew that the pull-out bed extension of your couch that you bought second-hand would have a use someday. You two settled on rules and bases, along with where various things are in case they're needed.

After that, it was just more talking that made the time go by so fast and other things seem so minuscule. You hadn't really paid attention to the fact that you had a brief text conversation with Steven when you got back basically just telling him that you were back and what you're up to right now. It wasn't until he texted you something that sort of snapped you out of it.

You: I'm not really doing anything but my friend came back with me and will be here for a bit.

Steven: Oh that's nice

Steven: Can I meet them maybe?

You weren't sure how long you spent looking at that message, but it was long enough that Sammy noticed. "Something wrong?" he asks. "No," you reply, "Just one of my friends. He says he wants to meet you... if you're okay with that," you explain but hesitate slightly at the end, not really liking the sound of having Steven over right now after being able to get him off your mind. "Sure! I'd love to meet one of your friends here." Sammy responds, "If that's alright with you of course." he adds.

You take a second to weigh it out in your mind. On one hand, having the guy that you have feelings for over after you went on a whole vacation partially because he doesn't feel that way towards you doesn't sound like the best idea. But maybe having Sammy here will reduce that feeling of awkwardness since it can just be having your friends meet each other.

Taking the gamble, you tell Steven that he's good to come over.

The next few minutes are spent continuing to talk to Sammy, making jokes and having banter. When you hear the knock at your door you and a text from Steven that announces that he's arrived. You get up from the couch and make your way to the door, unlocking it and opening it up. And there he is, smiling at you and giving you his usual polite little "hello". You greet him back before stepping out of the way so that he can come in.

Sammy gets up from his seat on the couch and comes to shake Steven's hand. You see Steven hesitate briefly and sort of freeze up before taking the hand shake. You step in between them.

"Steven, this is my childhood friend, Samson. Samson, this is my friend Steven." you introduce them to each other and gesture to them respectively. "Nice to meet you!" Sammy comments. "Likewise," Steven responds.

You all take a seat, you and Sammy back on the couch while Steven takes a chair from your little dining table set. Sammy and Steven have some good small talk back and forth, talking the usual stuff when you meet new people. You can see Steven being a little fidgety, picking at his sweater sleeve, nodding along but having a small crease between his brows. All things that he does when he's nervous or concerned with something, you take it as Steven being shy about meeting and talking to new people like he usually is. You take it upon yourself to sort of help him by bringing up subjects that you know he's good at talking about.

"Steven loves Ancient Egypt and mythos. He knows pretty much everything," you mention. Sammy raises his brows in interest, "Really?" he questions. "Oh yeah," Steven confirms, "I would have made a bloody good tour guide if my superior wasn't out to get me." Steven remarks. You see Sammy hold back a laugh in the corner of your vision, you turn to him and light-heartedly scold him with a "Stop it.". Sammy looks towards you, his smile growing to a shit-eating grin. "Stop it," you repeat, "Behave. I told you not to laugh," you say as you struggle to keep your own laughter in. "He said the thing." Sammy squeaks out before letting a few laughs leave him. You lean in and bap him on the shoulder playfully, "Stop," you warn as you give him a few baps.

Steven lets out a small laugh that only you can tell is his fake trying-to-pretend-I-get-it laugh. "I'm sorry, Steven." you apologize, "Not even 24 hours in and he doesn't know how to act," you say as you look back to Sammy and give him a playful shake. "I'm sorry." Sammy says to Steven, "There's an inside joke to it I swear." he says.

"What's the joke?" Steven inquires. Your face drops, knowing what Sammy is going to say. "Don't you dare," you warn Sammy as you try to cover his mouth, but Sammy already knew that you are going to stop him and is ready to block your hand. You both spend a few seconds lightly wrestling as you try to cover his mouth and he blocks you in some way. "It has something to do with her-" Sammy says before you interrupt him with a "No!" in objection, "British boyfriend!" Sammy announces. "I don't have a British boyfriend!" you object through laughs as you hit him with a couch pillow. You both spend a few moments laughing. When you finally calm down you find Steven looking at the two of you like you've grown and extra head.

You sigh and look to Sammy, "Why don't you explain 'British boyfriend' to him since you want to talk about it so much?". "Okay, okay," Sammy submits. "This one," Sammy says pointing at you, "Had a thing for this one kid who was visiting family for the summer in our home neighborhood back in seventh grade, or seventh year, whatever it's called here. And so we have this joke that he was her British boyfriend. And I used to do a really bad accent to make her laugh and get all embarrassed.", Sammy looks at you and reassures, "I'm not going to do it, don't worry.".

The conversation goes on but you and Sammy can't help but say more jokes that you then need to explain to Steven, which leads to other stories and laughing fits between the two of you. You try to do the same with Steven in case he references something between the two of you, but you find that Steven just seems to sit there and listen, nodding along. You want to try and prompt something but at some point, you're able to sense this weird tension in the air whenever you do.

You aren't too sure what to do. You don't want to shoo Steven out since you've always said that Steven was always welcomed at your place, but the atmosphere is strange between the two of you for some reason. It isn't until Sammy gives something that would get the job done.

"You know, it's really nice to meet you, Steven. But I think the traveling is starting to catch up with me." Sammy says as he stretches his arms out. "Oh, no worry. I was actually thinking of getting out of your hair. You know..." Steven responds, "Since you guys probably had to get out early to get back here." he clarifies. Steven was already getting up to leave by the time he even started talking.

Sammy and you get up also, and you go in for the usual goodbye hug that you and Steven do when parting ways, Sammy shakes Steven's hand again and says his goodbyes.

Once Steven leaves, you and Sammy set up the couch so that Sammy can nap for a bit. You head to your room so that you can take one for yourself and reflect on the meeting. You still have a bit of that feeling of weird tension but figure that maybe Steven wasn't prepared for all the energy that you and Sammy created and all the inside jokes. Maybe a second get-together could help with that. After all, it might be great to have two best friends also be best friends with each other.

Meanwhile, Steven walks back, sitting in his thoughts quietly as he walks until Marc appears in a reflection along the walk. "What's with the long face?" Marc asks. Steven glances at Marc for a moment, "Nothing, it's just that..." Steven opens up with, "I felt like a bit of a third wheel over there." he admits. Marc shrugs, "Well it is her friend from her hometown, isn't it? I'm sure they'd be all chatty with each other.".

"Yeah, I suppose so." Steven replies, "It just felt a bit... off." Steven remarks.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant

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sunraies · 2 years ago

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rafe request — can you please write about reader getting into an accident after a fight with race and rafe getting worried but make it really really dramatic like car accident life threatening, i wanna cry and feel angst 🫢

I mean this in the nicest way possible. I hope this is angst enough to make you cry. If this doesn't work, watch Daisy Jones and The Six. That made me cry today or the Notebook. We all need a good cry sometimes x

You Can Go Your Own Way

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings- Angst. Car accident. Argument. mentions of a pregnancy scare. Talks about future. Hospital. Coma

As requested above.

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It wasn't even that big of an argument. At least wasn't meant to be until you told Rafe, you couldn't do it anymore.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He frowned, hurt flooding his eyes that you loved so much.

"I just. We keep going round in circles" You began gathering your things dotted around his room.

"Baby, stop" He tried to gently stop your hands before you moved away from him and continued "Baby, fucking stop!"

"Rafe, it just isn't going to work" You could feel the tears burning in your eyes as they threated to fall.

"It will! I promise" He tried to pull you closer but you resisted, knowing the minute you were in his arms, you would melt.

"Don't make promises you can't keep" You whispered before cutting off his reply "god, Rafe. I love you but we want different things. I'm off to college, and you'll be here, working for Ward."

"I never said I didn't want you to go," He frowned. "All I said was let's get married. "

You looked up to the ceiling before back down at him. "Because of a scare fucking pregnancy, Rafe" You pointed to the test thrown in his bathroom bin, only moments ago "God, your face when you were hoping it was positive. I can't do that. I don't want that. Not right now."

"I know, baby, I know." He ran a hand through his hair, "but I meant it, I would marry you. Not because of a baby but because I fucking love you"

You shook your head and swallowed "I don't want to be some tropy wife. I've seen how it broke my mother. She had so many dreams and I do too. You can't come with me and I can't stay here"

You had always wanted a life bigger than Outerbanks could give you. Collage in New York was that chance. Your heart was torn in two, all because you had fallen in love with Rafe Cameron.

"I love your dreams" Rafe looked like he could cry too. "I want you to live them, baby"

"I can't do that as a married collage student with my husband half way across the country. All I'm asking is that we wait. I can't give you the future you want right now"

"Why wait? It's just a ring. It shows that you are mine." He sighed before your eyes widened. It suddenly twigged, the other reason he had asked you.

"That's it! Fuck Rafe, do you really think that little of me? I'm not going to sleep around!"

"No. No. It's the guys I don't trust" He desperately tried to reach for you as you nodded and picked up the last of your things. "Baby, please"

"I'm not something you can fucking own, Rafe"

You had been together for two years and it was wonderful. Rafe was kind, caring, protective but the one thing that always caused a problem was when the protectiveness turned into possessiveness. A little you could handle, an arm around you at a party, a kiss on temple as you talked to another guy but the fighting, the anger at someone for even looking at you the wrong way, it was too much.

As you stammered your car door and locked it. Rafe ran out to you and hammered on the window. He called out to you, but you drove away, leaving him cursing barefoot in the driveway.

You weren't sure where to go. You couldn't go back home right a way. The moment your mother saw you crying, it would feel too real. Your best friend was most likely in The Cut, and again, if you fall into her arms, it would be too much to bare. You loved her brother so much, it hurt. So you drove into the night to clear your head.

It happened quickly. They say things can change in the blink of an eye. That life is made up of split seconds.

You had been adjusting the volume on the radio as 'Go Your Own Way' by Fleetwood Mac played. It seemed like the sky was crying with you as it began raining heavily.

Your phone lit up with a message distracting you.

Gorgeous 👑 - 'Call me or tell me when you are home safe...'

The rest of the message was cut off.

The name you had given him made you smile at the memory of him finding it. It was a few months into your relationship, even after the years together, you hadn't changed it.

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"Why gorgeous? And a crown. " He frowned as he stared at your phone

"Because you're my gorgeous king." You kissed his cheek

"That's fucking cheesy as shit" He teased before you grabbed his phone

"Oh yeah, what's yours, then, huh?" You opened it, smiling at his lock screen of you before finding the contact and laughing "Baby with a red heart? And mine was cheesy"

"Shut up" He blushed before pining you down on the bed as you laughed.

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When you glanced back up at the road, all you could do was gasp as yellow headlights blinded you. You tried to swerve but you just felt the car spin out of control on the wet road before the impact of metal hitting metal, the stretching, the boom of air bags, the smell of burnt rubber and the iron taste of blood.

Every nerve in your body screamed as your head felt heavy. Somehow, you ended upside down. You could hear a strangers voice, muffled like it was under water. A buzzing caught your attention as your phone lay broken on the road. Rafe’s face appearing on the screen, his gorgeous smile, broken and cracked as it showed he was calling. It was the last thing you saw before losing conciseness.

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"Who the fuck are you?" Rafe asked as a male voice was on the other end of the phone.

"Calm down, son." The officer, on the other end, replied, "I'm officer Warron, now I need you to remain calm for moment."

Rafe dropped to the floor, holding his head as Officer Warron told him you had been involved in a road traffic accident and that you had been transferred to the General on the main land in crucial condition. They had contacted him as your mother had told them too, he needed to know. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and he was the last call on your broken phone.

He got to the hospital as quickly as he could, taking the Druthers as fast as it would possibly go. He almost forgot to pay the taxi before following the instructions your mother had messaged.

"Oh, Rafe!" Your tearful mother embraced him as he entered your room. He gently patted her back as he looked over to you.

You looked so broken and fragile in the bed, hooked up to a million machines. He just stared feeling completely numb.

"I know, it looks scary, but they said the surgeries went well. They put. They put her in an induced coma to, to help the healing." Your mother stumbled over her words. "She can hear you"

All Rafe could do was nod before your mother gave him a sad smile. "I'll give you two a moment," she moved to kiss your cheek before speaking to you. "I'm just going to update your dad, sweetie. Rafe's here. He's here."

They both could have sworn your heart beat raised a little at her words before she left.

Rafe stumbled into the seat next to your bed and shakily took your hand. "Shit, baby. I don't. I don't even know what to say, " He whispered. "I'm so sorry. Fuck..."

He suddenly broke down, his head on your arm as he sobbed. The only sounds filling the room were the beeping of your machines and his broken sniffles.

#rafe cameron #outer banks rafe #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks #rafe x reader #outerbanks fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron angst #rafe request

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 3 months ago

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Agatha all along ep 6 spoilers.

After the ep 5 ending I was really looking forward to seeing ep 6 and I have to say it did not disappoint. This episode was great and we got some answers but also some more mysteries to solve. I do think this episode had some really dark moments amd themes in it but then that was balanced out with some comedic moments too.

First I want to talk about one of the darker more tragic events of this episode and that's the William Kaplan/Billy Maximoff backstory. This situation is tragic in so many different ways. When it comes to William Kaplan obviously the tragedy is that he is this young 13 year old boy, he has a loving family and has just celebrated this huge milestone and has his whole life ahead of him when there's a car accident that suddenly cuts his life short. I think unfortunately this is a story that happens way too often in real life, and it's always devastating when someone so young is lost like that.

But this situation is made darker because you've then got William's parents who have no idea that their son has died. They know that he is different and that he doesn't remember them, which is really hard to cope with, but they think it's a result of the head injury from the accident, they don't know that their son died and was replaced with Billy Maximoff and how would Billy even begin to explain that to them. But it means you've got these parents who have gone through one of the most devastating things a parent can go through, the loss of a child, but they don't know it has happened and so can't properly grieve for their son. All they know is that he is different than he was before the accident.

Then you have Billy. That moment when he was in the hospital and you could see how terrified he was, well that was heart-wrenching. Billy must have been so confused and scared, one minute he's saying goodnight to his brother and parents, the next he's bleeding in a car, being rushed to hospital and is surrounded by strangers. On top of that he is being told by everyone around him that he is William Kaplan, that he doesn't remember that because he was in a car accident but he himself believes he is someone else, that he's Billy Maximoff, that something isn't right, so he must be really struggling through an identity crisis and trying to figure out what is real and who he really is. On top of that he has memories of his twin, Tommy, he can sense him but can't find him. It's a lot for a young boy to go through and to deal with. He can also read the minds of those around him which adds to the distress he feels. He spends the next three years trying to figure out who he really is whilst also feeling like an intruder and like no one truly knows him which must be really lonely. I think that's why when he hears Eddie thinking about telling him he loves him he confesses to him because he wants at least one person to know who he truly is. I think he struggles with his identity up until his meeting with Ralph and hearing Ralph talk about Wanda and Vision's sons is when he gets that confirmation that the identity he knew, Billy Maximoff, is real and that's when he begins to re-embrace that identity and he becomes determined to find his brother, the last member of his family still left to him.

Another added level of tragedy to this situation is Wanda. She spent the events of MoM desperately looking for her children, wondering why they existed in every other universe but her own, feeling that bitterness and grief and how unfair it was that in every other reality her children exisisted and were with her, so why didn't they exist in hers as well, why was she without them. But the heartbreaking truth was that they did exist in her universe but, Billy at least, was hidden by the sigil. I do wonder why it is no one can find Tommy and what happened to him? Did he also end up in the body of a dying kid? Is his soul just kind of floating around without a vessel and that's why Billy can sense him but not find him? I also wonder if when Wanda could hear her sons calling out for help whether that was real and was her sons in her reality subconsciously calling out to her. We know Billy was going through a bit of turmoil, it's possible Tommy was aswell where ever he is, so maybe Wanda was picking up on that in the post credit scene where she had the darkhold and could hear them, but maybe the sigil prevented her from being able to physically find them/Billy. If that makes sense, so she could hear their thoughts, but when she tried to actually look for them, the sigil plus whatever is hiding Tommy, prevented her from finding them. I will say though that Agatha's line about how every witch with heartbeat can hear Billy now becomes even more heartbreaking when you think that Wanda no longer has a heartbeat and so she'll never know that her son is still alive. Unless of course the mcu find a way to bring her back which I am still holding out hope for.

So speaking of the sigil, out of all the potential characters that could have cast it I was not expecting the reveal to be Lilia. That being said it does make sense to the story, she's a divination witch and clearly saw something that made her feel the need to put the sigil on him. I do wonder what exactly she saw, clearly she saw William dying and being replaced by Billy but I can't help but wonder if there was more to her vision than that and whether the sigil was to protect him or to protect others from him.

Another thing I did like in this episode is how Billy/William came into contact with all the members of the coven at some point, Lilia at the bar mitzvah, Alice at the car accident, Jen on YouTube and Sharon when he ran into her car. It adds to that idea of a coven being brought together by forces of fate.

The relationship between Billy and Eddie was so cute and wholesome and I hope we get to see more of them. I love how supportive Eddie was of Billy when he confessed to him that he wasn't William Kaplan and how he helped Billy try to unravel the mystery around his identity, even going so far as joining him in a creepy parking garage to meet a creepy stranger from online.

Ok kids I do need to say though if you make contact with someone online, especially someone named bohneriffic please don't go meet up with them, especially not in a creepy parking garage, Billy was not deploying street smarts there, the only smart part of that plan was that at least he took his supportive boyf with him. I do have to say that when wandavision first aired, I really, really, really hated the reveal that Evan Peters wasn't another variant of Peter/Pietro but was some random dude named Ralph Bohner, mostly because I really loved Evan Peters version of quicksilver in the xmen films and so was excited to see him in the mcu. So finding out that he wasn't actually quicksilver was like a slap in the face. That being said the scene between Mr bohneriffic, Billy and Eddie was a balm that helped sooth the sting a bit. The scene was very funny and I think Evan did a great job with it. It was also interesting to hear from the point of view of someone who was under Wanda's hex and what that was really like for those who lived in Westview. I'm still hoping that one day we'll see Evan's quicksilver in the mcu though.

Speaking of funny scenes and seeing things from a different pov, getting to see the whole chase and interrogation scene from the first ep from Billy's pov was hysterical, it really did leave me in stitches. Highlights have to be, her using the end of a hose pipe as a gun, when she kicked him out of the chair but actually it was just this really goofy kick she laid on him, the whole poking the bear bit and of course the iconic 'I don't want to go back in the closest' line. Again, though, it was also interesting to see it from outside of agatha's pov and see how different the reality actually was. It's kind of funny how she saw Billy as this mouthy, confident teen when in reality he was actually being really sweet and kind of goofy.

Another interesting scene was the ending between Billy and Agatha. I do think they have an interesting dynamic and they always have had, there does seem to be an affection there between them, like I believed Agatha when she said it was good to see him again, also she didn't want him feeling guilty for taking over William's body and she seemed to have a kind of pride in him and saw him as even more of a witch because he survived, like witches do. But at the same time there is that antagonism between them too, they've wronged each other and Billy does have trust issues when it comes to Agatha, I also wouldn't be surprised if Agatha is now a bit less trusting of Billy after he threw her in the mud. She clearly was enjoying mocking him about his parents and brother and trying to get a rise out of him.

Honestly for me this show just keeps getting better and better, I can't wait for the next episode and to see what will happen next, where Jen and Lilia are now because let's be real they aren't dead. What's rio up to because she's been noticeably absent since Alice died. Is Billy going to be able to find Tommy at the end of the road and what's Tommy been up to since the end of Wandavision. So many more questions I need answering.

#agatha all along #agatha all along spoilers #billy maximoff #agatha harkness

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