#shit I didn’t mention boat boys at all

[mysticofspades]

Top 10 Moments in the Life Series

Okay, so like, a month ago or something, Jimmy asked his viewers to compile together a list of their top ten moments from the life series, and I put together my potential list right then and there when the video came out. Then I forgot about it for the entirety of a month and now here we are. (ADHD sucks sometimes TT). Since he’s already put out his reaction vid, I didn’t feel like putting together an entire video but still wanted to ramble some so~

10. Desert Duo on a Camel Together in a Red Desert

Frankly, this made the list exclusively because of biases. The significance of these two men wandering around a RED DESERT – red as in; covered in blood – on the back of some rideable minecraft animal is probably lost on any new viewer. Not to mention the Cactus Monopoly scene, with Scar giving Grian the monopoly over it while saying; “I know how you love monopolies.” That entire interaction pretty much ruined me. I haven’t not thought about it in weeks. I need help.

9. The AH-HA Bit

I don’t know if I need to say anything more about this. If the previous was iconic for its dramatics, this is iconic for the opposite. It’s just a bunch of men having fun together, laughing and making stupid little puns about a made up British tradition. The fact that Impulse, a very american american, was somehow bound up in this group made it ten times funnier. No notes, this bit speaks for itself. Insert funny AH-HA pun here.

8. Etho’s Fishing Rod Kill on Scar

Already one of my favorite seasons for a variety of reasons, Last Life didn’t need this scene to make it my all time favorite season or anything. But damn, am I glad it happened. The precision and calculations on Etho’s part is just– damn! That entire situation, no matter how it played out, Etho would be on the winning side. Like, it was either Scar dies and Etho gets a boogie kill or just not. Even if Etho didn’t get his kill there, Bdubs woulda still gotten a life and Etho could still kill anyone else. Either way, Bdubs would’ve gotten his life and Etho would’ve gotten his buddy back. It’s all just beautifully and meticulously planned out that I can’t help but plop into this spot.

(Yes, I recognise that it might not have been planned to that extent on Etho’s part, or IRL Etho’s part, at least. I am choosing to believe that ch!Etho totally did weigh out all his options and came to the conclusion that this was the best course of action and was confident he could get the kill and even knew that Scar would have the Enchanter on him. He just comes off as that type of character to me, is all.)

7. Scott’s Sacrifice for Pearl in DL

You cannot tell me that this is not one of the most iconic moments of the life series, ever. Scott standing over that pile of TNT, lighter in hand while Pearl, bathed in red and a bloody ax clenched tightly in her fists, watches, wide-eyed and hysteric, trying to desperately ask what’s going on or to understand or to just do something, unable to in the end as Scott takes his own life crowning her victor over the bloodbath that she had never thought would end like this.

And that fucking line?! “Tilly death do us part?!” What the hell, Scott?!

In conclusion, your honor, Tilly is still alive somewhere in the DL world and someone should rescue her.

6. Grain’s Stalactite kill on BigB / Ren

Alright, this is pure luck and I am so fucking here for it. It’s simply beautiful. The unplanned accuracy of a man on a bloodlust ending up only getting a kill on his chosen soulmate is poetic as shit (shit that just so happens to be really poetic, that is).

It’s kinda like the reverse or inverse of the Etho fishing rod kill. Grian’s pure luck and also not is what makes this scene so fucking memorable.

Not to mention both Grian and Scar’s reactions. Grian was over the moon, screaming and celebrating and being ecstatic until he realizes just what he’s done. And his little “except when I got married,” is all pure chaos and we live for that here.

Then there’s Scar, ever the opportunist, immediately starts looting the corpses. Silently. He picks up anything he deems valuable (which could mean useless lint and string, but whatever) and tries to bealine it out of there the second he’s done. I love Scar, honestly.

5. Scar’s SL Win!

This specific season holds a special place in my heart for being the only season I watched and stayed tuned in for the entirety of its run. So when Scar, the one I’ve been rooting for since 3L, happens to win, you can imagine my excitement.

It was so out of left field, too. Like, in the final battle, I knew for a fact something was going to take out Scott and Pearl, them being winners already and this spoken rule of no double winners and all. But between Scar and Gem? I’m sorry, Scar, but I definitely didn’t see it coming. Gem was on a mad one, killing or getting someone else to kill more than half the server and already being stacked on kills. It just fits, ya know?

Like, Martyn, Grain and Pearl all were crazy about killing their entire season, even on green they were kinda unhinged, ya know? (couch couch Scarlet Pearl cough cough). And it's not like Scott didn’t have a body count.

To be fair though, it’s not like Scar didn’t get any kills either, it was just more…. Discrete? Unintentional. His kill on Bdubs and his accidental shot on Gem were both not of his own volition.

The idea that what it took for Scar to win was to completely give up on making friends is poetic as shit.

First season, he had an ally, a friend, a comrade, one whom he betrayed then gave his life for.

Next season, he tried and tried and tried again to make friends, almost as if chasing that same high he got with his first partner, but never managing to make any meaningful connections, and ended up shot in the back.

Then, he’s reunited with his partner of old and they get off to a good start, being the last greens and all. But as if with all things, it came down as Scar, accidentally, took their first two lives and his soulmate took the other.

Afterwards, he returns to his family, hoping to find peace and connections there. He finds it with his mother and brother and, sort of, with his estranged father. He leads a Scar-typical season of blowing things up (attempting to, at least), stabbing people in the back and swindling (only a little). It all comes to a head as his once-soulmate, once-partner-in-crime stabs him in the back, literally.

Finally, we have this season. Scar starts out looking for friends, he very much does. But the universe itself has other ideas. Bad task after bad task, Scar is left almost entirely isolated from the rest of the server. The backstabber of a soulmate offers him a home but he cannot take it (as per rules he made up about his task). Then, somehow, somewhere, he sees those words, “She’s dead, Scar, you won.”

It’s all just beautiful honestly.

4. “It was just a prank, Scar!”

The beginning of it all. This little prank led to so much that it deserves to be in the top5 of every list out there, in my opinion anyway. Like, Grian randomly happening across a creeper out in broad daylight then proceeding to choose to lead it all the way into a group of distracted people in the name of a prank which leads into a season-long, dramatic, all-defying alliance of which leads to a climactic battle surrounded by the disheveled and war torn lands they once ruled over together (we’ll get to this in a minute, don’t worry), chants of the ghosts of the lives they ended to get to where they are, screaming in their ears to fight and to kill and having to brutally take the last life of the person he’d once vowed his own to Al because of what? A prank?! Seriously?!– is that not the best shit you’ve heard all day? Or all week? Hell, maybe your entire fucking life???

I sure think so.

3. Liz’s Final Death in SL

I realize that this is my only Tim related moment on the list and it was Tim who had asked for the list in the first place, but whatever. There are plenty of cool ass (and miserably funny) Tim moments out there (ones I might plop into the honorary mentions bit) but this is honestly my favorite and the one I think makes the cut compared to the others on here.

Anyhow. Onto Liz taking Tim’s place as first out.

I watched Liz’s POV late, can’t remember if it was because she uploaded late or someone else uploaded and I forgot to get back to it afterward– I dunno. I saw hers late and thus already knew she was going to die first, so, unfortunately, I didn’t get to live it through her eyes first, quite sad I know. Point is, I fucking. Nearly. Cried.

Like, not only was Liz’s whole arc in the season quite sad already, with the whole, “I wish everyone were here,” and her attempt at cheering herself up ending up so horribly, I knew beforehand that something awful was going to have to happen to sum up all her season-long misery. Dying in the midst of an attack, her only proper attack really, with an ender-pearl sitting untouched in her hotbar, was not the way I thought that would happen.

And something I didn't expect even more?? Her dying first??? Yeah, no, it was definitely not on my SL Bingo Card, that’s for sure. It was just so out of nowhere and yet, it also wasn’t? How do I explain? Like, Liz’s whole season was going from one misfortune to another, bad decision to another and it just kept piling on, until, well– you know.

Tim’s seasons are usually like that, no? Bad decisions followed by the universe itself hating on him followed by pure bad luck. Pretty much any Timmy Life Series season honestly.

I don’t think I’m doing this scene– this event justice. Timmy went out first every season for 4 seasons in a row. then Lizzie waltzes on in for the second time, suffers a bunch in her episodes, tries to kill Scott (a well-known no-no if you want to live) and then dies. First.

Beautiful and iconic; that’s LDShadowLady for you.

(I realize I should probably talk about Tim some more, given that this is the only Jim-related moment on here, but eh. This segment is too long already. I’ll talk about some other Jim moments later.)

2. Scar’s Water Bucket Clutch

This moment proved to me that putting Grian and Scar together in a life series makes a seriously underrated but totally fairly rated duo. Like, in one season they managed to keep a whole ass, proper, monopoly going for at least, like, 2(?) whole sessions, Grain managed that stalactite kill I talked about already and then Scar does this shit??

I just– there’s a reason these guys got so fucking close to winning and never teamed up, volentairily, ever again. Had they teamed up again, and wanted to actively work together and actually win this shit, they totally could. There is a fucking reason both of them are individually winners now and I’m so shitting here for it.

Onto more specific things; Scar is a mad man and I love him for it. He saw Etho burning a couple of pandas (I apologize; a couple of jellies) and was just, “screw you Giran, those pandas need me,” and he went.

Grian’s reaction going from severely panicked to immeasurable pride is just beautiful (lots of things are beautiful, shut up).

When I tell you I replayed this shit non-stop until all the dopamine this scene could provide my ADHDed brain could be sucked up dry until it was drier than the driest of dry prunes you’ve ever seen on a hot ass summer afternoon, I mean it with every ounce of my being.

With that said; second place it shall be forevermore~

1. Cactus Ring

I mentioned this earlier and I don’t think anyone is necessarily surprised judging by all my other picks thus far, yeah?

Everyone’s heard of the beginning of the end. Well this feels a lot like the opposite of that. The end of the beginning, ya know? Third life’s the beginning, where everything began, where everything and everyone got established (well mostly everyone) and it’s where everything started. The cactus ring, to me, marks the end of the beginning. As if to say, “the beginning is over. We all know what we’re doing from now on, the trials are over and the bloodlusts and betrayals have already begun, let them continue (forevermore~).”

It’s a red mark (of blood) in the sand from where they began to where they’ll continue to go. It's the end of an era, the beginning of another, the continuation of a story left unfinished. It’s everything and nothing and I’m making no sense–

My point in all this is that this moment is iconic and deserves top 2, at minimum, on any and all lists of this kind. I accept none otherwise (not really :P).

…I feel like I spoilt myself a little my gushing about these guys earlier and now I don’t really have all that much to say–

Honorary Mentions!

1 - Tim’s final LimL death.

What the hell, dude? Talk all that crap to what? Trip off your own fucking Bad Boys Bread Brige™? Timmy, Timmy, Timmy.

Joel and Grain’s, and even Pearl’s, reactions were awesome btw!

2 - Grain and Scar’s Sing-Along!

It’s a desert duo moment, I don’t know what you want from me.

3 - Tim Killing Liz in SL

If I’m not mistaken, this is, like, Tim’s only kill that season and it being completely accidental and the fact that he feels horrible for it makes this moment comedy gold.

4 - Grain’s Triple Kill in 3L

This set the stage for many, many kills to come, and the excessive use of TNT minecarts can also be pinned back here, which is awesome of course.

5 - Etho’s Washed Up?!

This was originally on the list but because of (Scar-related) changes, it no longer is. It's awesome though so I put it down here. I fucking love this shit, dude. Cleo and Budubs’ back and forth and Etho just like, “I knew it guys, I really am washed up,” is just great.

6 - Mumbo’s Death in the Nether in SL

Mumbo is awesome and kinda not all there sometimes. This just so happens to be a moment of the latter, is all. Love him.

7 - Joel and Liz’s Romance in SL

I love these two interacting just casually. They’re super sweet and I just– I love seeing couples just doing normal things, like playing a game they both like together and just having fun, ya know? Whether that be with a little flirting or not, it’s fun to watch.

Alternatively; the Joel and Liz are trying to flirt in LL with Scar awkwardly there in the background.

[princessbrunette]

you couldn’t help it. he was your dads favourite friend. yours too.

above all, you felt safe with him — perhaps because he was the youngest of the bunch, it felt there was a more mutual understanding between the two of you. it was no secret that he loved to flirt with you, between offering you trips on his boat to your dad — likely just to get you alone, and the often implications he’d throw into casual conversation when you’d mention another boys name, along the lines of “listen kid you don’t need a boy you need a man. these suckers aren’t gonna satisfy you, can tell you that for free.” as he inhales cigarette smoke, fingers drawn to his lips outside at a work party for your dad that you’d invited yourself to.

he’d pulled up in that expensive car of his that you loved so much after you’d called him, begging him to pick you up. he even gets out the car to open your passenger seat door, taking note of the way you were more tipsy and loose than usual, tits practically falling out your top. “jesus, be careful would you?”

once driving away, you notice him licking his lips, glancing at you as he shakes his head disapprovingly.

“what’s that look for?” you giggle, rubbing at your thighs to warm up. the action makes him clench his jaw, flicking on the cars heating system just a tad — just so you’d stop tempting him. despite all the flirting, he was never quite sure if he could risk going through with it with you. he couldn’t lose this job, not after his own father had cut him off after starting his thirties.

“fuck are you doing out at this time, huh? does — does your dad know?” he blinks obviously at you, glancing away from the road for a second and you notice his hands tighten on the wheel when he sees the way you’re gazing at him.

“no! i’d like to keep it that way. i didn’t tell him ‘cos i didn’t wanna get in trouble. you’re not gonna get me in trouble right, mr cameron?” you lean over the centre console, tilting your head like a sad puppy. his eyes flutter in irritation and arousal, and he tongues at his cheek.

“nah… no… and i already told you to quit callin’ me that shit when i’m not working. it’s rafe.”

“mm, okay rafe. terribly sorry.” you smile to yourself, sitting back in your seat. there’s a short silence, before his curiosity gets the better of him.

“so— so who’s party was this anyway? you hangin’ out with boys?” his eyes slide over to you at the red light, his handsome features illuminated by the red glow.

“what if i was?” you tease and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head and lifting a hand off the steering wheel in exasperation.

“just a question. alright?” he thinks for a moment. “n’i told you already not to do that. trust me — okay — i was that age. it’s bad news for you… m’just tryna help you out here.” he resigns, shrugging.

“maybe you just want me all to yourself.” you walk your fingers along his leg — and this time he actually laughs, but it’s nervous, looking out his window as if to avoid looking at you all together. “wha’s funny? you’re the one always flirting with me.” you bat your eyelashes but he stares straight ahead, eyes hanging low.

“are you wasted?”

you sit back in your seat, arms crossed. “you should be nicer to me you know. i’m your bosses daughter.” your tone is braggy, chin held high with dignity.

“yeah, you’re my bosses daughter. s’exactly why i cannot be too fuckin’ nice to you, okay? can — can you do me a favour here? i’m trying to do the hard thing here and act right. if i did what i really wanted to do you’d probably just go runnin’ off to tell daddy, so… please.” he rants irately, a stiff hand held up between you. you stare at him, your bratty pout transforming in a conniving smile.

“what do you wanna do to me, rafe? ‘said if you did what you really wanted to do… so tell me what you want to do to me.” you lilt, turning your body in your seat which made your skirt hike up a little and your tits press together. he sighs, dropping his head for a moment and scratches his cheek at his slip up before giving you a warning look.

“don’t ask me that shit, okay?”

“i wont tell, i’m really good at keeping secrets.” you smile brightly, and he continues to stare — nearly missing the light turn green.

“that right.” he deadpans and you nod.

“mhm. anyways, funny story — i’ve been getting really good at my stretches. totally unrelated, but you know i can get my knees up by my head now? i’d show you, but there’s not much space here. there’s probably… a lot more space in the backseat.” you lean forward once more, and he continues to stare ahead, driving. “c’mon, rafe. don’t you wanna see? no one has to know.”

“alright, okay — shit. you want it so bad, i’ll give you what you fuckin’ want. jesus— you know, it’s about time you learn to stop teasing grown men, understand me?” he swivels the wheel, briskly pulling into a parking lot nearby and parking the car so haphazardly that you jolt forward when he pulls the brake. “what — are you havin’ second thoughts? huh? no? get in the back before i change my damn mind.”

“okay, rafe.”

“and thats mr cameron to you now, a’ight? go on.”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the game part two

read part one here!

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, drug dealing, smut, dubcon at first, f receiving oral and handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of anal, cheating

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs

it’s been six months, and you’ve mostly forgotten about your encounter with rafe cameron. you stole his drugs and his money, then hid out. you knew your brother would keep you safe until things died down, giving you ample money for your score, but not wanting to hear the details of how you got into the cameron household.

you rarely think of rafe, except when your pathetic boyfriend comes over to fuck you. he’s sweet, a nice boy, and you like him, but his cock, while average in size, is nothing like rafes, and you find yourself missing his length, craving the feeling of him stretching you out again, even if it was just that one time.

“i think i’m gonna head out on the boat today.” you hum to your brother, looking out the large modern windows of his mansion at the shining sun, making the ocean glitter as it reflects the light.

“mmm, fine. take security with you.” he says, barely looking up from whatever document he’s working on.

“oh come on, i’ll be fine by myself.” you roll your eyes. your brother became even more protective of you after what you did to rafe. he even encouraged you to stay with your boyfriend, who he originally didn’t like. you know that means only one thing, and your boyfriend is now in his pocket as well, probably tasked with your safety.

“baby sis, you stole from rafe cameron. he hasn’t forgotten that shit.” “and he won’t be looking for me out in the fucking ocean.” you roll your eyes, stomping away to put on your bikini as your brother yells, “i don’t care, security is going with you either way!”

you get yourself ready anyways, knowing you need some time away from everyone, including whoever of your brothers henchmen have the unfortunate task of taking you on the boat. you walk out to the dock alone, but one of the men is already out on the pier, standing waiting for you.

“hello.” you mumble, climbing onto the boat and getting it ready, untying it from the dock and turning on the engine, keeping it idling as you make sure you got your necessities, snacks, water bottles, and a towel in case you decide to take a dip.

“oh shit, i forgot a life vest, can you grab one of the other boat?” you ask the man, you think his name is james. or maybe henry. you can’t bother to remember.

“sure.” he climbs off the boat and the second both of his feet are on the wooden pier, you shoot into the drivers seat, gunning the speed and taking off away from the shore before he can stop you.

you don’t bother turning around as he shouts for you to come back. you feel a little guilty about whatever punishment your brother is going to give him, but it’s not like any of the dudes hanging around are good guys, after all they all work for a drug dealer.

you navigate the backwaters seamlessly, having grown up on the water. you head further towards the ocean, away from the grassy islands, letting all of your worries and troubles go as you keep the boat moving at max speed, letting the wind whip through your hair.

you curse when the boat suddenly slows down. you hadn’t even thought to check the gas before taking off, you know your brother usually keeps everything filled. you angle yourself towards a small island, letting the nose of the boat push into the sand, but its better than being stuck free floating.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you groan, rubbing your hands over your face, checking all of the storage departments for extra gas, but of course theres none.

“just my luck.” you mumble to yourself, throwing yourself down on the seat. you can call your brother and have him, or more likely one of his goons, come and rescue you, but you still want some more alone time, so you shuck your coverup off and lay back, figuring you might get the best use of your time stuck by soaking up some rays.

you lay there for half an hour before you hear a boat engine. you’re in a pretty secluded area so it’s quite the surprise. you stand at the back of the boat and wave your arms, hoping whoever it is has some extra gas they can lend you.

the boat is blacked out, windows tinted dark so you can’t see what the driver looks like as the pull up to the sandbar jutting out of the water, also lodging the nose of their boat to hold them steady.

“hey! i ran out of gas.” you shout as the door opens.

“oh, sweetheart.” the voice has your body freezing up as rafe cameron steps into the light.

“ra-rafe.” you take a step back, legs bumping into the side of your boat. you have nowhere to go as he leaps from his boat to yours. “please don’t hurt me.” 

“hurt you?” rafe questions, shaking his head as he steps closer. “hurt you like you hurt me? you used me.” rafe sounds almost hurt before the angry mask takes over his face again.

“i was forced to! my brother made me!” you explain, even though its a lie. it was completely your idea, but theres no way for rafe to know that.

“and you still went along with it. you could have told me, when you were in my house. i could have helped you. but instead, you let me fuck you. you let me inside your pussy. just to steal from me.”

rafe is now hovering directly over you, and you know from his smirk that he’s noticed your shaking body, and the way that you are staring up at him in fear.

“is that how much of a slut you are? you enjoy being whored out by your drug dealing brother?” rafe takes your chin in his hand, not being gentle at all as he tilts your head up to keep eye contact. “you certainly enjoyed bouncing on my dick.” “fuck you.” you try to pull your chin away, but rafe moves faster, shoving you down onto the sofa, the plastic material hot from baking in the sun.

“i won’t hurt you princess, no.” rafe hums, stopping you from squirming around my pressing his weight down even more. “in fact, since you love being a slut so much, i’m gonna fuck you.”

“rafe, please, no.” you whine as his hands grip your chest, ripping away the thin material of the bikini that was barely covering your tits to begin with. rafe ignores your pleas, dropping his head to suck one of your nipples into his mouth while his fingers pinch the other one.

“oh fuck.” you moan, legs widening and allowing rafes body to slot between. you press your hips up, seeking his body as you grind against him, upset that your body is betraying you as your pussy wettens the more rafe sucks and nips at your chest.

“see, this is exactly what i mean.” rafe laughs against your skin, biting the side of your breast and leaving teeth marks. “you were just saying no and now you’re grinding against me. such a little whore.” “please, i have a boyfriend.” you whimper as rafe sucks deep purple marks into your chest and neck, not caring that he’s leaving hickeys behind for anyone to see. he wants to claim you, mark you.

“does he fuck you good?” rafe asks, tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms, pulling them off of you to reveal your messy cunt. “is his cock as good as mine? what about his mouth?” rafe questions, dropping to his knees to the teak flooring, not needing to hold you down anymore, he knows you’re not going anywhere.

rafe buries his head in between your thighs, moaning when he gets a taste of you, what he missed so much since that one night all those months ago. his tongue laps over every inch of you except for your clit.

“can’t have you feel too good, baby.” rafe laughs, biting your thigh. “not when you stole from me.” “i’m sorry.” you whine, feeling tears pool in your eyes as you reach down and tug on rafes hair, pressing his face back into your cunt.

rafe eats you out greedily, tongue traversing over every inch of you that he can, moving between wide sweeping licks and fast rapid flicks of his tongue, still keeping away from your clit.

“oh my god!” you shout when his tongue prods against your hole, lifting your hips up off the seat, unable to keep yourself still as you place one hand on the back of his head, moving your hips and rubbing your pussy against his awaiting mouth.

“such a slut.” rafe laughs, his words vibrating through you as he finally finally moves up to your clit, sucking harshly at your bud, not caring that you’re screaming from the pleasure.

rafe closes his eyes, focus solely on your cunt as he brings two fingers to your entrance, plunging them into your hole as he attacks your clit, taking it between his teeth and tugging on the sensitive skin, making the tears now roll down your face.

“please, please let me cum!” you scream for rafe, your entire body shaking as your orgasm builds, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you as he doesn’t let off of your clit, sucking it between his lips as your orgasm hits you.

you cry out rafes name, body going taunt as you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as rafe slows his licks on your clit, moving down to lap around his fingers that are still shoved deep in your cunt.

“taste yourself.” rafe commands, moving so you can kiss him. you don’t hold back, taking rafes face in your hands as you kiss him, jutting your tongue up to lick the juices away from his mouth.

“my little slut.” rafe deepens the kiss, starting to thrust his fingers again.

“ra-rafe stop.” you try halfheartedly to push his hand away, “too sensitive.” “you think i give a shit?” rafe laughs, eyes roaming your chest, taking in the bruises dotting your tanned skin. “you stole from me, bitch.” “i’m sorry.” you cry out, knowing tears are rolling down your cheeks, but you can’t stop them, the pleasure is too overwhelming.

“show me how sorry you are by cumming on my fingers.” rafe says, increasing the speed that he’s moving. you moan despite your best judgment.

rafe is somehow able to stuff a third finger inside of your cunt, stretching you to almost painful levels. you thrash on the sofa, the harsh sun beating down on you. you almost forgot that you were on a boat in broad daylight, so wrapped up in rafe pleasuring you.

rafes lips slot around your nipple again, sucking it repeatedly as you arch your back to push your chest further into his mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the attention he’s giving you, so purely focused on your body.

“i thought about you.” you tell rafe, making him pick his head up to look you in the eye, but his fingers don’t slow. “i thought about you when he fucks me. i wished it was you.”

rafe smirks, twisting his hand so his thumb can rub at your clit while he finger fucks you. “i knew you’d miss my cock once you had it. you could have stayed and been my little slut, my personal fuck toy, but instead you had to steal my coke. do you know how much money you lost me?” “i said i was sorry.” you sob out.

“cum then.” rafe commands, and your orgasm builds rapidly, too quickly, and before you realize what’s happening, wetness is squirting from your cunt, soaking rafes hand and splashing onto the teak floorboards.

“holy fuck.” rafe groans, gripping his cock with his free hand, squeezing through his shorts to give himself some relief.

“st-stop.” you say weakly, and rafe finally listens and pulls his fingers out, pushing your legs wider to admire how pink your abused pussy now is, completely dripping in your juices.

“has he ever made you squirt?” “no, never.” you shake your head. 

“it’s a shame.” rafe tsks. “i could have made you feel so good every day.” rafe stands up, glancing around the surrounding waterways, making sure there are still no boats around before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the muscles hidden beneath.

you are boneless on the couch, body completely relaxed and near numb from the orgasms rafe just pulled from you, but despite that you still feel your cunt pulse when rafe throws his shirt onto the ground, quickly unbuttoning his shorts as well and tugging them down along with his underwear, revealing the hard cock that you’ve missed so much.

“tell me you want this.” rafe commands, stroking his cock while keeping his eyes on you.

“i don’t.” you whimper, but your thighs clench together, watching the precum bead at the tip of rafes cock.

“you don’t want me to fuck you?” rafe asks. “but you’re such a slut, baby.” he coos mockingly. 

“please, i have a boyf-”

“don’t mention him again.” rafe cuts you off. “unless you’d like for me to ruin your other hole as well that way no matter how he fucks you you’ll be thinking of me.” you whimper at the thought of rafe abusing your ass and keep your mouth shut.

“turn over.” rafe grabs your hip, forcing you to move on the couch. you place your knees on the cushion, letting rafe bend you over the back of the couch, your head hovering over the water below.

“gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna be begging to come back home with me.” rafe says, hands slapping against your ass, making you yelp.

“such a pretty pussy, fuck.” rafe groans, throwing his head back as he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance, not pushing in yet, wanting to prolong his teasing.

“please.” you beg, trying to push back onto his cock, but rafe grabs your hips and keeps you still.

“are you asking me to stop?” rafe questions. “or are you asking me to fuck you?”

“i don’t know.” you sob, gripping onto the plastic cushion the best that you can.

rafe hums, “that’s too bad.” and then thrusts forward, burying his cock completely in your cunt in one firm push.

“rafe!” you scream out, pussy clenching down, your walls being stretched by his length.

“no wonder i fell for your act, this is the best pussy i’ve ever felt.” rafe grunts out, snapping his forward, the skin of his thighs slapping against your bum.

“faster.” you moan, but rafe does the opposite and slows instead, keeping his thrusts deep but moving steady and deliberately, letting you feel everything as he takes in the squeeze of your cunt, the tightness of your pussy.

rafe grinds his hips against you, his cock making space for itself, pushing against your sweet spot that has you crying out, past the point of embarrassment about your noises.

“so good.” you moan, knowing that you’re drooling onto the couch.

“i know, baby.” rafe moans as well, pushing his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, dripping with wetness and coating him.

“can tell how much you’re liking it.” rafe moves faster, hands tightening on your hips, certain to leave marks behind. “can feel you squeezing around me.”

you bury your head in the couch, relieved by the cool press against your forehead, pushing back against rafe, rocking your body backwards to the best of your abilities, your knees sweaty and sticking to the couch.

“need your cock.” you swallow the lump in your throat. “need it every day, please rafe, forgive me, i need you, i don’t care.” 

“don’t care about your boyfriend? or your brother?” rafe questions.

“no.” you whine, “just care about your cock.” 

rafe fucks you harder, somehow able to find more depth and space. “well, i guess you should have thought about that before stealing from me, slut. i’ll soak my cock in your cunt this once, but you won’t get it again.” “no, rafe, i need it!”

rafe bends over your back to whisper in your ear, “then you work for me now until you pay back what you lost me. you can steal coke from your brother to repay me and then suck my cock. once you’ve paid off your debts, i’ll start fucking you.”

“i’ll do anything.” you don’t even think about what he’s asking, you don’t care, you’d promise anything to keep getting fucked like this.

“i know, baby.” rafe hums, angling his hips so every time his cock presses in, it hits the most sensitive part inside of you.

rafe reaches one hand down, around your hip, to rub over your clit, placing two fingertips on top moving quickly, trying to get you to cum because he can’t last much longer.

“gonna cum inside of you.” rafe warns, and you whine, clit pulsing under his movements.

“fill me up.” you tell rafe, aching for his cum warming your insides. 

rafe moans out your name repeatedly, pushing his cock as deep inside of you as it can go, letting his cum fill you up. at feeling his release, your orgasm pushes through your body, seeing stars as you squeeze your eyes shut, cunt fluttering around rafes cock, milking everything out of him that you can.

rafe slumps forward, his cock slipping out of you as you both collapse onto the couch, breathing heavily.

rafe grabs your waist and flips your position so you’re laying on top of him. you rest your head against his chest, letting out a low moan in appreciation as rafe strokes his hand over your hair.

“you mean what you said?” rafe asks, his hand not halting as it glides over the strands of your hair and then down your back.

“yes.” you whisper. you’ve felt far too cooped up these last six months. it’s not like you want to be a drug dealer, so hopefully once you settle your score with rafe and pay him back for what you stole, you’ll be able to absolve yourself from everything.

“then you’re coming home with me.” rafe says, helping you sit up.

“i-i can’t rafe.” you sigh, pushing your hair out of your face. “i need to get back to my brother, i’m not even supposed to be out without security.”

“mmm, you’ll have to figure it out.” rafe shrugs. “you’re coming home with me to start sucking my cock like you promised.”

“okay.” you whisper, not having any energy to argue with rafe, looking down at your destroyed body, covered in bruises and soaked in sweat, cum dripping out of your pussy.

“hey.” rafe says, placing his fingers under your chin and forcing you to look at him. he presses a kiss against your lips, so unlike your other kisses, not devoid of passion but far sweeter, almost like he’s trying to comfort you despite what he just did to you, what he just made you agree to.

“come on.” rafe sighs, standing up. “put your bikini back on, we’re taking my boat.” “okay.” you stand, figuring it’s best now to just follow rafes instructions, not worrying about any consequences as you put your bikini back on, letting rafe help you off of your brothers boat and onto his own. 

you take a seat at the back while rafe goes to the helm, watching the abandoned boat as you drive away, wondering what the hell you just got yourself into.

[writtensweethearts]

Sweet Nothings

Read part two here: Unspoken Confessions Pairing: Eddie munson x GN!reader Enemies to lovers ? word count: +1k CW: mentions of blood, death, lmk if i missed something A/N: this is my first time posting a blurb or a piece in general for the public, please be kind and i hope you enjoy!

“God, I swear if you die on me I’ll kill you.” he chokes out angrily, but it lacks any heat. You grin up at him, watching his chocolate eyes fill with tears. 

You suddenly wonder why you hadn’t seen him. 

The barely there freckles, mud splattered cheeks and wild curly hair, the different shades of brown in his glassy eyes. 

His harsh words a complete opposite of his gentle hold, you watch as his fingers push against the angry open wounds of your stomach, trying to keep the blood at bay. The crazed look of his eyes as he darts his head around, waiting for Henderson, another bat, anything. 

“Calm down pretty boy, least you can do is say some sweet nothings to a dying girl.” 

You watch in slight awe as his eyes find yours, tears finally spilling from his lash line, wondering if maybe this time you’ve pushed him too far.

“Don’t say that shit,” he hisses, “you’re not dying. Not on my watch sweetheart.”

You smile at that, the nickname lacking it’s usual mocking tone. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Munson. You know better than that.”

If he responded you can’t recall, eyes drooping, sleep evading you, the noise of the Upside Down drowning out.

You rouse from the gentle shake of your head, Eddie’s ringed fingers grasping your chin

“Come on, you’ve got to keep your eyes open.” Voice pleading.

“What do I get in return?” He scoffed at that but it comes out more like a breathy sigh of relief, taking your snarky response as a sign of hope. He realizes his response comes a second too late.

You stare at him, eyes a bit dazed and mouth pulled taut, a strange air lingers filling the empty space from a missed witty remark. He can’t help what he says next.

“Don’t ever do that again.” Now you’re the stunned one.

“What?” “I don’t need you saving me princess, look at where that got you.”

You frowned at that. Shit, Eddie thinks he’s struck a nerve. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to say, even if you were the girl he’s bickered with for over a year now, constantly exchanging snippy remarks. Maybe he would’ve been able to give you those sweet nothings you’d asked for earlier, had he felt confident enough to say them. But the humid air of the Upside down and the feel of your sticky, warm blood coating his hands has made him angry. Angry at Hawkins for dragging him into shit like this, angry at the Upside Down for existing and upturning his life, angry at himself for allowing you to be at the center of it all. 

It should’ve been him. He’d jumped off the boat, diving into a world unknown, fighting away demonic bats, and risking his life for the good of the world. He’d been ready to let it all go, but you’d come in, chest heaving, Steve’s bat swinging. The two of you on the same team, for once. And it wasn’t until the last bat was down, when he’d turn around yelling and celebrating victory, that he’d noticed. You were holding your stomach, arm dropping the bat you’d held so tightly seconds before. He watched, dumbfounded as you lightly pulled your shirt, revealing large, gaping gashes all across your abdomen. Eddie would never forget the haunted look in your eyes as you dragged your gaze up to his, your body wobbling as you forced yourself to stand still, as if you didn’t want him to see you weak. 

In that moment the world was a blur, he’d called your name hoarsley, afraid, afraid you’d respond with a small pain-filled voice rather the boisterous, mocking tone you used whenever you spoke to him. Afraid to see you, larger than life you, growing weaker and smaller and so unfamiliar.

And yet here you were, his knees digging into your back as he tried to hold your limp body up, looking at him with the same fire in your eyes. This, this is what he’d been wishing for, hadn’t he? But there was something unusual about your gaze, if he hadn’t known any better he’d have said you were hurt by his words.

You blinked, head turning to the side and Eddie cursed. He didn’t know how to act with you, behind all the mean words and heated arguments, he wasn’t sure how to move forward. So here you were, blood soaking through your clothes, onto his, and he was spewing ungrateful words to the girl who’s losing her life from saving his. A girl he’s never been able to properly behave around, a girl who, behind her back, he’d watched fondly with honey coated eyes. 

“I.. I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, your eyes snapping back to his, “God I’m so so sorry.”

His voice wobbling as reality began to settle in, “It should’ve been me. It should’ve. I’m repeating senior year and not for the first time, I’m being hunted for murder, and you. You’ve got such a big life to live, a great one, and I just-” His rambling comes to an end as you’re fingers gingerly swipe a stray curl behind his ears.

“Hey.” You smile up at him, and God, if it didn’t make Eddie’s heart want to burst at the sight of it. “It’s okay.” You watch him, his eyes doubtful, his hands never leaving you as he keeps pressure on your wounds, “I mean come on, I had to, you’ve got to get back and show them you can make it through highschool. Thought you said this was ‘your year.’” 

He laughs but it’s all watery and choked, and it makes your chest hurt in an unfamiliar way. It’s getting harder and harder to fight the sleep taking over, the lofty sound of Eddie’s voice whispering the sweet nothings you’d playfully asked for, dreams of a better life, swearing on his heart that he’ll get you out of this hell hole, safe, alive. You send him a sleepy smile, knowing he’s making more promises he can’t keep, but his eyes are shining with tears so you return the gesture and whisper another, “It’s okay, Eds.” before you let his voice lull you to bed.

[sanjifucker42069]

Calm Him Down- Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: mentions of Sora Vinsmoke. Sanji has a panic attack. First ever hurt/comfort lmao, so there's that. Slight OOC as Sanji kinda breaks down, letting people in without costing an arm and a leg, the stubborn bastard. Reader's gender is not specified, but you do sleep in the women's quarters, which like, look at the gender ratio on the Sunny. There's heaps more room in the women's quarters, makes sense to chuck you there. 

It's up to you how you read their relationship here. In my mind they're close friends pining for each other, but it could easily be read as platonic or established relationship.

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It was a peaceful day on the Sunny; the seabirds were squawking, the ocean lapped at the boat lazily, and Zoro and Sanji were arguing. Go figure. Your eyebrow twitched, where you say at the kitchen table giving you perfect access to the argument. You don't even remember how it started, probably something banal. Beside you, Chopper was reading a book, fully immersed in its pages. You tried tuning out most of the fight.

"You're lucky I don't come over there and kick the shit out of you. I've had enough of your disgraceful behaviour." Sanji growled.

Zoro regarded the blonde with a sneer. “What shit-cook, you gonna cry to mummy about it?”

CRASH. SLAM. 

You whipped your head to the kitchen, seeing Sanji staring down the swordsman with barely-contained fury. Blood turning to ice, your breath hitched. You’d never seen the sweet cook look so murderous. There was a fire in his eyes that broke your heart, like it was a glimpse to the true man underneath. You swear you could catch a hint of vulnerability, but he was stamping that down, waves of violent palpable pain rolling off him.

“You know nothing about my mother, so shut the fuck up.”

The silence that flooded the room was suffocating. You flinched, physically feeling how all warmth was sucked from the air. Sanji growled, deep and furious.

“Get the fuck out of my kitchen. All of you.”

“Hey, I didn’t me-” Zoro started weakly.

“Sanji.” You breathed.

“Get. out.” The snarl that rewarded you knocked the wind out of you. Wordlessly you collected Chopper, taking him by the hand and helping him out of his seat. The reindeer looked shocked, tears threatening to spill. You rubbed small circles into the fur above his hoof with your thumb. Sparing him one last glance, you grabbed Zoro by the ear with your free hand, dragging the hissing man. If you purposefully pinched hard, then who was to say. Surreptitiously you flicked your eyes to the cook, but Sanji had his back to you, arms bracing the kitchen counter. His hands were clutching the wood in a vice-like grip, none too gentle. You sighed, hauling the two out of the galley. Softly, you let go of Chopper’s hand and pulled the heavy door closed. Your fingers pinched Zoro’s ear hard one last time, before releasing. 

Before the swordsman could open his mouth, you shushed him. “I know. I know, okay, there’s no way any of us could’ve known. Just. Go cool down. It does no good, us being here.”

Zoro’s lips thinned into a blank stare. He muttered out a simple “Yeah,” before turning and leaving the immediate area. With a small nod you crouched down to the small doctor, cradling his little face.

“Hey Chop? It’s okay, okay? He’s gonna be okay. Do you think you could tell the others to stay clear of the kitchen for a while? Maybe you could make something to calm him down?” It was imperative you kept Chopper busy. The cute boy nodded, sniffing back his tears. You ruffled his hat against his head. “There’s our doctor! Thank you sweetheart.”

Once the small reindeer had left you leant against the door, heart breaking. In all your time as a crew, from Merry to Sunny, you had never seen Sanji so upset. Yeah, the man had a temper, but not a severe temper. Sanji could always be calmed down or diverted. It was clear. He was hurt. When you thought about it, you don’t think you’d ever heard Sanji talk about his family. You sat there in silence for a few moments before you heard it.

Tears?

No, fuck that. You don’t care if he banned you all from the kitchen, you weren’t going to let him cry alone. As quiet as you could, you crept back into the galley. Sanji was nowhere to be seen. Impossible. You’d heard him. 

“Sanji?” You asked quietly. 

The silence of the kitchen was unsettling. You weren’t imagining it, there was an almost imperceivable sniffle. The room felt suffocating, hurt and panic strangling the air. You began inspecting the room, making your way to the kitchen island. That’s when you heard it, a small voice, deep and rasping, but trying so hard to not be heard.

“Please go away.”

Oh.

You peered over the kitchen island to find him. Sanji was curled inwards, sitting on the ground. His knees were drawn to his chest, head lowered. He looked utterly defeated, slightly shaking as he held back tears. Before your brain could even process you had rounded the island at a rate of knots, sliding to a crouch. You held your hands out like you were trying not to startle him. Sanji flinched at hearing you, no, feeling you so close.

“I said go away.”

“I’m not leaving you Sanji.” 

“Go. Away.” The mumble that escaped his crying form broke you. 

“You would have to kill me for me to leave. Come here.” Sanji ignored you, his arms cradling his own body. A sigh broke its way out of your chest. He looked so small, like a boy trying hard to be brave. The shaking increased in frequency with your words. You couldn’t let him suffer like this alone. “I’m sorry Sanji, but I’m not leaving.”

The man jumped as if electrocuted when you wrapped your arms around him. You took advantage of his surprise, pulling his head against your chest. Sanji struggled, trying to distance himself, but you latched harder. The push and pull continued for a while, until you heard Sanji sigh shakily. He went limp, allowing you to pull him to you, one hand smoothing his hair, the other clinging to his back.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, just let me be here for you.”

That did it. Sanji grabbed at you, wrapping his hands around your back, crushing you. It was a desperate attempt, clumsy and clawing, clear the man was upset. You grunted quietly at the pressure, trying not to startle him. It was quickly apparent you didn’t have to worry about making a noise, as you felt your shirt become damp with tears, Sanji desperately trying to cry quietly. You knew what Sanji was like. It would scare him off if you acknowledged his tears. All you could do was try comforting him, rubbing his back and kissing his hair.

“She’s dead.”

Your breath hitched. No wonder he reacted the way he did. You tried to not feel furious with Zoro, he didn't know, but the anger was still there. Soft sobs permeated the air, each sound chipping at your heart.

"Oh Ji." You sighed, hugging him even harder. He'd have to suffocate soon with how tight you held him, but you noted how he clung to you, as if he was afraid you'd disappear. Sanji's words were clipped and shaky.

"Died when I was a kid. My fault she died, was too weak."

Shock invaded your senses, a freezing feeling travelling through your veins. You weren't sure what he meant, but you knew in your bones there was no way that was right. Sanji always struck you as a sensitive individual, all the more to cement your belief that he wasn't at fault for whatever he was thinking. "No honey, no, that's not true."

“I miss her.” Sanji’s voice was hoarse.

“I know.” You cooed softly, delicately carding your fingers through his hair. "She must have been an amazing woman if she birthed such a wonderful son."

That was the wrong move. It was like a dam burst. Sanji began crying hard, torn between seeking your comfort and escaping. You felt the tendrils of panic surfacing as you watched him struggle to breathe between sobs. Sanji's heart rate picking up, he began shaking in your arms. You watched horrified as he tried to downplay it and seem unaffected, but you knew better.

"Oh, fuck. Ji? Sanji? I'm so sorry. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault, okay?"

Your attempt failed, and you felt Sanji pull away. Shit. Shit, he was having a panic attack. It shattered your heart as you watched him hyperventilate, unable to calm down. Without thinking you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to stare at you.

"Sanji. Honey. Its going to be okay. Breathe with me, okay? In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Try with me. Good." You coached him through, trying to encourage deeper breaths. Sanji's visible eye was bloodshot and frantic, eye flitting between your facial features. You noted his eye was not focused on anything in particular, he seemed distant. His nose was red, no doubt sore from sniffling. Shaky breaths escaped him, and you tried desperately to seem calm. "Eyes on me. Breathe. You're okay, you're here on the Sunny. We're here. You're doing good baby."

Breathe. 

Breathe with me.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Sanji crumpled against you once his breathing was finally steady. You cradled him, rocking the two of you gently. You were certain Sanji would prefer to just exist in the silence, but you couldn't help the word vomit that escaped.

"You don't have to go through this alone Sanji. You have us, you have Zeff and the Baratie. You have Nami, and Robin, and Luffy. Usopp, Brook, Franky, Chopper. Fuck even Zoro!" You were rambling, tears of your own escaping. "And me. I'll always be here if you feel overwhelmed. You can't get rid of us Sanji. We love you."

"Why?" His voice cracked. "Why waste your time?"

Sanji froze as you tilted his chin up to stare at him. You eyes were serious and vulnerable. "Time spent with you is never wasted. You are capable of being loved, and I'll be damned if I let you think otherwise."

You watched as Sanji stuttered out a shaky sigh.

"Your mum would be proud of you Sanji." Anxious, you continued. Sanji's breath hitched. "I'm sure she'd see the man I see before me; who's kind beyond a fault, who is sweet and sensitive. Who can cook the most mouthwatering dishes, who protects and cares for those around him. You're a good person Sanji. You need to let yourself believe that."

You were rewarded with a teary smile, one not reaching the eyes. Sanji looked tired, dark under eyes and pale skin. With a smile back, you gestured to get up. The quizzical look he gave you warming your heart.

"C'mon. I'll kick the girls out for a couple hours. You look exhausted, come take a nap with me."

"Oh, no I couldn't. I need to finish making dinner, a-and it wouldn't be right for me to-mmph." 

You silenced him with a gentle finger to his lips. "We're mostly adults Ji. One night of subpar food from Usopp's cooking is not going to kill us. Now c'mon."

Sanji let you lead him to the girl's quarters, specifically your bed. He watched where your hand held his, it looked like they were made for each other. In any other circumstance he'd blush and coo over the display, but right now he felt beyond exhausted, a weariness deep in his bones. He weakly protested as you took off his jacket.

"Get comfy. I'll be right back." Your voice was quiet and warm. Sanji wanted to melt. Instead, he nodded and sat down on your bed. In another situation, he might squeal and bury himself in your scent, or be embarrassed at how in charge you were. Instead, he removed his shoes, placing them neatly on the floor near your bed. He sat there awkwardly, eyelids heavy from tiredness and crying. 

The door squeaked back open. 

"Got you some water and some painkillers. I know I always get a wicked headache after I cry." Sanji gratefully took the pills, knocking it back with the full glass. He didn't realise how parched he was. Slipping your shoes off, you crawled behind him, making yourself comfortable. Sanji could see you spread out on the small bed out of the corner of his eyes. He watched you spread your arms out.

Wordlessly the lanky man laid down next to you, shuffling into your warm embrace. Sanji lightly startled when you pulled the blanket over the two of you, before you closed your arms, hugging him gently. The feeling of your hand back in his hair was comforting, so too was the small humming of Binks' Sake, lulling him gently to sleep. Before he could pass out he nuzzled against you.

"Thank you (name)."

"Anytime Sanji. Get some sleep."

And sleep he did, soon drifting off in your arms. Once you made sure he was fully asleep you frowned. Poor man. He really didn't know how precious he was. His soft snores rewarded you, and you felt your own lids get heavy. You couldn't help it, and so, cradling your own treasure, you fell asleep tangled around him.

[atrwriting]

epilogue – a jackson j. maybank story

hi everyone

****major obx season four spoilers ahead****do not even thinkkkk of pushing past this line if you have not seen the latest season

ok now that only season four viewers are here -- holy smokes. i will never recover. wtf. literally wtf. i had to write this because i needed closure. im hurting all over and i dont even know what to say. here is how i deal with the death of this very sweet boy who deserved so much fucking better

summary: jj meets his mother in the afterlife.

warnings: mentions of death, depression, loss of hope, anxiety, the afterlife

here's epilogue:

He didn’t realize it was supposed to feel like this. 

This… whatever this is. 

Fucking shit, he thought. He didn’t even know where he was.

The last thing he remembers is Kie.

There was an ache in his chest. 

A real ache. One he hasn’t felt since he was a kid. The type of ache that he felt when his – old? first? fake? – dad would kick him around. Busted lip and cheek, whatever he felt like should be on the menu that day. He realized then that he wished he would’ve been with Luke rather than Groff in his last few moments, because at least he could walk off whatever Luke had in store for him that day.

Groff, he scoffed in his head. 

The ache of missing Kie and his friends was beginning to mingle with his anger for Groff, his real dad.

It curdled in his chest – mixing with bile, blood, regret, guilt, shame, and anything else in his chest that would never get the chance to leave nor heal. It was grotesque and poisonous – spreading like sickness throughout his body – the only that reminded him that he was sentient.

Right, the present – where the fuck is he?

He whipped his head from side to side, like a scared animal in the forest. He had his legs spread shoulder width apart, defensive stance, and he had his elbows bent in front of him – he wouldn’t be bested twice, no – not after Groff, not after he already lost everything. 

This was different than when he was destroying the storefronts of that one street – he thought he had nothing to lose then, but he was wrong. So fucking wrong. He had never been so wrong before, and his friends had never been so right.

It was then that JJ Maybank realized that if he had just listened to Kie or any of his friends a little bit more… Maybe… Just maybe…

There was no “maybe.” Groff’s blade was the killing blow, but his recklessness had been the beginning of his own end. 

The end of his relationship.

The end of his friendships.

The end of any possibility of saving his business or home. 

The end of being a Godfather. 

The end of his own happiness. 

The end of any fucking chance he had in a world that never stopped to remind him that he was fucked from the beginning. 

All of that – and for what? For fucking what?

He died the exact way everyone said he would – because of his own stupidity.

That’s all folks, he thought. That’s the show. Most predictable fucking ending on this planet.

He felt the hot brew of emotion well from his chest rise into his throat, burning his esophagus like acid. It choked him. It beat his pain into his skin, blood, bones, organs, and psyche until it was the only thing he felt and knew. 

He didn’t have any fight left in him. He usually flipped off any fucker that would dare demand authority – but he was done. He had lost everything besides the pain that plagued him in life – and he thought that was the worst punishment of all. 

“…Jackson?” 

He looked up then. 

He realized he was surrounded by – well, he didn’t know. He just knew it was bright. Really fucking bright. He could hear wind somewhere – maybe flowing through trees, maybe making small boats sway in the waves, or maybe in the grass in the marshes. He really didn’t know – he couldn’t place anything. The sounds were familiar – he knew those sounds. His eyes were adjusting, blurred by tearsandpainandregretandshame and everything and anything in between. He knew those sounds – but not that voice.

However… he felt like he should.

“Mom?” he gushed, voice breaking. “L-Larissa?” 

“Hi, sweetheart,” a voice whispered. 

Her voice so sweet, like a flower petal. Soothing like getting out of a sticky situation that Pope yelled at him about prior. Warm like a beach day. It felt like everything he had been searching for and everything he couldn’t find all at once.

He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t know –

Tears. That’s what he could do. That was all he could do. 

“No, sweetheart –” warm hands were beginning to cup his cheeks, soft thumbs pushing away tears like they didn’t belong on his face. His cheeks were stinging hot with every emotion that welled within his chest, but the hands were a type of warmth that made him realize he was actually cold. So cold. Cold, lonely, and full of grief. 

He realized then what all of those asshole adults were talking about all of his life.

His anger was a mask. Something he hid behind, something he used as an excuse to be reckless and a nuisance. What he really felt… what his real identity was… was grief.

JJ Mayback was full of grief. 

He crumbled then – falling forward and wrapping his limbs around the woman – his mother – before him. 

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say, tears flowing down his cheeks and onto her sweet-smelling silk shirt. “I’m so fucking sorry –"

“Shhh, sweetheart,” she cooed. “Everything is okay now. I’m here.”

Sobs racked throughout his chest, attacking the inside of his throat. His voice grew hoarse, unable to keep up with every emotion that exploded out of him. He had pushed it down for so long. So, so long. He didn’t even know It existed, much less that he could feel it for himself. He thought when people described this feeling they were lying or being fucking dramatic. They had to be lying. How could they be telling the truth about this? How could they live with this How could they fucking get through this without fucking killing someone or themselves?! Only kooks had the luxury of crying about their feelings or missing people who weren’t there anymore or expecting assholes to change when they had always proved they would never change. It hit him all at once. Over, and over, and over, and overandoverandoverandover. It hit him worse than anything Luke could’ve thrown at him, or any knife that Groff could’ve plunged into his stomach. Every tear… every fuckingtear…

He wanted to say either of his dads, fucking any of them – they didn’t deserve his tears. That’s what he would tell anyone that asked, and that’s what he would tell someone if this was happening to them.

But right now? Right fucking now? When he had lost everything? For real, no way of getting it back? No final card up his sleeve? No Pope to save him, or Kie to talk some sense to him? 

Right now… all he could do was sob. Fucking sob. 

“It hurts,” JJ cried. “It fucking hurts so bad.”

“I know, baby,” the woman wept. “I know. I’m so, so sorry…”

“I fucking hate him,” he spat into her shoulder. “I fucking hate them both…”

“I know…” she continued to weep, obviously overtaken with her son’s hurt. 

He didn’t know what to do with this. By all accounts, he was a fuck up. Parents, teachers, and, frankly, no adults liked him. If he wasn’t consumed by grief, he would’ve pushed her away – as this feeling was foreign to him. However, even if he wanted to, he couldn’t – her grip around him was too tight and her embrace felt too warm.

“I can’t give you what you lost…” she spoke, wiping his tears as she pulled away to face him. “They will be here one day – your friends, and that sweet girl that I would love to meet – but hopefully not for a long time. I hope you can agree with me on that, sweetheart. Until then – there are so many people that want to meet you.” 

He laughed then – almost akin to a scoff. “Bunch of people I don’t know? Bunch of people that would probably look down on me?”

“No, son –” she insisted. “Don’t speak like that ever. Not about yourself – not about the thing I am most proud of for creating. Do you understand?”

For whatever reason – he nodded then, but he unable to meet her eyes. He didn’t believe her – but how could he? Who had ever wanted to meet him? He would’ve scoffed at her, told her to fuck off like the rest of the people in his life – but he didn’t have the energy. Plus, something was different about her. Her face. Her voice. The look in her eyes when she was actually insulted when he had spoke down about himself. He couldn’t help but stare at her then, wondering why she felt differently about him compared to the rest of the people in his life who were supposed to protect him, love him, care for him – but didn’t. Would she be different? Could he trust her? 

He stare at the rest of her face then. Soft, fair skin. Blue eyes. Blonde hair. Skin that never had time to wrinkle. Hair that never had time to gray. Bones that never had time to get old. However, the one thing she couldn’t shake, and bothered JJ immediately… was the look in her eye. Pain. Hurt. Grief. Shame. Guilt. All mingling into one. All twisting and turning like the snakes in the garden that hurt them both. JJ knew that look. It was the same look he saw in the mirror, and the same feeling he felt in his chest.

He knew what type of person she was then. 

Her life was taken from her… just like his was taken from him. 

“I understand,” he spoke, voice breaking. 

“I know you do,” she spoke, and the allusion was not lost on him. It didn’t have to be specified – JJ was not quick in life, as he could rely on Pope for that, but in death and purgatory or heaven or hell or wherever the fuck they were – he guessed he was. “Take us for a boat ride, son – and we’ll go home.” 

He would never go home – at least not to the one that actually felt like home, the one he yearned for. He didn’t even know what his mother meant – much less wherever the fuck it was. 

“I know you have doubts – and that it’s hard for you to trust –” she began, voice breaking as she fit her fingers in between his. “–but I’ve been hurt, too – by the same people that hurt you. Can you trust me? Just once?”

After all he had been through – he didn’t know how he had the strength to even lift his gaze to reach hers. Her eyes were glassy and red, almost raw. He didn’t like the look of it. He found himself wanting to wipe it way with a towel – anything to get it to go away. The same raw look in his eyes was the same raw ache in his chest, and he knew that she had felt the same way. They were mother and son, bound by the same curses and people that trapped them in death. The hurt those people inflicted – it opened and hurt – festering like an infected wound – demanding to be felt, and demanding to spread, demanding to infect everything in its fucking path and leave no survivors. There was no fight left in him, nor his mother. He didn’t have the energy to keep up his walls. His defenses. The things that kept him alive for so long in a world that wanted to crush him. He needed safety. He needed salvation. He needed a place to rest his head because for once in his fucking life he could admit that he wasn’t strong enough to even turn his nose up at the thing that only wanted to kick him down and keep him there. He needed… he needed… he needed –

“Just this once,” he spoke, squeezing her fingers back.

She led the way, and JJ Maybank embarked on his last ever adventure: getting to know the woman that had waited his whole life to meet and love him. 

And he couldn’t wait to tell his friends when he saw them next. 

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love you guys lmk what you think xoxox

[lukeywritesstuff]

Reader has a pregnancy scare over the summer at the lake house and dosent tell Jack at first so he gets mad. He doesn’t really want a child rn but ends up accepting that they will have a baby. But it’s just a scare so their are not going to actually be parents

baby? no baby.

jack hughes x reader

warning: angst, yelling, pregnancy scare, mentions of abortion, punching (m on m), vomit, swearing and suggestive sexual content (no actual smut)

note: i’m not from the states so all timing for drives and flights and stuff are made up because i’ve been trying to research how far detroit airport is from bloomington AND NO BLOOMINGTON IS COMING UP ON MAPS. i actually went a bit crazy writing this because of that. ALSO this is the first fic i’ve written in a couple years that isn’t a joke so please bear with me because it’s not perfect at all.

lowercase intended

this past week has been a nightmare, from waking up at 6:30 in the morning to throw up, to dealing with motion sickness on an airplane and dealing with my boyfriends absolute bullshit.

let’s start from the beginning: wednesday july 12th, the day i started feeling ill. it was around 5:30 in the morning the first time i threw up. that day i thought it was a bug so i didn’t think much of it. but it kept happening all week, and this freaked me out because i knew i was leaving for michigan on monday to visit my boyfriend jack and his family.

monday couldn’t have come any slower, knowing i needed to talk to ellen before anyone else, i was hoping for the day to come faster. she’d be the only one i can ask about what’s going on with me as i haven’t seen my own family since august of last year since i moved to jersey for college.

the flight was terrible but short, it didn’t help my nausea at all, specially with the turbulence, jack was late to pick me up because he left his phone at the house when he went boating with his brothers so i had to sit around the airport for a few hours. i’m not even gonna think about uber either cuz i’d rather get crushed by a plane than sit for hours in an uber with a complete stranger.

ok getting off topic here, we’ll we got to the lake house after a very uneventful and quiet drive from the airport. ellen was finishing up dinner and luke, quinn and jim were playing basketball in the driveway, which quickly came to a stop as jack pulled up smashing the horn causing quinn to (jokingly) throw the ball at the car. (it did not break at all.)

i settled in to jacks room and we ate dinner, we talked about the boys hockey and training and my school and what i’m doing after i graduate next year. jokes were cracked and it was fun, i actually forgot about jack being a bit of a dick for a good hour and a half. after i stayed in the kitchen with ellen to help clean up, jack and luke ran to the x-box in the other room probably to play fortnite.

‘el, this past week i’ve been feeling quite nauseous this past week and i was wondering if i should worry about it. knowing you’ve been pregnant a few times, i felt it was best to ask you for advice on the situation.’ i said to my boyfriends mother.

‘well if it goes on for a few more days i’d consider going to a doctor, but for now you can go to the pharmacy just down the street and try a rest or 2 if you wanna have an idea quicker.’ she said and i nodded.

‘wait you’re pregnant?’ i hear from by the counter. quinn. he heard.

‘i’m not sure. i was just about to go to the pharmacy to get a test’ i told him.

‘i’ll drive i want some gato and fuckass jack frank the last one.’ he said and i nodded.

we went to the pharmacy and got 2 tests (and a shit ton of blue gato for quinn) and we went back to the house. i went to the bathroom in ellen’s room to take them since she wants to be there for me and honestly i’m glad i did. she’s been so supportive even if it might just be a scare.

the tests came out positive. i broke down in tears and went out to ellen.

‘positive, i’m pregnant. and i’m only 21’ i said.

‘oh sweetie. it’s all gonna be okay. you’re gonna be a great mom and jacks gonna be a great dad.’ ellen said embracing me.

‘so she’s pregnant?’ quinn asked from the door. i just nod my head at him.

suddenly i hear from the hallway ‘who’s pregnant?’ and ‘is it mom? i think i’m a bit too old to be an older brother’ and then a little ‘ow’ after.

then quinn had to open his big ass mouth and say ‘no. it’s y/n. she’s pregnant.’

‘what?!’ jack yelled. ‘and you fucker knew before me? you fucking asshole!’ i heard before i see jack coke into the room angrily to punch his older brother in the face.

‘jack get off!’ i yelled pulling him.

‘i cant believe you told quinn before me! have him father your fucking kid. i don’t want it. i don’t want kids at all. specially right now. i’m at my prime right now! i don’t need a fucking baby ruining it all for me! get out of my house that’s not my kid! and if it is fucking abort it!’ he yelled while crying making me cry even more.

right after luke dragged him to his room and i can hear yelling between them as quinn and ellen comforted me in the master bedroom. todays been a lot for me so i eventually pass out in my boyfriend(?)’s parents room with his mother stroking my hair.

on wednesday, exactly a week after i started having my nausea i decided to visit a doctor to get the baby and i checked out. i haven’t talked to jack since he yelled at me so i go with ellen.

‘okay so it seems like you’re not actually pregnant and the test you took was wrong.‘ the doctor said to me.

honestly i have no idea if i’m relieved or sad. i was honestly quite happy to potentially be having a baby, even if jack was being a huge JACKass about it.

we got home and i saw jack sitting on the porch with a bouquet of flowers.

‘baby, i’ve thought everything over these past few days, and i’m actually excited to have a baby! with you! i apologize for everything i said, but it just hurt knowing quinn found out before me, because i am the dad. but now i am excited for this baby and this new chapter of our lives!’ he said smiling at the end.

‘jack, it was a scare. there’s no pregnancy. i’ve just been having a stomach bug the doctor told me. the tests were wrong too. i’m sorry.’ i said frowning.

‘oh. well i guess that means we just go upstairs and start actually making a baby, because i kinda want one now!’ jack said before pulling me in the house.

once we got up to the bedroom i hear ellen ushering everyone out, probably to spare themselves from having to hear whatever we’re getting up to upstairs.

[emmaiscool22]

Falling

Eustass Kid x reader

Can be read as a stand alone or you can read it as a prologue to "Love Isn't Easy" which is the link right there!

https://www.tumblr.com/emmaiscool22/745878404264509440/love-isnt-easy?source=share

warnings: cussing, female pronouns used, SOFT!KID, mentions knives and whips (as weapons), unrequited love, fluff to angst

SPOILERS FOR WANO!

word count: 3k

shout out to @kai200x !! i hope you enjoy!!

Where am I? 

Why did I land on the most boring island on the Grand Line? 

Am I even on the Grand Line? 

Kicking rocks while moving through the woods, leaves crunch beneath my feet as I spin around taking in my surroundings. Trees, trees, and more trees. That’s all it's been for days. Since Kuma sent me to this island, I have been slowly discovering a new area each day. Satisfied with my in-depth search, I head back to the village. 

“Wonder where he sent everyone…” my thoughts echo around me. I bring my hands to my face, rubbing my eyes, becoming dizzy at the thought of being stranded without my nakama. I open my mouth to yell but am cut off by a scream. I whip around in the direction it came from, watching birds flock overhead moving away from the commotion. I take off towards the screams, hoping that I catch the person. Why is it coming from the village? The closer I get to the screams, I realize that those are shouts of terror, I run faster. Breaking out of the trees, I run into a crowd of people. The villagers are tied up in the middle of a small opening between the trees. What is going on? A maniacal laugh breaks me out of my thoughts, my head snaps from the crowd to the beast across the opening. Eustass ‘Captain’ Kid. “Look what we have here, boys!” Kid swaggers towards me, “Where were you hiding, sweet cheeks?” 

I whip around and snarl, “who are you calling sweet checks, fuck face?” 

Kid laughs once more and cheekily smiles, marching towards me, pushing anyone out of his way, “Who the fuck are you?” Kid barks, staring me down. 

I stay silent. I need to get off this island, back to Sabaody, and meet my crew. Lost in my mind, I don’t notice Kid stalking towards me with his hand raised. His hand starts to come down but he’s too slow. I grab my whip from its place on my hip and snap it around his wrist, throwing his momentum back. “Shit! You bitch!” Kid points at me, “I am going to kill you!”

Before he can throw his hand up once more, two men calmly move between us, “Get out of my way Heat! Wire! I am going to beat her ass!” Kid screeches. 

Taking this as a sign to take my leave, I move towards the woods, glancing around to see if I can find the shore. Maybe I can steal their ship? Or at least a row boat? Taking a step backward, moving slowly to not bring attention to myself until I bump into something, hands wrapping around my biceps. “Where do you think you’re going?”

My gaze moves from Kid to the man now holding my arms. How the hell? I didn’t even see him. The masked man meets my gaze. His blonde hair falling over his shoulders. Killer. I yelp as he yanks me up over his shoulder and begins to move toward the rest of the crew, ignoring my squirming and hands hitting his back. After a few minutes of walking, Killer throws me down onto the deck of their ship, shoving a piece of paper in my face. “This you?”

Y/N. 110000 Berri. My bounty poster. 

“It might be.”

“I knew it…What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

We both speak at the same time. Both of us go silent, leaving the questions unanswered. Killer hands me a newspaper a few moments later, gesturing for me to look at it. I gasp and grasp the paper tightly. “Luffy!” 

I observe the photo of Luffy, glad that he is okay. As I read the article, Killer begins moving about the deck, I can’t help but think that he is trying to give me a moment of privacy.

“Oh Luffy, I am so sorry about Ace,” I whisper. I look at the photo once more, bringing the paper closer to my face, and get a good look at his arm. 3D2Y, shit. I let go of the paper, letting it fall next to me, turning to Killer.

 “I am going to tell you something and I need you to listen.” I boldly state, hoping he couldn’t sense my nervousness. He turns towards me, tilting his head to the side and I take it as a sign to explain. The words fall out of my mouth, telling him what happened on Sabaody and how long I had been on the island… “but I need to ask you a question.”

Killer nods and murmurs, “go ahead.”

“You see this right here,” taking a finger and pointing to Luffy’s arm, “We were supposed to meet up on Sabaody in 3 days, hence 3D, but notice it’s crossed out.” 

I glance up at him and continue, “It means we are no longer meeting in 3 days but in…”

“2 years.” He finishes for me. 

“Yep, so I was wondering…” 

Before I could say anything else, Killer’s name is shouted from the shore. Kid storms on board. “You missed out, Killer!” Kid cackles along with the rest of the crew boasting about a good pillaging, bringing his eyes to me on the ground. Kid stares as I shift to my knees. I take a deep breath, quickly deciding what I need to do. I am scared at what's about to come, taking another glance at the paper by my side. I will get stronger, Luffy. 

“Captain Kid!” I plead. “I know you don’t know me but please let me join up with you! I can fight, cook, clean, I can do whatever you need me to! Please!"

As I keep pleading, Kid and Killer share a look. The rest of the crew stands in shock at what is happening before them. 

“I will sleep on the deck, I don’t care! I will do all the chores you -”

“You can stay, welcome to the New World.” Kid cuts me off. 

3 months later

“Let’s go again.”

Sweat rolls from my forehead down my face, dripping onto the ground. I huff as I push my arms against my knees, rolling up from my hunched stance. I needed to beat him. I lock eyes with Kid and grip my whip tighter, spreading my feet slightly. Woosh! A piece of metal flies overhead and I roll to the right, springing up and employing my whole body to crack the whip at my foe. I twist my wrist, making the whip’s end coil around a piece of metal in the air, pulling as hard as I can to change its momentum. Before I can look to see what damage the attack had done, my leg gives out and I hit the deck. “Shit!”

“Attract.” My body gets thrown across the deck and I land near a pair of boots.

“Get’s you every time,” Kid chuckles, looking down on me. He grins and sticks out his hand. I look at his hand and then at him. Gingerly, I put my hand in his letting him hoist me off the ground. It takes him a moment to let go of my hand.

“Thanks.”

“If you want to beat me so badly, take the anklet off,” Kid states, “before we spar you take all your metal jewelry off but that, why?”

I look at him with surprise, not realizing he even noticed my lack of earrings and necklace. His eyes move from mine down my body to my ankle. I hold back a shiver. “My best friend gave it to me before I left to become a pirate,” I answer, “I have never taken it off.”

Kid shrugs, “I won’t pull on it anymore then, don’t want to break it”

The air between us is different than it had been for the months I had been with them. There is no anger, annoyance, or the sense of danger. Before I could respond, Killer’s head pops out of the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready, go clean up!”

Kid takes another glance at me and I look at him, thinking he has something to say but he walks away. My gaze follows Kid, blaming my hot cheeks on the training and not on the man walking away from me. 

10 months later

“Does it feel good?” 

“Yes,” I nod, “looks good too.” I admire the new leatherwork and metal accents Kid added to the handle of my whip, the old handle becoming too worn out. Kid takes the whip from my hand, setting it on his workshop bench, “you’re pretty handy with this thing.”

I stammer slightly at the minor compliment, “T-thanks, still can’t believe the leather was that worn out. I have had that thing for years."

He plops back down in his chair, turning away from me. “There are just a couple more adjustments, then I can give it back to you. Shouldn’t take me too long if you want to take a seat there,” gesturing to the old couch in the room.

I head to the couch to rest, propping my feet on the large chest in front of me. Silence takes over the room, the only sound is the small sounds Kid is making. My eyes start to droop, and I rapidly blink them to keep them from closing. My eyes move up, expecting to meet Kid’s back, but his eyes are already on me.

“Your whip’s done,” he notes and sets it on the bench next to him, “I have some more stuff to do, so you can stay here and rest if you want…I will wake you when we reach the island.” 

I blush and duck my head, “Sorry I didn’t even realize how much time passed,” embarrassed, I stand up, “I will just head back to my bunk.”

“You aren’t going to get any sleep there at this time of day, just lay down.”

Agreeing, I lay back down, burrowing myself into the worn out pillows. Satisfied, Kid turns back to his desk and begins to work. The soft sound of his breathing and sketching drifts me off to sleep.

1 year and 6 months later

After sailing for two weeks without any landfall or any action, we are all itching for something to do rather than our daily tasks. So thank gods for us, one afternoon a marine vessel attacks us. 

“Finally some entertainment!” Kid shouts, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Let’s go!” Heat, Wire, and Killer grab robes and swing to the marine’s deck.

I decide to stay on the Victoria, marines piling over. I am quick to make work of them, those imbeciles. “Ow!” I moan, twisting around to see a marine snarling at me, a sword clutched in his hand. 

As the marine draws his sword with a ringing clang, my whip crackles through the air like a serpent's tongue, its tip lashing out with lightning speed. With a deft twist of my wrist, the marine parries the blow, the clash of steel against leather echoing on the deck. The marine's sword flashes in the afternoon light, its blade singing as it slices through the air, while the whip whistles and snaps with a deadly grace. With a sudden burst of speed, I lung forward, my weapon arcing toward the marine’s throat like a coiled viper. The marine hits the deck.

“Nice one.” Killer’s hand comes to rest upon my head, ruffling my hair. 

“You take them all out already?” I question.

“Yep,” Killer nods, “now the crew is searching their ship for anything good.”

“I will go help them.”

“No, you’re with me. Kid wants to have a feast to celebrate our boredom coming to an end, so I am going to need help.”

I sigh and shuffle off into the kitchen, Killer following close behind. 

… 

“Y/N! Y/N!” 

“Oh sorry,” I mumble, “I was lost in thought, what are you calling me for now?”

Looking around the table, all eyes are closely watching me. Kid, Killer, Heat, and Wire exchange glances, but I am too tired to read into them. The battle earlier exhausted me. I had training in the mornings with Kid and Killer then I did my tasks for the rest of the day, my days were tiresome.

Wire leans in, “I was asking you if you could show me how to use that whip of yours, you were badass today.”

“Sure.” I shrug, moving the remaining food around on my plate.

Suddenly, a fork moves to hover over my plate before digging into one of the potatoes. I follow the fork's movement to Heat, his solemn face turning into a small smirk, popping the potato into his mouth. The exhaustion leaves me as I am plagued with fury. “HEAT HOW DARE YOU! I WAS EATING THAT! JUST BECAUSE I SPACED OUT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE…” 

I go dead silent as he goes to grab another potato, before he can stab his fork into it, a knife lands next to his hand. “Y/N, YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!” 

“IT’S JUST A SMALL KNIFE! A POCKET KNIFE! I DON’T EVEN USE IT FOR COMBAT!” 

“YOU COULD HAVE CUT MY HAND OFF!”

“THEN DON’T STEAL MY FOOD!”

Kid, Wire, and Killer look on humorously. 

“Stop overreacting!” I huff to catch my breath, sitting down once more. 

Heat snorts, “could say the same to you.”

“Oh, fuck off”

A laugh booms through the air, Heat and I both turning to the culprit. Kid is sitting at the head of the table. “What’s so funny?” Heat asked.

Kid finally calms down, his face red, “nothing,” he turns towards me with a small grin on his face, “You good, sweet cheeks?”

“Yeah,” I smile at him, “I am all good.”

Kid hums, taking a great sip of his drink. Glancing at me once more. As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, their conversation grew louder and more animated, fueled by the camaraderie of the crew and the promise of a carefree night ahead. Soon enough, Kid and I stand by the door of his room. “Goodnight, Kid.”

“Night, sweet cheeks,” Kid opens his door before turning back to me, “I have you for 6 more months.”

Stunned, I stay silent as Kid stumbles into his room. As the door swings shut, I make my way back to my bunk, my hand resting on the wall to help me stay upright. A coldness runs through me as I throw myself onto my hammock, 6 more months with Kid. As my hammock sways side to side, a small grin adorns my face. I think I am falling for Eustass Kid. 

 2 years 

“It was nice having you,” Kid chuckles, “even if I really had no choice but to let you on the ship.”

“I could have survived without you.” 

Kid rolls his eyes, “yeah right, you were begging for me to take you in.” 

“Was not!”

Kid sends me a blank look. 

“Alright, you got me. Thank you Kid,” I grin, “I appreciate all you did for me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the tips of his ears turning red, “Killer will accompany you to the archipelago.”

Looking at my feet in disappointment, “You are staying on the ship then?”

Kid hums, “Wait here," turning around to his desk to grab something. He hands me a letter, “Don’t look at it now.”

I tuck it into my bag, saying goodbye. I turn to leave the room when a hand grabs mine. Before I could question him, Kid pulls me into his embrace. We stay hugging in his workshop for what feels like forever, I take a deep breath, memorizing what this feels like. He slowly lets go, “You better go, you’re going to be the last of your crew to show up.”

I laugh, “That will probably be Zoro,” taking a step back, “thanks again, for everything.”

He smiles. I watch him for a moment, trying to commit his smile to memory. 

… 

Y/N, 

As I sit down to write these words, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for having you on my crew, even just for a short time. It's not often that we come across someone as genuinely caring and supportive as you are, and I feel incredibly fortunate to have met you. The crew will miss you. Your words of wisdom, jokes, and support will be missed. We will be enemies the next time we see each other, remember what we practiced. 

Eustass Captain Kid

Months later in Wano

“Kid? What are you doing here? Are you alright?” 

I usher him into the small cabin secluded in the forest in Kuri. Thank gods that Tama is not here and is off galavanting with Chopper. Kid slams onto the ground of the small home. I open doors and cabinets, looking for a first aid kit or any kind of medical treatment. In the last cabinet, I find gauze. Looking back at Kid, he has scooted over out of sight of the window. I move towards him, bend down, and motion for him to hand me his injured arm, “what are you doing in Wano?”

Kid stays silent and takes a deep breath, wincing at the pressure I put on his wound. In the silence, I discover a profound sense of peace – a tranquility that fills me with contentment. "I missed you," I whisper. 

Kid raises his head at my words but still doesn't speak. He only stares, so I ask, "What happened to you?" 

Looking into his eyes, I can see the tears start to form, but before they fall, I wipe them on the sleeve of my kimono. Breaking down, Kid explains the betrayal of Scratchman Apoo and Basil Hawkins, what Kaido did to him, and his escape from Udon. 

"You will find your crew," I comfort him, "they would never give up on you. They are all going to be okay" 

Kid moves to stand, "I have to go." 

"Maybe you should wait a day, you're exhausted. You can't fight anyone like this." 

"I can't stay here any longer, I have to find Killer and the rest of my crew, and kill Kaido."

I stand silently and watch him gather himself before heading towards the door but before he goes, I blurt out, "I need to tell you something"

Kid turns and watches me, I take that as my cue to speak, "I know this is coming out of nowhere and the timing is just awful, but I have to tell you. I love you. I fell in love with you during those two years on your ship, but I didn't realize the extent of that love until I wasn't spending everyday with you. I love the way you protect your crew so fiercely, the support you gave me during training, and the reassurance that my crew would be okay. I love the way you fight with anyone who gets in your way or disagres with you, although that is a tad annoying, and so much more. I needed to tell you. And though the path ahead may be uncertain, I am certain of one thing – my love for you"

A look of shock runs across his face but is quickly masked with a sneer, “I never loved you. I will never love you.”

...

I don't know how much time had passed. I can't even cry. I felt numb. I just stare at the place where Kid was before he took off out of the small cabin. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, it's not time to get stuck on such trivial matters in the middle of a war. I have my crew and that is what matters. Composing myself, I grab my whip from the table and head to meet my friends in the flower capital. 

[m0llygunn]

Strat and Jag (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: an unfortunate bout of eavesdropping rocks the boat of friendship between you and eddie, and ex-sailor steve helps steer you right...

Warnings: 18+ for mature content (not too explicit yet) and eventual smut, mature language, mentions of eddie trauma (parents/alluding to drug issues). Authors note: howdy this is part 2. also i take back the prologue being a prologue, thats just part one idk what im doing. This part and the 3rd part will be the main chunk of this series, then I have bonus chapters coming after! ty! wc: 6.7k+

01/02

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The Fire of All Hells

“I can’t fucking do this anymore, holy shit. She’s killing me.”

“Killing you? I don’t think it’s that serious, man.” Gareth laughs.

“No.” Eddie says harshly. “If you heard what she was saying yesterday… holy fuck, you’d understand. She is killing me.” He groans. 

“Well, dude, you know what you could do?” Jeff replies sarcastically.

Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth were all setting up in the drama room and you figured you’d show up a little early with the cookies you made after Eddie left you yesterday. 

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While you didn’t play DnD, you were an odd sort of an ‘unofficial’ member. You and Eddie have been friends forever so it was kind of pushed into your lap when he wanted to start his little club. And since it was a group of dimwit boys, you unwarrantedly became the founding mother of the club… alongside the founding father, Eddie— who, have it be noted, has zero organizational capabilities, not an ounce of time management skills, and absolutely no faith entrusted in him by any school faculty members. And for all of those reasons, that is why you were roped into this weird little club.

Eddie practically begged for you to be the one to ask the teachers to start the group. His far from perfect rep with them would have made the teachers obviously turn him down… but you on the other hand… you're liked enough, get good enough grades, and although have been tied to Eddie in numerous ways (including physically that one time when Eddie bought industrial level handcuffs, brought them to school to show off, cuffed you and him together to demonstrate, realized he lost the keys, and then you both spend the day cuffed together until Wayne got home to saw you free), you keep out of trouble for the most part. 

After a week of Eddie groveling and a few deals set between you too, you gave in. At the time, you were in your freshman year, and Eddie was promised Wayne’s old van once he got his license, so he set the deal that he would drive you to school and home everyday (which now that you're both in your senior year, it’s a promise that he has mostly held up overtime). He also promised his eternal friendship, which was already a given so that barely sweetened the deal. It’s kind of foggy at this point, being so long ago, but you’re sure he also bought you some other shit, probably stole you some beer too, because god knows you two were fiends for any alcohol back then. 

Since you had to ask to start up the club, it was your name under the club registry so it was always the drama teacher up your ass about making sure everything was cleaned properly, put away, no food left behind because of the mice… blah blah blah. So yeah… you’re practically the sole standing reason hellfire exists at Hawkins High but you don’t like to think about that… if you think too hard about it, you can’t help but cringe internally. You don’t mind their little group but you’d rather not be known as their leader— that’s all Eddie.

You knew Eddie because his dad and your dad were friends back in high school. The only difference between the two men was when your mom got pregnant with you, your dad cleaned up his life. Eddie’s dad on the other hand was the first to get a girl pregnant out of the two of them— which coincidentally happened in the same year; however, Eddie’s dad couldn’t quite give up his lifestyle. He tried for a bit, he really did, especially after Eddie’s mom skipped town, but it was just hard for him. It didn’t help when he got an injury doing some kind of labor job either. The doctors prescribed him some heavy pain medicine and that’s kind of when everything went to shit. 

As a kid you never noticed. At 8 years old, you were oblivious to the havoc being dragged through the lives of everyone around you. You thought it was all fun and games. Eddie had come and stayed with your family for a few weeks and you thought it was the best. It was like a giant sleepover, probably the closest thing you’ve ever had to a sibling. 

Then Wayne came into the picture. He was living down south, working as a truck driver. Once his brother got his sentence, he moved up, got the trailer, got a job at the plant, and started taking care of Eddie. He was a saint in the body of a mean-looking, tough talking trucker. Not really mean though, he’s a big ole softy, he just doesn’t let most people know that. 

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You take a step further into the drama room, not purposefully trying to eavesdrop, you just didn’t mean to interrupt their conversation so abruptly.

“I can’t do that.” Eddie says flatly.

“You can dude. There’s no way she doesn’t know already. Everyone already thinks you’re together since you touch her nonstop. Seriously. You’re like, attached to her at all times.” Gareth says.

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Eddie’s always been touchy. Always. Gareth’s not wrong, he always has some part of himself connected to you, whether it’s a knee under the table or an arm around your shoulder, that’s just how he’s always been. He’s never shied away from physical touch and that’s normal for you two after all these years. He was your first hug with a boy, first hand hold with a boy, first kiss, second kiss. It’s always been innocent enough though, he’s your best friend after all, it just so happens to be that he’s a boy. Not a boy boy. Just a boy. 

At 7 years old that’s when you two had first kissed. Then again at 10.

The first time, he was making you play some stupid game where he was a knight and you were a princess and according to him, obviously the knight had to kiss the princess. The second time he wanted to ‘practice’ playing spin the bottle. It was only the two of you so you had thought it was a dumb idea but it was Summer and you had been banished from the trailer after spending the weekend blasting the TV and probably stopping Wayne from getting any rest. 

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Summer of 1978

Eddie had spun the bottle 27 times before it finally landed on you. 27 times. You still remember counting each failed spin, laughter getting rowdier and rowdier at your best friend's terrible luck. The 27th time, he lit up like a damn Christmas tree when the neck of the bottle finally slowed, landing point blank in your direction. You couldn’t help the laughing fit that overcame you and you had thrown yourself backwards, clenching your aching stomach, head softly hitting the dirt floor of the forest clearing you two frequented. That’s when Eddie snuck up and stole the kiss. 

You would have let him kiss you, cause that was all part of the game after all. You both had agreed on the rules before starting, but that didn’t stop your surprise when his scrawny little 11 year old body fell over yours. 

You still remember distinctly the way he had grabbed your hands to pull them away from where you were holding your stomach. He pinned them both beside your head, similar to when you’d wrestle, and he looked at you with the biggest signature Eddie Munson smirk known to man. At this point, you were stronger than him still and could have easily tossed him off but it shocked you having him so close and so quickly. It took you by surprise so much so that it knocked all the giggles from you. You just laid there, in Eddie’s hold. His smirk fell and after a moment, he dipped his face to yours, and he kissed you for the second time. 

“Gross Eddie!” You shrieked when you felt his slimy tongue harshly poking past your lower lip and into your mouth. He started to get up off you but you were embarrassed, so you pushed him making him land harshly on his butt. 

“It’s called a French kiss.” Eddie stated matter of factly, face scrunched, hands rubbing over his lower back that stung from the impact of his landing. 

“It’s disgusting and you smell like cheezies.” You say pushing yourself up from the ground and wiping his spit off your mouth. 

“It’s practice.” He huffed. “And you taste like cheezies. It’s not just me.”

“I do not!” You shrieked before hauling yourself up into a standing position ready to stomp away from him. You were already embarrassed by Eddie shocking you into silence, then him telling you that you tasted like cheezies… even at 10 years old you knew that’s not what a boy would want to taste during a kiss. 

“We ate cheezies, Strat.” Eddie said, rolling his eyes at you. 

‘Strat’ was a nickname that your dad started. He was the guitar guy, and spent a lot of time teaching you and Eddie about music since you were toddlers. Once you got old enough to actually hold a guitar, he had two that he’d let you both mess around with; a Fender Stratocaster and a Fender Jaguar. The strat was a pretty baby blue colour that you adored, so naturally, you always called dibs on it, and Eddie got the red Jag. Your dad would call you both ‘Strat’ and ‘Jag’ and unfortunately the nickname stuck for you and you only— probably because you would whine and cry about the strat if Eddie tried to steal it from you. 

At the roll of Eddie's eyes, that really set you off. You turned, stomping your feet back to the trailer park.

“Hey, I like cheezies, Strat! Don’t go!” Eddie called after you. “We’re not done playing, you still have to spin!”

“I’m telling Wayne!” You screamed, running faster to the trailer once you heard Eddie’s clumsy steps behind you. 

“No! Please, don’t!” He yelled back pleadingly, making you smile to yourself revengefully. You heard his steps quicken behind you so you sprinted, making it to the door of the trailer in record speed. 

You threw open the door, startling Wayne who was sat on the couch, and just as you were about to speak you felt Eddie’s hand clamp around your mouth from behind. 

“Edward Munson. You take your hands off that girl.” Wayne warned sternly. 

“B-but-”, Eddie began before you interrupted him by elbowing him in the stomach.

“Yeah. Hands off.” You said turning to face Eddie as he held onto his stomach. You smirked at him and he sent you pleading eyes not to tell. You weren’t going to. That never was your plan, you just wanted to see him squirm as payback for him embarrassing you. 

“Ohhhhh Wayne.” You sang. Eddie’s eyes widening, his features turning increasingly pleading for you not to tell on him. 

“What in god's name happened to you, you’re covered in dirt, missy.” Wayne said ignoring you. He stood from the couch, making his way over to you before his hands were patting at your back trying to get the dirt off. Your face fell and you couldn’t think of a response. 

“She-she… we were playing a game and-” Eddie’s pleading look stopped and his gaze dropped to the floor. You could tell he was about to rat himself out. This boy couldn’t keep one secret from Wayne…

“I fell and Eddie helped me up.” You interject. Eddie’s gaze locked into yours, eyes wide before relaxing, sending you a small smile when he realized what you were doing. 

“Her mom’s gonna kill us both, boy. You better go find her some clothes so I can throw these ones in the wash.” Wayne huffed.

Eddie ran into the trailer to his room.

“Clean clothes too, boy! Don’t give her dirty stuff!” Wayne yelled when Eddie was taking too long. 

“I know Wayne.” Eddie yelled back, voice full of attitude. 

After a few moments, he emerged, with his favourite Black Sabbath shirt that your dad bought for him for his birthday last year and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. 

“Go change, missy.” Wayne gruffed, patting you on the back. 

Back in Eddie’s room you both sat on his floor reading his comics.

“You look pretty in that shirt.” Eddie said, interrupting the silence.

“Shut up Edward. I still don’t forgive you for trying to french kiss me.” You say, cheeks turning hot in anger, prompting you to pick up the closest discarded piece of clothing from his messy floor to throw at him. 

“I'm sorry! It was just for practice.” Eddie groaned dramatically. 

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Before you both reached puberty it was all hugs, holding hands, sharing seats, sharing beds, just being innocently close to each other. After puberty his touchness did simmer a bit. Albeit not much though. Eddie still barely knows what personal space is, but he’s not grabbing at your hand every second like he did when you were kids. 

“I don’t always touch her! Besides, it’s always been like that since we were kids, it’s normal.” Eddie says, focusing his attention on setting up.

“There’s nothing normal about the way you act around her.” Gareth says with a laugh. 

“Yeah. You love her.” Jeff teases. 

“And that’s the fucking problem. Thanks for really rubbing it in guys.” Eddie says exasperatedly, throwing his bag of dice onto the table carelessly. 

“Just ask her out.” Jeff says, patting Eddie on the back as he slouches down onto the table.

“Oh great idea! Strat, I fucking love you. Please, go out on a date with me and potentionally fuck up our lifelong friendship. Great idea guys. Thank you so much.” Eddie says sarcastically. 

During Eddie’s spiel he had picked up his bag of dice again. Finishing his scornful remark, he had thrown it down on the table, this time the dice falling out and skidding across the floor, most of them landing at your feet. 

All three boys turn at once, moving to pick up the dice before they spotted you. 

“Shit.” Gareth says, filling the silence of the room. 

You look at Eddie and he’s gone pale, his whole face null of expression. 

“I- Hey.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “I was just gonna drop these off.” You continue, stepping forward to place the container of cookies on the table. 

“Hey Strat.” Jeff says nervously, being the first to snap out of his surprise. “You gonna stay today?” He asks. 

“No, no… gotta help my mom with.. something.” You lie. You were gonna stay. You told the little twerps you’d stay today, but you really have to go now. 

“I swore you told Dustin at lunch that you’d stay?” Gareth says, eyes narrowing in on you. 

“No, I-”

“Hey guys! What’s up?” Grant greets excitedly as he enters the drama room.

“Hey Grant.” You smile before taking steps towards the door.

“Strat? You’re going?” He questions, brows furrowing at you. “Dustin said you were staying and that you had something for us?”

“No, I have to go. Bye guys.” You say, turning quickly before exiting the room.

“What’s up with her?” You hear Grant say to the guys from the hall. 

“Strat! Where you going?” Lucas calls from the other end of the hall. You turn briefly, still walking backwards towards the school exit. 

“Gotta go home! I left cookies for you guys in there.” You say, putting on your best cheery voice before turning and walking as fast as you can out of the school. 

Shit. Eddie was right. He can’t just ask you out. That would be ruining a lifelong friendship. He can’t do that. He can’t like you. You guys are best friends. He can’t do that to you. 

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At home you flop yourself on your bed. What the fuck are you gonna do?

Nothing. 

You’re going to do nothing. 

You’re going to pretend you didn’t hear that. Eddie doesn’t like you. He doesn’t love you. He’s not ruining your friendship— you won’t let him.

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You spend the weekend convincing yourself you made up the entire conversation you overheard. Eddie called 6 times since Friday evening, but you needed the time to erase whatever you overheard in the drama room from your memory. 

You spend Sunday evening contemplating if you should even take the ride from Eddie in the morning. He barely shows up Monday mornings so, who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and won’t have to see him anyways.

You were wrong though. You decided to start your walk, and halfway there, you heard the familiar rumbling of his van approaching before slowing at your side. 

The van halts and you look over to see a fairly normal looking Eddie smiling at you. You try to muster a smile but you know it must look weird because he retracts into himself before motioning for you to get in. 

You stop, contemplating if it’s a good idea before you hear a car coming up the road that makes the decision for you. You quickly hop into the van, buckling yourself in as Eddie starts driving before the car behind him has time to honk. 

“Hey.” Eddie says.

“Hey.” You reply.

For a moment all that’s heard is the rumbling of the van engine. 

“Haven’t heard from you in a while.” He says cautiously.

“Yeah. Sorry. Was busy.” You lie. You spent the whole weekend in bed doing fuck all but thinking about the situation at large. 

“Busy?” Eddie asks. He knew you weren’t busy. You told him a few days that you had no plans. You were supposed to go over to his, but obviously that didn’t happen. 

“Yeah. Busy. My mom needed help with something.” You say, sticking with the same lie from Friday.

“Something?” He questions. Without looking at him, you can tell he's smiling.

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you?” You say flatly, copying his same avoidant statement from Thursday night when he claimed to be helping Wayne with ‘something’. He huffs a breath out of his nose in what sounds like amusement, but you don’t think this is funny.

You don’t say more and neither does he for the rest of the ride. When you pull into the lot, you both get out before walking into the school. It’s mostly normal, except for the fact that it’s dead silent between the two of you. You don’t think it’s ever been this quiet between you.

When you see Robin, you use her as your escape.

“Robin!” You call. She turns to you and you wave at her. You start walking towards her and out of your periphery, you can see Eddie still trailing beside you. 

“Bye Eddie.” You say, stopping to turn toward him. You can’t look at him though, not in the eyes. You haven’t yet, apart from through the window of the van. 

“Bye Strat.” He says quietly.

You quickly push your way through the halls, leaving Eddie behind until you get to Robin.

“What was that?” She asks as soon as you’re close enough to hear her.

“What was what?” You question.

“What did you say to him, he looked like he was gonna cry?” Robin says furrowing her eyebrows at you.

“I just said bye?” You say.

“Just bye?” She says skeptically. You nod your head at her.

She grabs a book out of her locker, eyes still on you, clearly not believing you. 

“Steve said that those little twerps said something happened.” She says flatly. 

“Like what?” You ask hoping she has some drama that’ll take your mind off of all this.

“Something with you and Eddie.”

“Why’d they say that?” You roll your eyes.

“Cause something did happen?” She says, waiting for you to fill her in but you don’t. 

She stares at you, waiting for you to spill but truly, there’s nothing to spill. You let your eyes roam the hall, feeling awkward under her scrutinizing look before the slamming of her locker startles you. 

“You heard them talking didn’t you?” She asks.

“Heard who?” You ask and you physically feel Robin's annoyance rising. 

“Strat. Stop playing dumb.” She scolds.

“Robin. I’m not playing dumb.” You reply, sticking to your guns. It didn’t happen. You didn’t hear anything. Nothing happened. 

“Strat-” Robin starts, getting interrupted by the first bell. 

“Gotta go Robs! Good talk.” You say before bolting to home room.

You usually sit next to Eddie, but it’s fine. Nothing happened, right? Don’t need to be weird around him, right?

You cross the class to your seat at the back of the room, the spot next to you still empty. Little by little the class fills and by the time the second bell goes, you’re still left sitting alone at the back of the class. 

Halfway through the class, you’re still sitting alone. 

You try to focus on taking notes— especially now since you know you’re gonna have to teach this shit to Eddie who’s currently skipping, but you’re having a hard time focusing. 

When the teacher steps out of the class to get her forgotten worksheets from her office you lean forward in your chair, poking Jeff in the back. 

“Where is he?” You ask, when he turns.

“Seriously?” He laughs. You frown, not appreciating being laughed at right in your face. 

“Yeah. Seriously.” You reply sharply. 

“I think you know the answer to that.” Jeff says before turning forward again. 

Okay. Ouch. You always thought of Jeff as being the nicest out of the three older hellfire guys, but that was cold. 

You didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the day. Matter of fact, you didn’t see him until the next morning when he did the same thing. You had started walking and he drove up behind you, slowing, and you got in. The ride was in complete silence. Not a word or a glance. 

When you got to school, you parted ways immediately, without as much as a goodbye. Eddie didn’t show up to homeroom and Jeff didn’t look your way, not that you would have started a conversation with him after yesterday. 

You had seen Gareth and Grant walking in the hall and you waved. You know they both saw you but they kept walking, not reciprocating your wave, and it really fucking stung. 

That evening you walked home again. Alone.

The next morning, you walked the whole way to school. Alone. No Eddie in homeroom.

You were miserable. And to make matters worse, that morning, the drama teacher called you to his office over the intercom and proceeded to tear you a new one about how things were left in the drama room last Friday. You lied and said you weren’t feeling good and left things a bit of a mess, and that you were very sorry. By the end of the conversation, he was less so scolding you and more so giving you a pitiful look. Maybe you appeared as shitty as you felt, who knows, but you didn’t get detention so at least you got that win. He let you off with a warning instead but made sure to add that if it happens again this Friday, that’s it for your club.

Before lunch you set out to find the only hellfire members that you were certain would not give you the cold shoulder.

“Dustin! Mike!” You called, stopping them before they could enter the cafeteria. You really didn’t want to go in there, knowing Eddie would be there for sure. 

You jogged to catch up with them, both of them stopped right at the door. 

“Hey, do you mind doing me a favor?” You ask, trying to not seem like the shell of a person that you feel like. 

“Yeah? What’s up?” Mike replies. 

“Mr. Joels called me to his office and said if you guys leave the drama room like that again he’s gonna cancel hellfire permanently. Can you tell Eddie?”

“Can’t you tell him?” Mike says before Dustin hits him on the arm.

Dustin turns slightly, peering into the caf and your eyes follow, narrowing in on the person you’re always first to look for in a room. You feel whatever shards of a heart you have left dissolve when you see how miserable he looks too. 

“S-so can you tell him?” You stutter, trying to pull your attention away from Eddie. 

“Strat? Why didn’t you stay on Friday?” Dustin asks quietly.

“B-because.” You stutter again, feeling far too terrible to put up with any more interrogating and far too tired to keep up your lies.

“You heard him didn’t you?” He asks. Yeah. You heard him. You can’t lie to yourself anymore. You can’t pretend you didn’t. It’s not helping anyone. It’s not saving any friendship, because look at this. This isn’t preservation. 

All you can do is nod your head, eyes glued to your shoes.

“He likes you, Strat.” Dustin says. You shake your head, disagreeing. 

“He does.” Mike adds. You shake your head harder.

“No. He said he loves me.” You say, voice coming out croaky, lowering lip jetting out like you're about to cry. 

You bring the palms of your hands to your eyes, pushing until all you can see is black. You’re not about to cry in front of these freshies. You’re not. 

You hear the scuffing of their shoes on the floor before you feel a hand on your arm.

“Hey. It’s okay. Strat. Seriously, we can tell him. Don’t cry.” Dustin coos nervously, obviously not having the intent of making you teary eyed. 

“I’m not crying.” You huff, pulling your hands from your damp eyes. 

“No-yeah! You’re not crying. Don’t worry, we'll tell the guys.” Dustin says genuinely, his demeanor remaining soft yet incredibly nervous. Mike continues looking back into the caf, obviously looking for help from anybody. “So you’re not gonna sit with us?” He asks tentatively. 

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. 

“Well, if you want to come back eventually, uh- we miss you.” He says. You laugh and both boys look taken aback. 

“Gareth and Grant pretended I didn’t exist when I saw them in the hall. Jeff laughed in my face when I asked about Eddie and then proceeded to give me the cold shoulder. They don’t miss me, trust me.” You say, exhaling deeply before standing up straighter, ready to end this conversation.

“We do miss you! Seriously.” Mike adds, looking nervous like it might not be the right thing to say. 

“Thanks guys.” You say, accepting their sentiments. “Tell Lucas I said hey and sorry for running off on him on Friday. And sorry to you guys too, I did say I was going to stay and then I didn’t.” You add before turning on your heels, heading off to the library without waiting for their reply. 

That evening, instead of moping in your room again, you decided to walk to family video. Making matters worse, your dad bought a new distortion pedal for his guitar and he’s been bugging you about getting Eddie to come over to check it out since Sunday. You're clean out of excuses and can’t handle him asking you again tonight, so getting out of the house seems like your best option. Robin usually doesn’t work Wednesday, which leaves Steve closing by himself. You’re not mad at Robin, you just can’t handle the interrogation.

Steve wouldn’t push you for answers like Robin would. He wouldn’t give you the cold shoulder like the other guys. He wouldn’t be the first person you’d hang out with, that of course would be Eddie but… yeah. Steve is a good friend though.

As soon as you walk into the video store you hear Steve calling your name from the register. 

“Hey! Long time no see!” He says happily.

“Yeah. How are you!” You ask, trying to return his chipper attitude but it comes out meek.

“Eh, living the dream.” He says, smiling. He rounds the counter, leaning against it, beside where you’re standing. “And what about you?” He asks, quirking a brow. 

“I’ve been better.” You say honestly. “Mind if I chill with you for a bit?” You ask, looking around the empty store.

“Not at all, in fact, I welcome it.” He laughs, his own eyes grazing the desolate isles.

You take a seat behind the counter with him, just talking about nothing. You can tell Steve’s waiting for you to bring something up though, he keeps giving you knowing looks whenever there’s a lull in conversation. 

When he turns away to help some customers you mentally give yourself a pep talk to talk about it. You’re not going to cry. 

“So… I assume the children and Robin filled you in?” You say, once Steve joins you again after the customers have left.

“That they did.” He says, smiling at you with a nod of his head.

“And?” You say, waiting for him to bombard you like Robin did.

“And what? What do I think?” He asks. You sit back, surprised by his response. 

“I guess.” You say shrugging.

“Well… you and Munson are close. Obviously. Totally and completely close. I can see why you’re like… y’know… freaked out or whatever. In denial, like Robin said.” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders, mirroring your action. 

You look up at Steve in total shock from his extremely validating answer and he just smiles back at you. 

“Don’t you think… Am I not.. in the wrong? I mean, it feels like everybody's mad at me… but like, I don’t know what to do?” You say quietly, stumbling through your thoughts.

“I don’t think you’re in the wrong. Feelings are complicated, there’s not really a right or a wrong.” Steve says genuinely, surprising you.

“Wise.” You laugh.

“Well, you know. I’ve had my fair share of feelings.” Steve laughs.

“How did you know when you- uh…” You trail off. Steve waits patiently for you to speak and you’re beyond thankful for it. “With Nancy, how’d you know?” You say, mustering you all of your courage. 

“I think that’s a little different because we weren’t close friends first, but… it’s hard to say. I guess I just really wanted to be with her, even if it was just hanging out. Thought about her like 24/7. All of that corny shit, like butterflies and blushing and feeling like you can’t breathe.” Steve says, grabbing a tape off the counter and fidgeting with it in his hands.

“Sorry for asking about Nancy.” You say, picking up his discomfort as soon as he starts playing with his hair, pushing it back over and over again.  

“Don’t worry about it, seriously.” He says, reaching a hand across and patting your knee in a friendly manner. 

“I guess, I’m just confused cause… I’ve never thought of Eddie that way, but… maybe I have?” You say, questioning yourself. 

“Hmm.” Steve hums, thinking to himself.

“Like, I feel like Eddie’s my person. He’s the only one that I want to hang out with all the time, and I always think about him… but the butterflies and all that other stuff you said, I don’t know. I feel like Eddie's just Eddie, he doesn’t make me nervous like that. 

“Well that could be because you’ve known him your whole life?” Steve gathers. “And I’m not trying to fuck with your head or anything, but you can’t say you don’t blush at stuff he does. I’ve seen it before.” Steve smiles at you genuinely.

“What?” You scrunch your face. You so do not blush because of Eddie. “When?”

“Halloween. Jonathon was taking all those photos and Eddie kissed you on the cheek for one of them. You seriously went bright as a tomato and there’s photo evidence.” Steve laughs.

You remember that night. You did blush, but you blamed it on the alcohol consumed… even though you only had half a beer at that point. You literally went hot all over and then you blamed it on not eating enough before drinking.

“Oh my god.” You say, mostly for yourself. Eddie had made you blush. He made you blush hard. 

“Am I right?” Steve says smugly. You reach across, hitting Steve on the shoulder but he swats you away with a laugh.

“I hate to say it Steve, but maybe you’re onto something.” You smile in disbelief.

“You people have no faith in me.” Steve says, faking hurt. 

All you can do is smile at him because things are finally starting to make a little more sense. 

“Well, want to keep going or are you tapping out of feelings?” Steve says, quirking his brow at you, making you laugh. 

“What are you? Dr. Harrington? PhD in love?” You joke, grabbing your own tape off the counter to fiddle with. 

“Oh yeah. Took a lot of heartbreak to get my PhD but hey, if it helps at least one person, maybe it was all worth it.” He laughs.

The conversation lulls for a moment but you quickly break it, deciding you’re not tapping out of your feelings, how could you when you’re so close to understanding?

“Do you think it’ll ruin our friendship? Like what if it doesn’t work out?” You spit out your worst fear, but it doesn’t even phase Steve.

“Well, from what I heard from Robs, how’s your friendship going right now?” Steve says cautiously with a softness to his voice.

“Horrible. I’m miserable. He looks miserable, but I haven’t really talked to him since last Thursday and even then he was acting weird.” You frown thinking about how Eddie looked in the cafeteria, slouched in his seat at the table, eyes all sad, not even talking to the guys— and Eddie is a talker, it’s not fucking normal for him not to be talking.

“Right. And you’re still confused about if you have feelings for him?” Steve asks genuinely, curious but not prying.

“I mean yeah. Like, I pictured Eddie in my life forever, but I never even considered it in that way or really any way at all. I never put much thought into it, ever.” You say honestly. 

“You don’t… you know.. think about him sexually.” Steve asks, grinning. You look down into your lap, shyly and you feel your cheeks heat but it’s an easy question you know the answer to.

“Truthfully? I always blamed it on him being so close to me. Like proximity planted all that shit in my head. And like… obviously I trust him and stuff so, like… if I thought about him like that, I always told myself it’s because I could trust him and that’s it.” You say, hiding in your hands. Steve grabs at your hands, before shooting you an amused smile. He’s so stupid, but this is fucking working, he’s actually making everything make sense. 

“So you’re attracted to him?” Steve says once your blush cools.

“Eddie’s fucking beautiful. I’ve never been shy to say that. Well, except when he was, like, going through puberty, that was scary.” You say widening your eyes, remembering how gangly and extra clumsy he was right after his growth spurt, and the awkward squeaky voice he had for an entire summer before his voice dropped. Steve laughs at you, clearly enjoying the terror that flashes over your face when you remember the first time you found his porn stash that somehow moved in right along with puberty. 

“And… correct me if I’m wrong but you’ve never had a boyfriend, right?” Steve says.

“You are correct.” You say sheepishly. 

“And why’s that?” He asks. You shrug, starting to feel nervous. 

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m not judging you for your choices, just might be helpful to think about?” Steve says softly, leaving it as an optional question with a way out if you so please.

“Yeah. I think, just… dunno. Whenever I’d think about going on a date, I’d always think about Eddie and that would kind of cut the idea short, if that makes sense? Not that I’d think about going on dates with him, just like, if I thought about going on a date it was more so, like… ‘well I usually hang out with Eddie so there’s no time’.” You ramble, nerves getting to you.

“Makes total sense. But you don’t think you associated Eddie with dating because…” Steve leads, leaving open space in his point for you to conclude.

“Because I want to date Eddie?” You say out loud, trying to piece together the puzzle that you’ve been recklessly throwing the pieces around to for far too long. 

“Once again, I’m not trying to make you think any particular way. Just helping you get to your own conclusions. Think of me as an impartial mediator.” Steve says, standing up from his spot, starting to pile some tapes back into a cart. You stand too, starting to help him since you’ve stolen so much of his time. 

“You really should consider getting a PhD or something, cause damn. Much to think about.” You laugh. “When did you get so wise.” You joke, pushing at his shoulder. 

“Yeah. Definitely would never qualify for a PhD, but thanks.” Steve laughs, placing the final VHS from the counter into the basket. “Now, want to do returns with me? Either that or we leave them for Robin tomorrow and when she chews me out I'll totally blame it on you so…” Steve says, tilting his face at you, raising his brows waiting for your response. 

“Already had Robin chew me out enough.” You smile, grabbing the return bin for Steve. 

You ended up staying with Steve until close. After he dropped you off at home, you spent the whole night thinking about everything you talked through with Dr. Harrington. 

Even after a night of contemplation, you kept thinking about it into the next day. You thought about it as you walked by yourself to school, sat through home room alone, ate lunch alone, walked home alone, and spent the evening alone. 

You like Eddie. 

It’s so fucking clear now. 

I mean, every time you’ve ever pictured your future? It’s always been with Eddie. Every dirty thought, every wet dream, every time you touched yourself, it’s always been about Eddie. You don’t go on dates and you’ve never cared to, because you have Eddie. Eddie is your person though and through. 

You don’t just like Eddie. You love him. 

And when that thought crosses your mind, you feel sick. Feels like someone is both tickling you and also absolutely bludgeoning you from the inside out. Is this what butterflies are? Holy fuck. 

When you think about Eddie spilling his guts to Jeff and Gareth in the drama room, you get that feeling and, god, is it horrible. But also… it makes you giddy?

You think about Eddie and suddenly you can’t wipe the stupid grin off your face. You think about his eyes, his nose, his stupid jokes, his laugh, and you get that fluttery feeling.

Deeper into the night you think about Eddie’s lips. You think about his hands, his arms, the way he always is touching you, the ways he could touch you, and you get a different feeling. Like a heat brewing in you. A desire, a neediness. Sure, you’ve thought things about Eddie, but never this purposefully. It makes you squirm in your bed until you get up and go grab water to cool yourself down.

You wake up befuddled with feelings. Like Steve was a fucking train conductor and you just got run over. 

It doesn’t help that you remembered that you kind of fucked this up already. It’s Friday. It’s been a whole week since you overheard him. 

It’s barely been 24 hours of you feeling so full of feelings. If Eddie was sure enough to admit he loved you to the guys, how long has he been feeling like this? If he’s felt anywhere near the way you feel now, he must have been drowning. And you were just letting him. And now, you’ve made him go a week, knowing that you know that he loves you, and you just went awol. 

Your mind goes to what he said in the drama room. 

“She’s killing me.” 

You’ve been killing him. It didn’t make sense at first, but now it does. It makes perfect sense and it took you until 5PM on Friday night to understand it after a long day of skipping school, laying in bed, and stress baking. And you need to stop it. 

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ty <3

[princessbrunette]

reader who sometimes likes to point out really obvious stuff, but she’s always so proud of herself that the boys just don’t have the heart to bring it up. Like her & rafe could be sitting on the couch watching discovery channel, & something that is obviously a baby cheetah will come into the screen & she’ll be like “oh! that’s a cheetah, it’s only a baby though, it still needs to grow into a big cheetah.” or she could be with johnbee & there’s clearly something wrong with the boat, & she’ll go “The boats not starting up.” with all seriousness, & he’ll just smile & kiss her head. “You’re right, good job.” or jj could show up in front of her literally dripping in sweat, & she’ll say; “you’re sweating.” & jjs all like “really? shit i didn’t even notice, thanks sweetheart.” - 🍄

this kills me bc unironically this is so me, i do this all the time ! 😭

🌺⋆୨୧⋆⋆˚👙˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡🐚

john b n jj as a duo would get such a kick out of it, jj always coming back with something sarcastic to point out how obvious it is whilst john b simply absentmindedly strokes your head and says “yeah.” all quiet and calm, occasionally smacking jj to get him to behave.

john b especially is so used to it that he doesn’t even bat an eyelid. he’s laying back on the couch at the chateau with his eyes shut, listening to you repeatedly press the on button on one of the lamps, only for no light to come out.

“the lamp is not turning on.” you observe simply, and without opening his eyes, john b knows the resolution.

“why do you think that is, pup?” he asks gently in that low raspy voice he gets when he’s tired.

“because it’s not plugged in.” he can hear you turned to look at him to answer so he cracks an eye open, giving you a small smile and a nod as he rests a hand behind his head.

“right.”

jj often meets your obvious remarks with lighthearted teasing as mentioned before, the blonde leading you into an abandoned church with the pogues as you follow a lead.

“the lights are off because the church is very old.” you inform jj quietly, sticking to his side as you blink uncomfortably at a cluster of cobwebs in the doorway. he licks his lips, glancing as you as he’s halfway through working a torch out of his cluttered backpack.

“nothin’ gets past you, huh babydoll?” he sarks, gently moving you aside by the waist to walk infront of you for protection purposes.

with rafe he honestly pays it no mind even if he does think it’s kind of cute lowkey. you’ll have your cheek smushed tiredly to his chest as he steers his boat out on the open water and he’ll feel you wriggle an arm free to point tiredly at another boat nearby.

“theres another boat here.” the comment made sense to say in your head, rafe’s sunglass- shielded eyes flickering in its direction carelessly before returning his gaze to the open water, expression not changing.

“yeah, no shit baby.” he mutters, but a few minutes later he presses a kiss to the warm crown of your head.

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[probably-writing-x]

Who Needs To Know?

Summary: It was the typical story wasn’t it? The Kook girl and the Pogue that she shouldn’t fall for. Even worse when that Pogue is the absolute epitome of everything your parents hated. But there was just something in that grin, wasn’t there?

Warnings: Sexual references, mentions of a gun

Author’s Note: Couldn’t started writing for outerbanks and not write for JJ of course !! Hope you like this one !! Let me know if you want to be tagged in future work <3

Not my gif

You know his eyes are on you, looking at you as often as his eyes will let him from the other side of the room, wanting nothing but your gaze to fall onto him too. You don’t bite, you let him simmer there in his own impatience.

“(Y/N)?” Kelce snaps you back to reality, “Are you even listening?”

No.

“Um, sorry,” You drag a hand through your hair to drag it away from your face, “What did you say?”

“Holy shit, what is that?” It’s Topper that notices, pointing to the dark purple blotch on the base of your neck.

He hadn’t even realised what he’d done until the mark started to show, and it had been a good few days of keeping your hair down or caking it in concealer. Though, today, you’d thought your hair would be enough. Evidently, it wasn’t.

“It’s nothing,” You pull your hair quickly back over your shoulders to cover it, fighting back the blush from your cheeks.

“What’s with the secrets (Y/N)?” Topper pries, “Who are you hiding from us? Are they here?”

His eyes are scanning the room but by the time his eyes get to the group of Pogues, he’s lost interest - instincts telling him you’d never go for one of them. You were Sarah’s counterpart for the Kook Princess title - both of you sharing in the ‘parents that own the place’ sort of lifestyle. To your friends, they couldn’t imagine you going for anyone from the other side of the island.

“Alright, well we’ll figure it out eventually,” Kelce wiggles his brows, “But as I was saying, let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah we can take the boat,” Topper nods, downing the rest of his drink and setting it down on the side.

“Coming?” They look at you, waiting for your feet to follow them.

“Um, yeah, I’ll catch up with you guys, I just need to pee,” You nod, “Meet you at the dock?”

They don’t question it much, but you don’t give them much of a chance anyway as you hurry off deeper into the house.

You get to the bathroom and pull the door shut behind you, not locking it. With any luck, a certain boys’ eyes would have followed you all the way here and he’d be coming in three… two… one…

“Having a good night?” There’s a grin tugging at his lips, his blonde hair splaying over his head in a messy mop, his eyes hazed slightly by the concoction of weed and beer in his veins.

“Asshole,” You mutter underneath your breath, “I told you they’d see it eventually.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you didn’t cover it,” He raises his hands in defence and your eyes catch with his in the mirror where you’d been frantically trying to fix your hair around your face again.

You turn around and lean back against the counter of the sink, moving your hands up until both of them link with his fingers, wrapping around his larger hands.

“Hi,” He smiles, the kind of smile that made you realise why you’d first even thought about liking him, it was irresistible.

“Hi,” You roll your eyes, an equally bright smile threatening to give away your facade.

JJ leans in and kisses you, lightly at first, just holding his lips over yours. But it doesn’t take him long to crave more, missing the feeling of you completely consumed by his touch. He hums into your kiss and pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. Your heart was pounding.

He just had that effect on you - your heart racing, stomach fluttering, and blood boiling all at once. He had kissed you and you didn’t want to leave.

“Tell them something came up,” He mumbles the words against your lips, not wanting to lose too much contact yet.

“And go where?” You pull back just slightly from JJ but it only invites him back with you, chasing you to now be pinned against the counter.

“Anywhere but here,” JJ groans, dipping his head to kiss his marking on your neck, “Anywhere where I can add to this.”

You laugh, hooking your finger under his chin to tilt his gaze back up to your eyes, “Give me ten minutes, I’ll meet you outside.”

With a final peck to his lips, you walk away, leaving his eyes chasing you like a puppy dog before the door closes behind you.

~~~

The boys and Sarah, and a few other girls from your year at school, are waiting on the boat down at the dock as you walk over.

“Finally!” Kelce shouts, stepping one foot onto the side of the boat to prepare to help you on.

“You guys go without me,” You encourage, your words making Topper turn his head too.

“What are you talking about?” Topper laughs, knowing you were never one to call it a night early.

You place a hand low on your stomach, “Girl troubles.”

“Okayyyy…” Topper raises his hands as if to back off, “I know better than to ask more about that.”

It’s a smile of relief when you respond, “I’ll see you later.”

With that, you disappear back up towards the house party, scanning the seemingly empty expanse outside for that familiar mop of blonde. Before you can pull your phone out to text, a known pair of arms wrap around you and pull you up from the ground. You squeal and kick out your legs.

“I thought you’d keep me waiting,” JJ says against your ear, lowering you to the ground and holding your hips from behind.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” You smirk and lean your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck for JJ to nuzzle his face into.

That was one good thing about having to sneak around together; when you did see each other, Jay couldn’t keep his hands off you. Though you were almost certain that would never change.

~~~

Under the promise to be quiet, you and JJ sneak through into your house. He holds one hand to your waist and the other laced with your fingers as he follows your steps to ascend the stairs towards your room.

The pair of you ass the room where, luckily, both of your parents were still asleep and JJ follows you as close as he can be to get to your ensuite. He lifts you up to sit on the counter beside the sink, assuming your normal positions. When the two of you had first started seeing each other, it was all just fire, and bedsheets and peeling away clothes and fighting for dominance. It was a hunger, a craving. But it was more than that now. He threw rocks at your window and brought over food at midnight, he left notes in the morning when he had to leave or wake you up before sunrise so that the two of you could swim together before disappearing to opposite sides of the island. And he did this - he brought you home from parties and helped you get ready for bed.

He gets out the toothbrush you kept for him in the cupboard. He keeps contact with you always - a gentle hand on your thigh or standing between your open legs. He was soft and loving. So, though that fire still burned between you, it seemed to do more than just ignite you now. And it was yet to burn out.

“I hate nobody knowing that you’re mine,” JJ mumbles into the quiet, tracing his fingertips over your collarbones.

You narrow your eyes, “And who said I was yours?”

He cocks a brow at you, shifting both hands under your thighs and pulling you close to him, “Do you need me to remind you?”

You wrap your legs around him and let JJ carry your weight into the bedroom, giggling when your back hits the mattress.

~~~

The sunlight streaming through your curtains is enough to tell you that it is later than it should be. JJ is taking up your half of the bed, his torso flush against the exposed skin of your back. The bedsheets are tangled in the mess of your legs together and the sound of chatting in the kitchen is what snaps you into reality away from this haven.

“Shit, JJ!” You hiss, “Get up, babe, you need to go.”

He grumbles in his slumber and tightens his hold on you.

“JJ come on!” You hit his arm, wriggling reluctantly out of his grip, “My parents are downstairs, they’ve got people over today.”

You stand up out of the bed and try to find your abandoned clothes amongst the mess on the floor, tossing JJ’s tshirt and shorts in his direction.

“Come on, I’m sure they’d love me if they met me,” JJ yawns, stretching against the bed sheets.

“You know? That’s a great idea, if my Dad’s got his gun lying around I’m sure it would be even better,” You quip, pulling your halter neck top back over your torso.

“Yep, nope, okay, I’m up,” JJ scrambles up, pulling on his white tshirt and fixing his cap over his head.

You look at him with panicked eyes but they relax as soon as your gaze meets his.

“Hey, don’t stress, I’ll go out the window, okay?” He encourages, “I’ll make sure they don’t see me.”

“Okay,” You take a deep breath, “I don’t want to know what my Dad would do if he found you.”

“Well we won’t be finding out any time soon,” JJ laughs, stepping close to you for a moment so he can kiss you quickly, “Can you sneak out tonight? I have a plan.”

“Of course,” You smirk, “I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, and you might want to cover those up,” He points down at the marks now along the base of your neck, a couple spilling down onto your chest.

“You’re such an asshole,” You shake your head.

He grins and ducks towards the window before you can get too mad at him, clambering out as quietly as possible and lowering himself down the wall.

You watch him walking slip out onto the road, just past where one of your father’s friends was getting out of the car.

“What reason do you have for being around here?” You hear your Dad’s voice shout out, watching him walk down the path towards JJ.

JJ walks with his head focused in front of him, knowing better than to start anything - he probably would have done before he started dating you.

You can’t see his face from this angle any more, but you can only imagine the grin curling its way onto his face.

(((Would anyone want this as a series maybe???)))

[milesdickpic]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 72

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Hi, babes! Another chapter for you all! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! I just want to thank everyone who reads and leaves feedback. I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Bradley and Phoenix are about to leave for their deployment together, but this time Phantom joins. How will this small detachment on the boat go for the three of them? 👨🏻‍✈️👩🏻‍✈️

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Major Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Fighting, Violence, Sadness, but still some love 🥺

Please don't take my work, I will find you. 

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Bradley’s POV

The next morning, Phoenix and I were up early. We had loaded our duffles and uniforms into Hangman’s truck. After we went to go meet with Phantom at his house for morning coffee. We went over a couple of things that needed to be done and discussed new route changes. 

Phantom sighed, “It looks like this week's going to be a little different. There will be many more heads going out on the boat. So instead of me being on land. I will be joining both of you later. I’ll be on the boat these next two weeks as well.”

Phoenix looked at Phantom with furrowed brows, “Is there an issue, sir? Why are there so many of us being loaded all of a sudden?”

Phantom sighed, “There’s been more bandit spottings near the area being watched. We aren’t sure why they are there, but they have been. No threats yet. We did have one lock tone on one of our guys last week.” He looked at me. “Isn’t that right Bradshaw?”

I nodded, “Yes sir.” I gulped. “Terrified the shit out of him, but the enemy was just trying to have us evade.” 

Phoenix looked at me upset, “You didn’t mention that to us, Rooster.”

I gulped, “I didn’t want to cause a panic for my heavily pregnant wife. It was for a brief minute. He stood his ground. We were fine.”

Phoenix sighed and nodded as she rubbed my shoulder. 

After coffee Phoenix and I went back to the house. Hangman was up making breakfast for everyone.

I patted Hangman on the back, “Hey thanks, man.” 

“No problem, Rooster.” Hangman chuckled as he flipped some eggs.

“The girls still in bed?” I looked up to the stairs. 

Hangman pointed to the stairs with the spatula, “Leia is still sleeping, but I think y/n is up getting ready in the room.” 

I nodded and ran up stairs. I opened the door and you were sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing your belly and singing. Leia was with you and she had her hands on your belly. I watched on quietly as you giggled and sang My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. Your voice was so soft. I knocked on the door frame and you looked up. “Hi, baby.” I smiled. 

You laughed and gestured for me to come over, “Come here, the boys really like Celine Dion, babe. I was getting up to get ready to shower and was singing one of her songs and they started kicking like crazy and haven’t stopped.” You laughed as you rubbed your belly. 

“Do you wanna feel them, daddy?” Leia giggled as she felt her brother’s kicks. 

I came to kneel in front of you. You grabbed my hands and placed them on either side of your stomach. I felt their little kicks under my palms, “Oh my gosh….” I smiled. “The boys must love how your voice sounds when you sing, baby.” I chuckled and kissed your belly. “Sweetheart, this is amazing.” I looked up at you and kissed you. Leia dismissed herself to go help Hangman with breakfast.

“They love to fight in there, maybe it’s just them fighting.” You sighed. “I’m going to go and take a shower. I need one.” 

I rubbed your belly, “Need some help, baby?” I grabbed your hands and kissed them.

You sighed, “I shouldn’t, but after what happened back in San Diego… help would be nice, Bradley.” You cupped my cheek.

“I would love to help you, honey. I need to shower anyways.” I smiled at you.

You threw your head back a little bit and opened your eyes wide, “Oh! You meant shower with me!” You started to laugh.

I palmed my face, “Sweetheart, what did you think I meant? Of course shower with you.” 

“Are we all going to fit in the shower?” You raised your brow at me. 

 I rolled my eyes, “We will, baby.” I kissed your hands, “Let’s go.”

I ran the shower as I helped you undress. I gave you kisses all over as I took your clothes off. You giggled as my mustache tickled you. “You are so beautiful, baby. Look at you, you’re glowing.” I smiled and rubbed your arms as I looked at you.

You scoffed and shook your head, “Bradley, I am so swollen. I feel like an advertisement blimp.” You started to laugh as you rubbed your belly.

“Advertisement for a ‘hot ass wife.’” I kissed your lips and helped you into the shower. I removed my clothes and joined you. I closed the curtain and watched as you wet your hair and body in the shower stream. 

We switched places and I pulled your back against me. I let the water run over the both of us. I didn’t want you to be cold. I placed my hands under your belly and lifted it to relieve some of the weight. You sighed in relief and leaned back into me.

“Feel better, sweetheart?” I kissed your head.

“That feels amazing. My back has been hurting so much. Thank you.” You relaxed into me and placed your hands on mine. “Please never let go.” You chuckled.

I kissed you again. “I’ll hold on as long as you want me to, baby.”

We continued our shower after a couple of more minutes of me holding your belly. I helped you wash your hair and your body. I didn’t want you to do anything. I knew the slightest movement was a lot of work for you, so I made sure to do everything. When we got out of the shower, I brushed your hair, applied all your moisturizers, and helped you put your clothes on. I kissed your forehead, “Now you’re ready for the day, baby.” I was still in my towel.

You looked at me sadly, “Thank you for doing this for me.” You placed your hand on my cheek, “I’m really lucky. Aren’t I?” You chuckled.

I shook my head in your hand, “No I’m the lucky one. I have you, baby.” I kissed you one more time before I went and threw my uniform on. I came back and you were still sitting at the tub. You were waiting for me as I finished. I fixed my hair and my mustache and looked at you. You came over and buttoned up my coat. 

“My Lieutenant Commander.” You ran your hand over my new pins, “You look good, Bradley.” 

I grabbed both your hands and placed them over my shoulders, I placed my hands on your hips. “Care to dance with me, baby?”

You chuckled, “I am having Deja Vu. Are we dancing to silence?” You smirked.

I grabbed my phone from the sinks countertop. I played You Are The Reason by Calum Scott and Leona Lewis. “How about now?” I chuckled and raised my brow at you.

We started to sway slowly to the music. You looked up at me with so much love in your eyes. “You are the man of my dreams, Bradley.”

I placed my forehead to yours, “I am yours, forever, sweetheart. My heart belongs to you.” 

I’d spend every hour of everyday keeping you safe…

You closed your eyes as we swayed together. I could feel your heartbeat, it was going at the same pace as mine. Your touch was so gentle. I could feel a couple of kicks here and there from our boys on my lower abdomen. When they’d kick, I would place my hand where they kicked. “Daddy’s here boys. I love you.”

You looked up at me and caressed my cheek, “Promise me you’ll do your best and come home safely.”

I smiled and brought your hand to my lips. I placed a delicate kiss on the back of your hand, “I will always come home to you, honey. I am always with you. I’ll always be in your heart, in our daughter, our boys. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” 

You smiled, “I love you, Bradley, always.” You teared up and kissed me.

“And I love you, y/n, forever.” 

I’d climb every mountain… And swim every ocean… Just to be with you… And fix what I’ve broken… ‘Cause I need you to see… That you are the reason.

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After we all finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen, it was time for Phoenix and me to go. We were all downstairs. Phoenix hugged and kissed Leia and Gunner repeatedly as she said goodbye. 

“Aunt Nat, be safe.” Leia played with her wings on her whites. 

Phoenix pinched her cheeks, “I will my Leia girl.” She kissed her cheek hard, “I promise to keep your daddy safe while we are gone.” 

Leia nodded and hugged Phoenix tight, “Thank you Aunt Nat. I love you.”

She hugged Leia tight, “I love you, my Leia girl.” She continued to give Gunner pets with Leia before she came over to say bye to you. 

She gave you a big hug and pointed to your belly, “You boys better remain calm in there until we get back!” She laughed and gave you another hug. “I’ll take care of him, y/n. I promise.” 

You hugged her tight, “I know you will, Phoenix. You always have. Thank you so much.” 

I said my goodbyes to Leia. “I’ll see you soon, baby girl. It’ll go by quick and then we have 3 whole months to spend together.” I patted her cheek. 

She nodded and smiled into my palm. “You’re gonna do great Daddy. You always do. Take care of Aunt Nat. She’s going to take care of you.” 

I nodded, “Always baby. I love you so much, Leia Rey.” I pulled her in for a hug and kiss. I pulled away and poked her chest, “I am always here with you.” I poked her heart over and over again. “Always.”

She smiled. “I know, Daddy.” She poked my heart, “And I’m always in yours.”

I hugged her again, this one tighter. “I love you, baby.”

She laid her head on my shoulder, “I love you, daddy.”

I gave Gunner a couple of kisses and pets. Then we were out the door. Hangman brought Phoenix and me to the loading dock. Phantom was there waiting for us. We all greeted him. Hangman helped us unload our duffles and uniforms from his truck. 

He hugged the both of us, “Be safe out there. I’ll see you when you asshats get back.” He chuckled and patted our backs. 

“Take care of my girls, Seresin. Or I’ll kick your fuckin ass when I get home.” I smiled at him.

He nodded, “Always, Sir. I got your back.” He smiled and hugged me one more time. 

We got onto the boat and went to bring our things to our rooms. I was staying with the other LCDRs. After we finished unpacking our things, the boat was already departing. By the time I made my way out on the deck, the loading dock looked nothing more than a little dot in the distance. Here we go, again. 2 weeks, Bradshaw. You got this.

I made my way over to the planes. Phoenix and Phantom were standing at mine. Phantom waved me over, “Bradshaw, come over here.” He was smiling as he waved me over. “Will you look at that? They work quickly, don’t they? He chuckled and patted my back, “LDCR Bradley Bradshaw.”

I smiled and went up to my plane running my hand over the new decals. “Damn.” 

Phoenix came over and patted my back, “Let’s go get ready, sir. We have classes we are still running.” 

We shook hands with Phantom and returned back to our rooms. My roommates and I were all changing into our flight suits to meet in the de-briefing room. I met up with Phoenix and we headed over to the room. In there was a sea of pilots and sea-men. Phantom was at the head of the class waiting for the rest of the instructors to come in. We went and hung out with him in the front. We went over the routes and new precautions. There had been so many changes to everything since last week when I was here. I was shocked and amazed that they were able to come up with completely new instructions. 

We spent the whole working day in the classroom today. It dragged on for hours, and by the time we finished, It was already nighttime. We all headed down for dinner. Phantom, Phoenix, a couple of other superiors, and I talked about tomorrow’s agenda. Phoenix and I signed up for the second fly-out of the day around 1445. We would be with some of our students we had been training since being here in Hawaii, so it would run smoothly since they now understood our lingo. I walked Phoenix back to her room. 

“I’ll see you in the morning, Trace.” I gave her a hug and a kiss on her head. “Get some sleep. Long day of flying tomorrow.” 

She smiled and patted my chest, “I’ll see you in the morning, Bradshaw.” 

I walked back to my room and changed for bed. I pulled out my picture of you and Leia and gave it a kiss, along with the picture of our twins. 

I love you, forever.

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The next morning, I woke at around 0400. I headed over to the showers and got ready for the day. I went back to my room and dressed in my whites, but instead of having the coat, I settled for the short sleeve shirt. It was still early in the morning but we were out in the middle of the Pacific and it had been warm out there no matter the time of day. I went to the cafeteria and grabbed a cup of coffee to have out on the flight deck. I made my way up to the deck. I went to stand over by the edge near the stern where the landing strip began. I looked out into the ocean. The sun was starting to come up over the horizon. There weren’t many crew members out on the deck yet. Just a couple checking all the planes. I put my earbuds in and played My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. It made me think of you, Leia, and the boys. 

I placed one of my hands in my pocket and admired the view. I took a sip of my coffee before closing my eyes. I could see you and Leia in the room, singing, and giggling. I smiled. I could feel the warmth against my exposed skin as the warm breeze blew. I was trying to relax my mind. It felt so good to be out here, but being out here meant I was away from you. I took a couple of deep breaths. I felt a hand on my lower back. I opened my eyes and turned around.

“Enjoying the view, Sir?” Phoenix was smiling up at me.

I chuckled and nodded, “It’s beautiful. Peaceful. It’s a great view to wake up to.”

“What are you listening to?” She pulled an earbud from my ear. Her eyes went wide, “You are so cliche, Sir.” She laughed. And left the earbud in her ear. “THE titanic song on a Boat. We better not sink.” She chuckled and rested her hand on my shoulder. 

“This is what y/n and Leia were singing to the boys before we left yesterday afternoon.” I smiled and patted her hand on my shoulder. “Makes me think of them.”

Phoenix gasped, “You are such a romantic, Bradshaw. I swear.” She laughed and we continued to admire the view together. 

I could feel the tenseness within her. So I tried to help. I started to sing goofily to her. 

“Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart does go on.” I put my arm around her and swayed. She started to laugh. “Come on, Nix. Take us home!”

She started to laugh and sing loudly with me, “You’re here, there’s nothing I fear! And I know that my heart will go on! We’ll stay forever this way, you are safe in my heart, and my heart will go on and on!”

We started to laugh and she shook her head. “Thank you for that. I needed that, Bradshaw.” 

I patted her shoulder and pulled her into my side, “Of course. Anything for my Wingman. Now let’s go get our planes and pilots ready. We have our routes in…” I looked at my watch, “4 hours.” I patted her upper back and we were off. 

It was finally time for our routes. The team that launched before us was having a hard time with the wind currents. It made things a little hasty, but it was usually harder to fly in the morning with the morning breeze flying through. I am hoping when mine and Phoenix team gets up there, it won’t be as bad. 

Phantom called over the radios for us to sound off and ready up. “LCDR Bradshaw on catapult one. Up and ready.” I placed your and Leia’s picture on my control panel along with the twins. I placed kisses on each of them. I took a deep breath and blew out 6 breaths before I strapped my mask on. I saluted the flight crew and shot them a hang loose. 

“Send catapult one,” Phantom called over the radio. I took a deep breath in and took off. 

As I ascended, the wind wasn’t bad, I had pretty good control of my aircraft. I could hear Phoenix on the radio. 

“Lt. Trace up and ready, catapult two.” 

“Send catapult two.” Before I knew it phoenix was in the air next to me. I looked over at her and nodded. I motioned for her to continue ahead. Our following 4 planes were launched and met with us. 

“Remember our routes. Lt. Trace and I will take Bobcat. Bobcat you’re gonna be front leader. Assume In trail formation. Lt. Trace and I will be your lower cover. Lt. Trace is your Wingman. I am your cover fire.” 

“Yes, sir.” He flew ahead of us. Phoenix and I dropped below him. 

I relayed to the other team their positions and who would be a front leader. We all went into our routes. 

“Bobcat we are entering the threshold in 3,2,1.” I flipped a couple of of switches on my panel. “Threshold met. Continue forward.”

We flew for 20 minutes. “How are you both doing?” I called over to Bobcat and Phoenix.

In unison, “Fine, sir.”

I nodded. “Good. Continue ahead. Make sure there aren’t any unauthorized boats in this area. There shouldn’t be any at this time.” I looked around as we continued to fly. 

“Sir.” Bobcat called over the radio.

“Go ahead, Bobcat.” 

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your promotion and for being here.”

I chuckled. “Thank you. Don’t get soft on me now, kid.” 

He laughed. “Yes, sir.”

An hour went by, “One more hour before we cross with our tanking aircraft. How are you both doing with fuel?” I continued to scope the waters and the air.”

“Good, sir.”

“I’’m good, Bradshaw.”

“10-4. We are good on fuel and on track.”

A couple of minutes went by and there was a call over the radio for us to meet with the other team. 

“Bradshaw, base.”

“Go ahead, Phantom.”

“You’re needed to meet with the other team.” He gave me their coordinates.

“Yes, sir. On our way.” We broke left and continued west to meet with the other team. 

When we finally met, “Cowboy, what’s the issue?”

“Sir, we saw a bandit in the area. Just scanning, possibly sky cover.”

“Did they give you lock?” I felt my heart rate up.

“No, sir. They flew the opposite direction. But I am not quite sure to do with this situation.”

I sniffed. Thank god they didn’t lock tone. I took a deep breath. “Proceed with caution. If anything happens, I trust that you will revert to your training, Lieutenant.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Phoenix, take Bobcat and Riot with you on our routes.”

“Rooster.”

“I’m going to stay with Cowboy and Clutch.”

“Rooster.” The nervousness in her voice kicked up with the second one.

“That’s an order, Lt. Trace.” She flew up next to me and looked at me.

I shot her a thumbs up. She sighed into the radio. “Yes, Sir.”

Her, Bobcat, and Riot broke right to go back East.

“Cowboy, you’re assuming below flight cover. Clutch, you're my wingman. I’m taking up center forward. Assume in trail formation.”

We continued to fly through our route. We met up with the tanking aircraft and set ourselves up to refuel. After we all completed the refueling process, we continued our routes. We had two more hours left for our rounds. There was nothing in sight. 

I was looking at the picture of You, Leia and the boys. I smiled and then my tone buzzer was going off. “What the hell? Where the fuck is this guy?” I was looking around. “Shit. Cowboy, Clutch. Fly up and cover. I can’t find this guy.”

They came up through the clouds.

“To the north west, coming in hot, sir.” There was shooting. 

“Do not shoot! That is an order, Damn it!”

“Sir, the fire cover is coming from the east! We are surrounded.”

SHIT. “Cowboy, Clutch, break left in 3,2,1. Break left!” They flew left and I started to go after the bandit from the east.

“God, what the fuck do they want?!” 

Phoenix’s breath was unsteady. “Bobcat, Riot, We need to go help them. Send formation west.”

Phantom came onto the radio, “Phoenix, go provide cover.”

“Already on it, sir.” Her heart was pounding. She promised you and Leia she would take care of me… She promised…

“Bradshaw on your left. Two more from the north.” Cowboy and Clutch took down the lone aircraft from the west. I took down the one from the east. Two more were coming from the north. 

“Bradshaw, I’m almost there!” Phoenix yelled over the radio. 

“SHIT. We’re swamped three coming with the two north.” Clutch yelled as he spotted more bandits. 

“Fuck, was there no forewarning? Did no one know or see anything?”

Phantom called over the radio. “They had to have been flying below radar.”

“Bradshaw! Smoke in the air! Coming for you!”

FUCK. I maneuvered the plane and flew up. I deployed my flares. I had 4 more rounds left. I corkscrewed and shot off a missile to take down one of the aircraft. “Shit. Missed!” These gen-5 fighters were no joke. How the fuck did Mav do this shit in a damn F-14.

Phoenix finally caught up with us. “Bradshaw I’m here. Smoke on your right! Break left, I’ll cover you!” 

I broke left and evaded. Phoenix shot a missile and the bandit evaded. “SHIT!”

Our pilots were putting up a fight. We had to dogfight our way out of here. The pilots were doing the best they could. Some of them have never had more than one dogfight in their career. Most of them were fairly new. I couldn’t lose a wingman. I had to make sure everyone made it back. 

“Damn Bradshaw, Is today a bad day or what? This shit never happens.” 

I sighed, “Shit happens. Phoenix, on your left.”

“SIR! I don’t have any flares!” I looked around and watched as Riot was being chased by a bandit. “SIR! He has lock on me!” I flew for him. I was getting Deja Vu. Lord please give me the strength.

I cut the course off between the bandit and Riot. “BREAK RIGHT, RIOT!” I felt the impact against my plane. Sweetheart, please forgive me.

“BRADSHAW NOOOO!” Phoenix’s scream blared through the radio. 

I was falling fast, my plane on fire from the missile's impact. I grasped the pictures and pulled to eject. As I ejected my chute started to deploy. Debris from my plane came flying down at me, “Oh shit.” I braced myself. It hit the chute and pierced it. It came through and cut my shoulder, “SON OF A BITCH!”

I was falling fast. I was holding onto your pictures tight. I love you so much sweetheart, forever. Forgive me. I was falling at an alarming rate. The water was getting closer. I was bracing myself for impact. The emergency chute deployed late. I slammed into the water. Everything went pitch black.

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The Hunt Begins (Ch. 1

Pairings: Hunter x gn! Reader

Summary: An old friend requests your help with some clients of hers, and you're more than happy to oblige... discovering that your goals align more closely than you would have thought.

Warnings: Pirates are cool, botched pirate commands and shit, idk how to sail a boat.

Word count: 3,123

“Hoist the sails, boys, and catch the wind! We'll be hitting land in the near tenday! let's make the trip faster!”

A strong voice, your voice carried out over your ship, your crew, loyal to the bone to you and your word- do all that you say and they raise the sail’s higher, catching the gusts of wind which would push the ship faster.

Reaching the city of Old Ord Mantell would be no issue, the issue was the seas were no longer wild and free under the war between the Separatists and the Republic, it was entirely under the control of the new Empire and the oceans became dangerous… especially for pirates it seemed.

“Captain, there are Imperial ships ahead!” One of your crew shouted, and with a peak through your spyglass you hummed. “And a storm is approaching! Man the cannons and lower the sails, we drift in the storm and we pass by the Imps! nothing will stray our course to Ord!” You shouted, gripping the wheel of your ship.

The storm you had tasted on your tongue had come as quick as you mentioned it, the fog now obscuring your ship from view as the Imperial ships scrambled to avoid rock and certain death. But you had sailed these waters under the guise of fog many times, and soon you had docked at the island of Ord Mantell.

“My crew! stay on the ship and clean it up a little! we must look presentable for our new stowaways!” you exclaimed, hearing the cackles from your crew as you grabbed a rope and swung down to the dock, tossing the rope back up to the ship before adjusting the hat on your head.

“Right then Ciddy, here I come.” You muttered to yourself, walking out of the docks and further into the busy city of Ord Mantell. As you walked you caught stares from the civilians, and in return you gave them snotty looks of your own, one hand resting on the hilt of your sword, which was a beautiful craft of sharp steel, gilded in gold.

You had stolen it from a pirate Captain who was assumed to be dead, and now he really was and his ship became yours, same with the old captains gold and crew and basically everything. Crew’s were always loyal to the money.

Your appearance was always changing, clothes wize anyway, but currently you were wearing a loose white tunic with dirt splotches all over. The tunics shoulders were ripped off, which exposed the skin underneath but you didn’t care for much fabric. Thr tunic was also completely unbuttoned, but tucked into your pants in a way where it only showed the center of your chest instead of the whole thing. On top you also wore a sleeveless black vest that was also tucked into your pants.

Over that you wore a mustard yellow sash which acted like a belt almost if it wasn't for the leather belt you had wrapped around your waist which held your gun holster, and sword sheath. Your pants were a dark brown and very baggy, the lower part of your pants from the knees down being tucked into the tight leather boots you wore.

They were worn with years spent on the sea, leather straps being the only things keeping your boots on your feet. Finally, resting on your forearms were two leather braces which hid a plethora of throwing knives.

And atop your head rested a large pirate hat with a gold chain wrapped around the base, and hanging from the chain was a string of beads with a blue and purple dragon scale hanging from the end. That was probably the item that caught most people's eyes, but you didn’t kill a dragon of course, you did, however, steal it from someone who did.

Eventually your steps carried you to your favorite tavern, Cid’s parlor where she had sent you a letter requesting your assistance, and owing her a small debt you obliged. One step after the other you entered the tavern, scanning around the room before your eyes landed on the older but in no way unfit woman who was cleaning glasses at the bar.

When she spotted you in the doorway she grinned, setting the glass down whilst making her way over to you. “Captain! so good to see you.” Cid exclaimed, but you simply rolled your eyes. “I’m sure it is Ciddarin, now where are these men i’m supposed to harbor from the empire?” You questioned, slowly turning when Cid had pointed to one of the tables behind you.

There stood five men, and one small child whom you offered a smile too before approaching the men with the half skull tattoo, moving onto the man with glasses, who looked nearly identical to the much taller man who stood behind him, eye adorned with a crosshair tattoo, and then you stared at the tallest of the five men, seeing half his skull adorned with what looked like explosions scars, and finally your attention went to the man who stood with surprisingly well built and manufactured metal legs, followed by a metal hand with such intricate craftsmanship that it could move when willed by the man who wore it.

“My my… I know magic exists but your craftsmanship is exquisite… who built you?” Were the first words that you uttered to the five men, you stepped forward to take a closer look, but a hand was quickly placed on your shoulder and you were pushed back. The man with the half skull tattoo and the bandana now in front of you. “He was not built, now Cid tells us you're a Captain… a pirate Captain, but one that can help us, is that true?” he asked, and you stared down at him.

You were taller than him by a few inches, which sparked a bit of annoyance in his facial features from what you could tell, but you didn’t really mind that. Instead, you went right to the thought about payment.

“That depends…” You trailed off, looking at the five men, and then down at the young girl. “I need a few things in return… one, can you pay me. Two, can you provide your friends large muscles and clear explosive expertise to me and my crew? the oceans are ever so dangerous now, and having someone to deal with my new cannons could be such a big aid.” You expressed, locking eyes with the man in front of you.

He stared at you for a few moments, as if he didn’t want to risk tearing his eyes off you, but regardless of that he turned to look at the large man, who nodded. “We can lend you all our skills, if you help us find our ship The Marauder, and the pirates who stole it.” The man bargained, extending his hand to shake yours.

You hummed, no gold but some exceptional help instead? “Alright… I'd be tempted… who’s the pirate and ship you're going after?” You asked, hands still firmly planted on your hips as you waited for an answer.

“Captain Redler… of the Re-”

“The Red Death? You want me to risk mind, limb and crew for your ship and go after The Red Death?” You exclaimed, taking a step back with a shocked look on your face, before it quickly dissipated and you grinned instead, taking two steps forward as you grasped his hand, shaking it almost excitedly.

“You’ve got a deal sir, welcome to the Death’s Call.” You welcomed, seeing the looks of surprise on the men's faces.

“I’ve been hunting that ship for years, Captain Red stole my mothers life, and my dignity. there's no honor in killing a mother.” You explained, releasing the man's hand as you gestured for Cid to pour some drinks. “Some introductions are in order i think? my name is Y/n, but you all may call me Captain or Cap, for now anyway.” You winked at the man with the half skull tattoo, pulling up a stool at their table as Cid brought drinks over.

“okay… well Im Hunter and these are my brothers Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker and Echo. and This young girl is our sister, Omega.” He introduced, pointing to each person as he did so. “Tech and Crosshair, you are twins i assume?” You asked, and they nodded. You then looked at Echo, offering him a smile.

“apologies for my bold words earlier, but it’s been so long since i’ve seen such fine metal work like that before.” You explained, pulling off one of your gloved bracers to reveal your own metal arm, with the same kind of intricate nerve work that Echo had.

“Got this on Skako Minor a long time ago.” You stated before putting the gloved bracer back on. You noticed the wide eyes from Echo, but he said nothing so you carried on, now looking at Wrecker.

“Can you handle explosives, big guy?” You asked, seeing him grin and nod. “Hell yeah i can! just you wait!” He exclaimed, making you laugh before you looked down at the young girl. “And what can you do lass?” You asked, lifting your hat up with one hand as you ran the other through your hair before planting your hat on your head once more, still smiling at the girl.

“I can do a little bit of everything, but maps and puzzles are my specialty.” She stated, making you grin even wider. “You’ll make a perfect treasure hunter then. A liberator of ancient wonders as my dear sister would say.” You grinned. “She’s adopted but don’t tell her that.” You added, winking at the girl.

“You leaned back, looking at Hunter now as you sipped from the glass in front of you. “I will have my crew set up six extra bunks for you all, and after a much needed supply run we will leave tomorrow evening, thats when we can get out of harbor the easiest. Then we plan our routes and set a course for The Red Death.” You stated, seeing the man nod. “sounds good to us.” He replied, and you raised your glass in the air.

“To new friendships then! and to what awaits us at Death's Call” You offered as a toast, seeing the men hesitate for a moment before slowly raising their glasses as well.

“To new friendships!” Wrecker exclaimed, clinking his glass against yours before downing all the liquid that rested inside it.

You grinned and leaned back, nodding to Cid who was at the bar, silently asking for another round. As you drank and talked with these men, you couldn't help but wonder…

Maybe these were the men you needed, the crew that was written in parchment by the witch herself who cursed you to forever search and hunt the Red Death would be these men…

The men you would kill Captain Red with, and take his ship as your own…

You couldn’t help the smile creep up your face as hope shimmered in your eyes, you could finally free yourself… freedom that was well deserved.

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When dawn came around the next morning you found yourself in your own bed, with no memory of how you got there you slowly pushed yourself up, rubbing your face in your hands. “Ugh..” You murmured to yourself, pushing the blankets aside, rising to your feet shortly after. You were still fully clothed so nothing scandalous had happened, not like you were celibut or anything, but you didn’t want to risk any nasty diseases, especially as a pirate whose health was already at risk.

You weren’t called Captain Y/n the Clean killer for no reason. You kept yourself clean, and you were a killer… all worked out for you though, for the most part anyway.

Regardless you tidied yourself up before making your way up the stairs and to the top deck, where your men were already working away and preparing the ship for departure for when you got more supplies and rations for the long and dangerous trip.

You saluted a few men as you walked towards your right hand, your adopted sister Phee, who looked at you with a grin. “I don't think our stowaways have been in comfortable cots, they're still asleep.” She chuckled, making you smile.

“Well their sergeant Hunter is coming with me for the supplies. Can you gather half the gold and send Bast to wake them? No one sleeps in on The Death's Call, nobody but the young kid anyway.” You stated, and Phee nodded, sending Bast to wake the bad batch, which you had remembered them to be called.

Phee eventually returned with your larger pouch of gold which you slung over your back, and no later the Bad batch was standing in front of you, waiting for instructions. “Sergeant Hunter, will you and Wrecker accompany me during the supply run? Some strong arms would be greatly appreciated for all the mouths we have to feed.” You requested, and Hunter nodded.

“Of course, you're helping us so we will help you any way we can.” He started, taking a step closer with Wrecker right behind him. You turned to your sister, smiling. “Get the Ship prepared to leave when we arrive back. Have our new additions clean what you think needs to be cleaned. And as for the child? She can try and beat Ringus And Plim in Sabaak, I want to see how good her strategy is when I come back… have them bet from my stash too.” You ordered, and started walking off the ship and back towards the docks.

You loomed back to make sure Hunter and Wrecker were following you, and when they were you led them back into town and to the marketplace, heading to your usual vendor where you got double the supplies than normal. As everything was being processed, you turned to Hunter.

“So, what brings you all here? Your obvious uniforms scream Republic so… you're obviously soldiers. But why aren't you part of the Empire?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared expectantly.

Hunter pursed his lips for a moment before sighing. “We uh- we've never been a team that followed orders, and after a lot of our friends got killed, we definitely wouldn't be following the Empire's orders. So we deserted and ended up working for Cid, but then our ship got stolen and Cid told us she had a friend with a big ship and crew with a history to the Red Death, so here we are.” He explained, and you hummed, giving him a look from head to toe Before turning to the salesman.

“Thanks Drummond, say hi to the wife for me yea?” You asked, gesturing for Wrecker to grab the large bags of food so he could put them in the handy little wagon you had for supply runs.

You didn't ask many more questions after that, but you and Wrecker grew comfortable around each other quite quickly, and so in return Hunter also grew comfortable, and started making small chatter with you as you continued the supply run, asking about some of your more famous stories and adventures.

“Most of them are very exaggerated, but there are some stories that are favorites of mine, ones that I've told that are all true. Like the story of the Lovers lockets… legend says that two lovers, two women specifically, were blessed by the goddess of love. However one terrible night, the god of war grew jealous of the attention these women were attracting. So he came down to them in their slumber and stole one of the women away forever.”

You paused, sucking in a breath before continuing.

“It is said that the God left behind two lockets, and the second woman held onto them for centuries, hoping that one day under the light of the moon her lover would come back. The God then came that very night, and gave her two options. One was she could be reunited with her lover, but be forced to endless torture by seeing her lover get loved by him, or she could take the two lockets and make the desolate and dangerous journey to the gods domain to free her lover.”

You paused again, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, talking with another sailsman before turning to Hunter. “She of course chose the latter option, and made the dangerous journey to free her lover. But along the way the god sabotaged her, and tore the lockets from her grasp, shattering them into pieces before casting her into the everburning flames… anyway the legends say that the lovers souls put the pieces of the lockets back together, but they were cast to the edges of the world, never to be touched or worn by lovers again…”

You let out a soft chuckle, reaching from around your neck where you revealed one of the lockets. “I found them, and I reunited them. But Captain Red stole the second from me. The bastard… so every day I stare at this locket, and I just make myself more determined to find the bastard.” You huffed, loading the last of the supplies into the cart with Wreckers help.

“That's definitely one interesting story.” Hunter replied, and you grinned at him. “Of course it is! But some of the best stories are often the truest.” You replied, and gestured For the two men to follow, making their way back to your ship.

Your crew helped offload all the supplies while you brought Hunter and Wrecker to your office where a large map was spread across a table. You asked Phee to get the other brothers, pulling up your chair at the table. “This… this is where we begin.” You explained, eyeing the three other brothers as they walked in, flanked closely by Omega.

“There will be many challenges ahead. But I have faith that no matter what trial we have to face, we will beat it.” You stated, turning to Omega. “Did you enjoy the games I set up for you little one?” You asked her, kneeling down to her level as she beamed at you before revealing all the gold that you had allotted your men to bet with. You laughed, ruffling the girl's hair. “You can keep it.” You said, glancing at Hunter as you noticed his widened eyes.

“take it as a… gift of good will.” You told him, grabbing a dagger from your belt as you stuck it in a certain area on your map. “Here is where I last saw The Red Death… and so there is where we must begin.”

[mjoffic]

red velvet cake p2 - bf!eddie munson x fem!reader x brother!steve harrington

Summary: You’re discovering limits, and it’s refreshing.  However Eddie and Steve try to figure out what will result in your forgiveness

Warnings: swearing, smoking, tense situations, angst, brother/sister issues, couple issues, let me know if I leave anything out!

Word count: 3.6k

a/n: ITS HERE!  It’s finally here!  Thank you all so much for the love on the first piece, it honestly made my heart grow three times its size!  I hope y’all enjoy this and please, if theres anything y’all would like to see, maybe more olderbrother!steve vs bf!eddie???? MAYBE?  Please let me know!

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              Week one was the hardest week. 

 Hell, the first two days were the hardest if anything.  But week one almost broke you, almost made you cave in.  On the account of having to see Steve every day at home and Eddie every day at school (not to mention everyone else who also witnessed what happened also attending the same school) there was a constant feeling of eyes on you and it felt like drowning.  It was like being out in the middle of Lovers Lake, no boat, no floatation devices, the cold water you were used to every summer stinging instead of relieving the aches in your body.  The water filling your mouth, your lungs, and you stretched your arms as far up as possible as your hands grasped around the liquid.  You were suffocating.

The times you almost gave in to temptation were hard, and left not only you feeling down and out but leaving the boys confused and unsure.  You typically weren’t one to hold grudges, not one to let things continue to build and build, you always wanted things to be resolved in a timely manner.  You knew that that’s what Steve and Eddie would be anticipating.  They were waiting for your return to them and for everything to blow over oh so easy.  That wasn’t the case this time, it couldn’t be.  One night of promised compromise was destroyed as was the cake you had prepped so eagerly.  Not even the red velvet cake could solve all your issues.

Steve almost had you one night when he had knocked on your bedroom door and didn’t wait for an answer.

“Hey, kiddo,” he had said.

You couldn’t help but look at him and this is where he thought he had you.

“I wanted to really apologize for the other night at the party,” he said, you keeping your eyes locked despite how badly you wanted to look away.  “I shouldn’t have done the things I did.”

You blinked a few times in response, your mind raveling around the apology (and honestly a kinda shit one at that).  He didn’t say anything else and just watched you.  He gestured with his hands, a kind of ‘well?’, and raised an eyebrow.  You took a deep breath before leaning over to your bedside table and grabbing your Walkman off it.  When you began to slide the headphones on Steve did a double take.  No reaction?  No comment, from you? 

“Y/n, come on.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, making a confused face and taping your headphones.  Steve crossed his arms and practically stomped his foot in frustration.  “You don’t even have a tape in it!”

Leaning back against your headboard, you tapped your foot despite being able to hear everything Steve continued to say.  His endless rant, many a throwing dramatically of the arms.  Yet you held your own and stared up at the ceiling in your own little world.  Ignoring your brother came second nature so even though you were faced with the situation at hand, it wasn’t so hard to look past him.  Eddie was a whole other store, however.

You’d beat him by grabbing out your bike and leaving earlier than planned for school.  Eddie was typically your ride and when he had shown up to you not at home to Steve telling him you had already left, he floored it.  In the same time you had locked your bike up on the racks, Eddie was peeling into the parking lot, the van looking as if it could tumble over at any second.  You quickly gathered your things and made a beeline for your locker as Eddie stumbled out of the van and shouted after you, which caused Dustin and Mike who were following behind to watch in interest.

“Ten bucks says she talks to him,” Mike said.

“Fifteen says she doesn’t,” Dustin replied.

The boys shook on it and followed in behind Eddie who had squeezed his way through any and every one to catch up to you.  Your locker door hid your face from view but that didn’t stop him from pulling it back further and grinning his cheese of a smile at you.  “Hey, sweetheart.”

In the same fashion as your brother, you looked to him and blinked a few times as your only response.  You never left eye contact as your muscle memory pulled out which notebooks and textbooks required for the first half of the day.  Dustin and Mike watched from a slight distance behind Eddie with eyes locked directly on your face.

“Listen,” Eddie started, leaning against the cold metal.  “I wanted to make up for the party, take you out tonight.  We can go to Benny’s, get your favorite, then I figured we could rent a movie and go back to mine.  Plus Wayne said you could stay the night if you want, since he’ll be working.”

The look you responded with almost sent him back.  Essentially the pure look of disbelief at what you assumed was supposed to be an apology but he left out the biggest piece: the fucking apology.  With another deep breath at his actions, you slammed your locker shut and brushed past him as the bell signaled first period.  Eddie stared after you, face confused and Mike groaned.  Dustin smiled brightly and nudged Mike on his shoulder.

“You owe me fifteen bucks!”

 ●          ●          ●          ●         

 Week two came a little easier but still with its challenges. 

 Steve continued to barge his way into your room and talk about any and everything to grab your attention.  How insane the weekend rush had been at Family Video, how he had attempted to let Robin drive his car – which he might add they did not crash into anything or take out a pedestrian or cyclist – and it was the most terrifying moment in his early adult life, how your parents were going another weekend trip.  At the end of it, it truly wasn’t anything new or anything exciting to expect.  This was his attempt at getting back inside your head and his attempt to break your silence.

You’d never gone this long without talking even though most of your conversations were arguing and bickering.  Not having you tell him to shut up or acknowledging his existence was beginning to become something he wouldn’t be able to look past.  Nancy and Robin had started to notice as well. 

When they had invited you for movie night and you showed up, Steve was there sitting on the couch with a Coke in hand and as if nothing had happened.  He smiled at you and waved shortly which prompted you to look at the others in disbelief and turn around, stomping out and slamming the door behind you.  Nancy rushed out behind you.  “Wait!  Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here!” you snapped.

Nancy rushed down the walkway and grabbed your arm.  “This could be good, this could be fun!”

You whirled around sending Nancy back a step and glared.  “Fun?  Fun?!  Nancy, the bastard smiled at me!  Smiled!  After everything that happened with him and Eddie and I’m just supposed to turn a blind eye?”

She remained quiet, eyes sad and she crossed her arms softly.  You sighed.

“This isn’t against you, Nance… but I just can’t deal with either of them right now.  I wanted it to work out, they didn’t.  I deserve my space.”

Nancy nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving your face.  “If you need anything just call me, okay?  You’re not in this alone just because those two decided to be idiots.”

A twitch of smile crept on your lips and you nodded before walking down the rest of the way and making your retreat home.  When Nancy had returned inside without you, she pulled the “she wasn’t feeling well” card and everyone knew the real reason.  Steve leaned his head in his hand and sunk as far as he could into the couch.  Oh, how he could hope that Eddie was getting the same cold shoulder he was.

With that thought Eddie sat outside of the Harrington house, his own head resting in his hand.  No one had answered the door when he knocked (pounded) on the door and even calling before he left the trailer didn’t end in victory either.  He, too, like his comrade in this fiasco, could only hope Steve was getting the cold shoulder.  Eddie had actually stepped back and given you some time to breathe, four days was definitely enough, right? 

Never ending were the notes in your locker, the flowers left at your windowsill, he even made the attempt to talk to your father which promptly ended with a door in his face and your father making yet another rant about “better boys” you could date.  The thought of your father giving you dating advice almost caused the bile from the other day to return.  Eddie even climbed up on the lunch table a week and half after you had stopped talking to him and yelled an apology in front of the entire student body.  Your heart clenched and hot tears brimmed your waterlines.  All eyes on you and the sudden twist in your stomach sent you swiftly making an exit and leaving Eddie with shoulders slumped in the middle of the lunchroom.  He was hoping that maybe it had just been too much, you weren’t typically one for huge public displays of affection.  When he ran through the doors and out into the hallway, expecting to see you waiting for him, you had already gone and made a beeline out the end of corridor exit.

Currently feeling equal to the idiot he felt like in the cafeteria, he stood up, rustling his pocket for his keys when he heard the familiar clank of metal off by the garage.  He glanced in the direction to spot you standing there, wiping your hands on your jeans.  Your eyes looked up as you began to head for the front door when you caught Eddie staring back at you.  Brown, doe eyes that would pierce your soul every time you looked, your own getting lost in them for days, searched your face and you mustered up everything in you.

Holding your breath, you rushed up the stairs with your house keys in hand as you tried to get the door unlocked quickly all the while Eddie was stumbling over his words.

“Honey, listen I just – I want to talk.  I know you’re upset an-and I know you’re not happy with me right now, not with Steve either, but th-that’s not the point.  The point is-“

“The point is, Eddie,” you breathed, looking to him.  “Neither of you realize how bad that was.  It was awful, not just for me, but everyone.”

Eddie’s breath caught.  At least you were talking to him.

“I can’t tell you how to fix it because, if I’m honest,” you frowned.  “I don’t know if I want it fixed.”

That was a punch in the gut.  His lip trembled ever so much and he shook his head.  “You don’t mean that.”

A click was heard from your lock and you pushed the door open, without so much of a glance back you muttered out.  “I do.”

The door closed behind you and Eddie grabbed up his hair in frustration.  Only one tactic left in the book.

 ●          ●          ●          ●

 “I think it’s a great idea,” Robin shrugged.  “If you two could actually get along for two seconds.”

She yanked the VHS tapes from between the two bickering fools, not willing to have any fumbles with the store product come out of her paycheck. 

“See?  Buckley supports it,” Eddie said, waving his hand towards her.

“I’m not involved in this.”

“Robin doesn’t even know what she’s talking about half of the time,” Steve quipped, causing her to turn back around quickly and purse her lips.  “Okay, I’m involved in this.”

“Well we have to do something,” Eddie said.  “You may get to never lose her cause she’s your sister, but if we don’t fix this, I don’t have ANY chance of winning her back.”

Robin nodded.  “And she’ll hate your guts forever.”

Steve turned his gaze to her, a slanted stare to his face.  “Seriously?”

Slapping her hands against the counter Robin looked Steve directly in his face.  “Seriously.  You both want to fix how she feels, right?”

“Right,” both boys responded.

“And you want to smooth things over so this doesn’t happen again, right?”

They gave each other a glance, looking each other up and down, before back to Robin.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I guess.”

“Perfect!  Then what can you do as a team to fix it?”

Radio silence.  Eddie and Steve looked between each other, waiting for the other to come up with something.  Robin stared at them both before raising her arms in the air and groaning loudly.  “Must I come up with everything!  Ugh, no wonder she doesn’t wanna talk to either of you!”

They both frowned at her before she continued.  “Look, dweebs, I know theres at least a brain cell per each of you.  Put them both together and think!  What did you mess up exactly at the party?”

A collective groan sounded from each boy.  The last thing either of them wanted to do was remember the party, how one thing led to another, and you crying and storming out of the Wheeler house.  The food Nancy had prepared was everywhere.  Soda had soaked into some of the living room carpet and caused the kitchen tile to become sticky with every step you took; you were washing Coke out of places you didn’t know Coke could go.  Mrs. Wheeler and Mr. Wheeler almost lost it when they had returned home to find everyone cleaning up the mess, to which elected them to declare no hangout sessions for a month at their home. 

Steve could remember washing heaps of icing out of his hair, Eddie had pulled cake crumbs from his boxer briefs and –

“That’s it!” they both shouted.  With a quick glance to one another, the two boys rushed out the door. 

Robin watched them nearly topple over each other and she sighed.  “You’re welcome!”

 ●          ●          ●          ●

 “Behave for your brother, please.  And do find something to entertain yourself.  You’ve been… well, sad for the last few weeks.  It really dampens the mood.”

You pressed your lips into a thin smile and breathed heavily through your nostrils.  “Sure, mom.  Thanks.”

“Oh, and Steve was cooking I think in the kitchen,” your dad spoke up.  “Just make sure he doesn’t burn the place down.”

That was a new one for Steve, but happily another place to avoid him.

Your mother grabbed up your purse and your dad shuffled two bags out the front door and you watched them climb into the sedan, waving partially as they pulled out of the drive.  Watching them go, your smile faltered and you slammed the door shut behind you.  Another weekend stuck at home with your persistent and obnoxious brother, another weekend locked away in your room.

Finding solitude in being alone was beginning to become comfortable and you found enjoyment in reconnecting with the little things while still pushing out the thought of the two morons who ruined everything.  You’d already got a head start on the summer reading list for ISU, not entirely necessary, but found your time well taken up with finishing each book.  Rearranging your room brought a new look to your mundane every day and just like everything else, pushed every single thought into the back of your mind.  Things were normal, peaceful, things were quiet and –

“Y/n!”

You yelped at the loud rap against the bedroom door and felt every nerve ending light up like a Christmas tree.  Your face burned red and you groaned.  “Go away, Steve!”

            The knocking against the door continued, no pauses, no hesitation.  A persistent strain of knocking that was soon giving you a headache.  Pulling your hair up, ready to knock your brother into a different dimension, you yelled as you approached the shaking white frame. 

            “Steven Harrington, if you don’t stop bashing your fists onto my door I swear to God I’ll-“

            You stopped as soon as you had full view with the door open, not only Steve staring back at you but Eddie just an inch behind him.  Your chest tightened, panic setting in, before you cleared your throat and crossed your arms, a sign of defiance.  “What are you doing here?  And with my brother?  Don’t you hate each other?”

            Eddie scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking between you and Steve.  “Hate is a strong word.  Maybe, I dunno, strongly dislike on occasion.”

            “Exactly,” Steve agreed, his arms crossed back in a mockingish way.  “Strongly dislike.”

            Your eyebrows bunched together and you grimaced slightly.  “This is weird.  What did you do?”

            The older boys glanced between each other and Eddie held his hand out.  “We can show you.”

            Hesitating.  They could see it all over your face, your body language.  You were nervous and unwilling to trust them.  That wouldn’t stop Eddie.  He nudged Steve and your brother nodded, before offering his own hand.  “Please, sis.”

            Sis.  Never in your eighteen years had Steve once called you anything but your name, or some word of insult during one of your regularly scheduled fights.  Despite how much you wanted to pull away, to ignore them still and continue on with no focus on either of them, you offered each one a hand.  The grins on their faces made your stomach flutter not only in nerves but in relief.  What could they have possibly done, together at that, to make up to you what they had done?  There’s no way they shared enough braincells to figure out something on their own.

            Steve led you down the steps carefully, Eddie trailing behind you.  He had one hand in yours and the other was ghosting against your lower back as a guide.  He didn’t want to push you too far, but it was a sign he was ready, once more, to catch you if you fall.

            “Alright, big guy, you know what to do.”

            You raised an eyebrow at Steve before Eddie slipped his hands over your eyes and you squeezed your brothers hand hard in yours.  “What are you doing?”

            “Just trust us,” Eddie murmured next to your ear, causing chills to race down your spine.

            “We gotcha,” Steve added and grabbed your other free hand now, leading you along.

            You could tell by the sound of your footsteps that you had changed from the plush of the living carpet to the cool sensation of tiled kitchen floors.  There were a mix of smells, ranging from sweet to burnt, and when you stepped in a puddle on the floor you gripped Steve’s hands hard.  You heard him let out a soft ‘ow’.  “Sorry, I’m just stepping in things I can’t see and it’s kinda freaking me out.”

            “It’s fine, it’s all good,” Steve said.  “Are you ready?”

            “Ready?” you said, but it came out more in a questioning tone.

            “3, 2, 1,” Eddie counted down and you blinked softly at the light now drowning your line of sight.  You glanced around the kitchen, noticing the sink full of dishes, splatters of what you assumed was milk and water strewn on the counters, and a carton of eggs sitting half open with the cracked few that were used lying next to it.  Your eyes trailed the mess, another snippy comment ready to present, when your eyes landed on it.  In front of you was a three layer red velvet cake, with cream cheese icing.

            Sprawled in hasty letters across the top wrote out “We’re Sorry”.  You couldn’t remove your gaze from the dessert in front of you and your cheeks began to burn.  The icing wasn’t as thick as yours, dripping down the sides and onto the plate and seeping onto the counter.  The layers were off centered and a chunk from the back of the cake was already gone with no doubt one of the two attempted a slice for good measure.

            “We know it’s not as good as yours,” Steve started.

            “Definitely not as good,” Eddie added.

            “But,” Steve sighed.  “We really fucked up.  You’re probably still upset but we couldn’t think of what else to do, if I’m honest.”

            You dragged a finger along the icing of the cake, both boys watching intently.

            “Nancy gave us some instructions and we tried to make it as perfect as yours,” Eddie said.

            “Which again, doesn’t even come close,” Steve responded.

            “But we love you, Y/n,” Eddie chimed, coming around slightly to get a look at your expression.  “We love you, we’re idiots, and we’re so, so sorry, sweetheart.”

            Steve nodded, coming around at your other side.  “Could you find it to forgive us?  And we’re going to work on our relationship.”

            “We are?”

            A loud thump to Eddie’s head and he winced.  “Yeah, yeah, we are.  Promise, angel.”

            Bringing the swipe of icing to your mouth, you sucked the contents off slowly.  Steve waited patiently, Eddie couldn’t stop watching the way your mouth worked.  Once you had finished trying the icing, you took a deep breath and a smile lit up your face.  “Definitely not as good as mine.  Want me to make you both one?”

            They stared wide eye, their own smiles creeping up and you turned to face them, your arms now crossed in a sense of comfort as you could finally breathe again. 

            “Apology accepted.”

[nogoodninny]

Okay! Character Analysis Time!

So we all love the whole lesbian couple meant to mirror the main characters trope

But it goes more in depth

Okay, so let’s start with

Anne Bonny was the illegitimate daughter of a servant woman and the lawyer she worked for. Lawyer man’s wife was ill and moved away, and He started the affair which resulted in a baby.

The lawyer in question decided to tell everyone Anne was legitimate, and they moved to London where Anne became “Andy” and was raised as a boy to be a lawyer clerk or something

His wife continued to pay an allowance to take care of the baby. but when she found out he’d taken Anne and was raising him as Andy, she stopped paying him, meaning he’d have to fend for himself.

Once again the family had to move, this time they wanted to blend in more. Dad tried to set up as a Lawyer but wasn’t nearly as successful as before, but he eventually was able to finance a fancy place to live. Anyway, Mum died when she was like, 12.

She had some anger issues and apparently she ended up stabbing some chick.

Anyways I’m comes James Bonny, who was after daddy’s money, wooed young Anne and they got married

Dad didn’t like James and was like Fuck You James, and disowned Anne.

Anyway, legend has it that Anne got mad and burned down Dad’s estate. Which isn’t a proven thing, but I find it funny because she burns down the antique shop in the show, and in both cases she did out of love (sorta)

Anyway they ended up on Nassau and that’s where she met John Rackham (Calico Jack). James turned snitch which Anne didn’t like so she’s like Fuck You, imma be a pirate. So she ran off with Jack, and not too long after she met Mary

Who was also disguised as a man btw. Both of them were raised as a boy at some point in their childhood, so they had that in common.

Anyway. “Andy” thought “Mark” was super cute, so she went to him and is all, Hey, you’re cute, did you know I’m actually a girl. And “Mark,” was all like “no way! Me too!”

So yeah. Jack caught on to the whole thing and was all I think you’re having an affair with Mark, so Imma kill him. and Anne was like, look Babe, Mark is actually a girl! So you don’t have to kill anyone!

and Jack’s like, oh ok, good point! No reason to be jealous than!

Ok, so Mary Read!

Mary Read was also an illegitimate child! Her mum was married to a fancy sailor who got lost at sea! He was the father of Mary’s half brother what’s his name. So grandma began giving Mum some money to help with her grandson.

Mary’s Mum gets pregnant! Surprise! And it’s not from sailor man cause he’s probably dead. And then What’s His Name dies! Not soon after her half brother dies, Mary is born, and scared and ashamed, Mum decides to pretend that Mary is what’s his name. Plus this way Grandma still pays. Child support, and since she’s old and grandma like, she is fooled.

Anyway, Mary spent most of her life dressed as a man. She joins the military because she is awesome and an amazing fighter, she is very successful. Then she meets this Flemish dude and falls in love and they get married.

She actually opens and runs an inn while they were married, called the Three Horse Shoes or something like that. But in some other language. Probably Dutch cause it was the Netherlands. This isn’t important, but I thought I’d mention it for obvious reasons

So Flemish guy dies and she’s like, where, time to join the Military again, dressed as a dude pretending her name was Mark.

She got bored of the military and decided to move to the West Indies for some reason. So she got on a boat that was boarded by pirates. And she’s like, yeah. I could be a pirate.

Anyways after a King’s Pardon and a mutiny, and shit, she ended up joining up with Calico Jack and Anne Bonny.

There she remained until they were caught and sentenced to execution.

Anyway, Anne and Mary were all like, you can’t kill us because we’re pregnant, you can’t kill a pregnant lady, that’s like murdering a baby or something, this is called pleading the belly btw

And they were like, yeah okay, we can just kill you after you have the babies or something,

So they both ended up with stays of execution and Mary ended up getting sick and dying in prison.

Now there are so many parallels between all four characters I could write an essay on it. Unfortunately, I don’t really want too

[lxvejohnny]

The endless beginning

part three

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find part one here and part two here. enjoy!

By the time Amelie and Ethan made it to her apartment, Tara, Mindy, Chad, and Anika were already inside. After hearing the door open again, Tara figured it would be Amelie and decided she should probably go talk to her about the conversation they had outside the party. She enters the living room and calls out Amelie’s name when she sees her take her shoes off at the front door. Amelie’s head perks up when she hears Tara call her name and understands it’s more than likely to talk about earlier.

The two girls make their way to the kitchen and Ethan decides to sit on the chair in front of the front door, joining Mindy and Anika.

“I am so sorry-”

“Look, I’m sorry for-“

The two girls started at the same time and begin letting out small laughs. Tara nods at Amelie to go first.

“I’m sorry for whatever I said back there, I get where you are coming from, just trying to move on and all and I’m here just teaming up with Sam which I am sure did not help whatsoever,” Amelie shakes her head and speaks to Tara sincerely. She was angry, yes, but she also shouldn’t have jumped the boat and get mad at Tara like she did.

“No, no, no, don’t apologize, Amie, I should not have said what I did back there,” Tara says and puts her hands on either side of Amelie’s arms. “We all went through tough shit, but I cannot say anything about how you are feeling because what you went through was worse than what anyone of us did.”

Amelie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, yeah what she experienced was bad, but Tara can’t just say she had it less than what Amelie did. “No, Tara, look. We both went through awful stuff, and we shouldn’t compare, really.”

“You guys are my family, really. Since my, uh, my dad-“ She pauses and swallows the lump in her throat before continuing. “Died. My mom just kind of wants nothing to do with me as much as she used to. Well, she didn’t much anyway which is why I was living with my dad but, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Tara replies nodding her head. “I’m just sorry- still. You are my family, too and I love you and I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you,” Amelie chuckles. “I love you, too.”

The two girls hug for a minute before releasing. Tara’s hands remain on Amelie’s arms as she lowers her voice. “Chad and I had a moment before you came here.”

“I knew it!” Amelie’s eyes widen as a smile creep up onto her face. “I figured there was something going on between you two.”

Tara shushes her but can’t contain the grin on her face as she smiles back at the brunette in front of her. Tara’s eyes look out the kitchen to peer into the living room where Ethan is sitting and looks back at Amelie with her eyebrows raised. Amelie can tell what Tara was wanting to say, but instead brought up Dean. "So, that guy you had a steamy makeout with?"

Amelie blushed at the mention of being caught making out with the guy, about to fill her in about Dean before they got interrupted by Chad who told them to come into the living room. Tara looks at Amelie again, “we will continue this later.”

Amelie nods and smiles before heading to the chair Ethan was sitting on and places herself on the arm of the single chair. The left side of her body touching Ethan at every move she makes.

Sam walks in shortly after with their neighbour from across the hall, recognizing him from whenever she would catch Sam looking at him shirtless through the window.

“Cute boy, nice,” Quinn comments with a smile when she sees the boy behind Sam.

Suddenly everyone in the room quiets down as they invest to the news that is on the TV. A reporter looks to be at a crime scene where he talks about two bodies, by the names of Jason and Greg, that were found dead in their apartment. Amelie stiffens as the reporter continues. This felt familiar, all too familiar for her and she hated it.

“Holy shit, that’s that chode from our film studies class. The one obsessed with Argento,” Mindy gasps when the reporter said the names of the bodies. Amelie remembers him now; Jason was the guy who stopped Tara and her when they were on the way to the party to ask if Sam was going.

She zoned back into the reporter to hear him start talking about how Jason and Greg collected various Ghostface costumes in their apartment. She felt her throat seize and her hands start to tremble. No, God please no, not again.

“Oh, my god,” Amelie says out of breath, though she hasn’t moved she feels as though the wind has been completely knocked out of her. She turns to look at the sisters beside her and they share a look, they all had the same feeling that it is starting again.

“Pack a bag, we leave in ten,” Sam says as she rushes to the kitchen. “You too, Amelie.”

“Sam! Wait, Sam!” Tara calls out to her as she rises from her seat. Amelie gets up but doesn’t make any moves to advance. Ethan sits up straighter in his chair and watches as Amelie’s mood plumets again for the fourth time this evening. He quickly glances to the couch where Quinn sits, and she gives him a pointed look ever so subtly. And so it begins, he thinks. But God, did he ever hate how scared it was making Amelie.

“We are getting out of the city,” Sam says from the kitchen. Amelie can hear shuffling from the living room and sighs heavily before running her hand through her hair.

“What?” Danny calls quizzically as he also hears Sam’s plan on leaving. He was beyond lost and Amelie could tell he had no clue what was happening or why the tension in the air became so thick.

“Thank you very much suspicious new guy, but I think we got it from here. Goodnight, get home safe, go, go, go, go,” Chad took his que and began shooing Danny out of the apartment. He closes the door and makes sure to lock it.

“Sam! Sam!” Tara calls out to Sam. It seems as if Sam as also gone tunnel vision, focusing on browsing a weapon and getting the hell out of their apartment as fast as she could go.

“Hold on,” Sam says as she picks a knife and walks back to the living room.

“Woah, woah, Sam” Amelie finally sees the knife in Sam’s hand and advances towards her to put the sharp object down.

“Wait, let’s talk about this for a second because this-this might not have anything to do with us,” Tara tries again to try and reason with Sam before she continues to panic.

“Are you serious?” Sam replies incredulously.

“It’s a big city! It’s Halloween, everybody is wearing masks!” Tara tries to rationalize with Sam. She made a big deal earlier that night about not wanting to dwell on that past, on Ghostface, and then suddenly a murder is committed on students who had a ghost face shrine. Is it suspicious that the mask has had relevancy in the crime? Yes. But could it just be a massive coincidence? Absolutely.

“Tara, Tara, this isn’t a coincidence. You knew him,” Almost as if she read Tara’s mind.

“Barely,” Tara replies weakly.

“Chad, Mindy, Amie, back me up,” Sam needs reassurance. She is so certain that this is happening again and she doesn’t want to feel crazy for being the only one to think so.

“I mean it is a little bit-“ Chad begins with a pained look on his face.  

“Close to home,” Mindy finishes for Chad and puts another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Sam nods in relief and looks towards the short girl who hasn’t said anything yet. “Amelie?”

She looks at Sam and then Tara and then the Twins. Tara is not going to like this, but she can’t help the sinking feeling in her gut at this whole situation. So, with a grimace she agrees. “It does feel all too familiar, Tara.”

“See?”

“Well, Quinn! Your dad’s a cop, right? Can you call him and find out what’s going on?” She says looking at their red-headed roommate before turning back to Sam “Before you make the Unilateral decision to abandon our college education-“ Tara gestures with her hand between herself and Amelie ”-and flee the fucking state.”

“I’m calling him now,” Quinn pipes up with her phone already to her ear.

“Thank you,“ Tara sighs.

Suddenly Sam’s phone starts ringing and the group of friends all jump, looking towards the noise. Sam slowly advances to it with Tara and Amelie hot on her tail.

“Who is it?” Tara asks when she sees Sam peer down at her phone on the table. Amelie glances and sees Gale’s name on the screen before rushing to try and pick it up herself “Hey! You should answer-“  

Before she gets the chance to swipe the phone Sam declines the call. She looks at Sam incredulously, “What the hell? You should have answered it.”

“No, Amie, we cannot talk to her. Especially right now, actually,” Sam shakes her head. It felt like Sam was Amelie’s older sister, being scolded and told not to do stuff. She understands why she doesn’t want any of them talking to Gale since she did write about them in her new book, as usual, but it was Gale. Her dad’s Gale. As Amelie was about to fight back, her phone began ringing in her back pocket. The group of friends jumped again at the second ringing phone.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asks and then adds, “Again?”

He knew why, of course he knew why, but he couldn’t have them thinking that he did. So, he plays confused and innocent just like he was meant to do.

“You got to keep up my dude,” Anika replies, almost tiredly.

Amelie pulls her phone out and sees Gale’s name pop up again. Sam looks at her and shakes her head. “No, no, do not answer it.”

“But Sam, it’s Gale, okay? I know Gale-“ Amelie starts before Sam reaches over and presses decline on her phone again. “Sam, what the hell?”

“Yeah, and I know her too, Amie,” Sam says. Sure, Gale helped them a lot back at the attacks that happened last year but since then, she has done nothing good for Sam and she will hold to that. Amelie gets where she is coming from, really. Gale had promised to not write another book about the trauma's of the new Ghostface murders, and then she did just that. Amelie looks back down at her phone when she feels it vibrate.

Gale: Did you see the news?

Gale: Mel, please call me.

Gale: I think it is happening again.

Gale: I love you, stay safe. Please let me know if you need anything.

Amelie was angry at Gale at the beginning, after what felt like forever she finally brought herself to read the new book and was just so mad when it came to parts that alluded to her and her dad. Luckily for her though, Gale couldn't find it in her to write such crude things about her like she did to Amelie's friends. But, Amelie managed to get over any negative feelings towards Gale after they got into an argument about the whole situation. Gale was also the last adult figure she had in her life who genuinely cared for her, and after losing Dewey, she couldn't afford losing Gale, too.

“Sam, my dad wants to talk to you,” Quinn perks up again and begins handing the phone to Sam.

“Mr. Bailey, hi.”

~

Soon enough they heard that Sam needed to head to the police station because Quinn’s dad needs to talk to her. After finding out that her license was at the crime scene, Sam’s nerves seemed to rise even higher than they were before. After all the public humiliation she has already faced from the accusations that she was the last Woodsboro killer and that her ex was innocent, she felt like this was another ploy in someone’s plan. How the hell did her ID end up at the crime scene?

As Sam rushes out the door with her coat in hand, Tara and Amelie look at each other already with the same idea in mind. The two girls go to grab their coats in their respected rooms before coming back out and head to the door. There was no way they would let Sam go off by herself, if Sam wants to be protective over them then they are also going to be of her. As Amelie walks closer to the door and slips her shoes on, Ethan comes up to her and grabs her arm to stop moving. She looks up at him curiously.

“Maybe you should just stay here, with us,” Ethan gestures his head back to the rest of the group that is sitting in the living room still. Chad who stands the closest to the two nods at Ethan’s words. “You don’t know what could happen out there with just the three of you, especially if there is a killer out there.”

“I will be fine, Ethan, trust me,” Amelie pulls her arm out of his hold to slip her hand down to grab his. “I just can’t let Sam go by herself.”

Ethan looks at her, pleading her with his eyes to just stay here with them. He isn’t sure where this confidence has come from. Sure, he sees her often and they hang out quite a bit from being in the same friend group and all, but he is always so nervous to make a move to even talk to her. Maybe her forwardness this whole night with him has given him some courage or the need to prove he is better than Dean, he isn’t sure, but he just knows that he wants to try his best to keep her from leaving the apartment. He wants her safe, that isn’t a lie, but he also needs her to stay away from Sam so she doesn’t get hurt. His dad won’t stop his conquest and won’t hesitate to hurt anyone in his way, no matter their importance to his son.

Amelie sees that he is worried and sees that her friends also want her and Tara to stay there but they can’t and will not let Sam go all alone. So, as much as she would like to stay home, she lets go of Ethan’s hand and pulls her coat onto her body before heading to the open the door.

“I will call you if we need help, I promise,” She looks at him in his eyes with the upmost sincerity she can. “We will be back as soon as we can.”

Ethan sighs and closes his eyes as the two girls walk out the door and rush to the stairs. Dammit.

“Sam!” Amelie shouts running down the stairs with Tara.

“Sam, slow down,” Tara calls out.

“Guys, no. Get back inside, lock the door,” Sam turns around in shock and pushes the two back.

“Are you serious? Now you don’t want to stick together?” Tara says in disbelief. Amelie follows directly after with, “There is no way we aren’t going with you, Sam.”

“Fine,” Sam says defeated. She knows that she could push and push and push the girls as much as she can, but she also knows that they are just as stubborn as her. They are a team, after all. So, that’s what the girls do. They stick beside each other and start to walk down the street to the police station. Occasionally Tara and Amelie will go back and forth to look behind them, just making sure there is no one following them or is running up with a knife in hand. However, their moment of peace didn’t last too long before Sam’s phone started ringing again. Amelie felt her heart leap for the fiftieth time that night when she sees Richie’s contact come up.

“What the fuck?” and “He’s fucking dead” comes out of Tara and Amelie’s mouth at the same time.

“I never deleted his contact. This is coming from his number,” Sam says in realization. She looks at it determined; she was going to answer it. Amelie’s eyes widen.

“Don’t pick that up. Just let it ring,” Sam picks it up.

“Sam-“ Tara tries before Sam starts talking to the phone.

“Who is this?”

“Hello, Samantha. Did you miss me?” Ghostface.

“I want you to think long and hard about whether you want to do this because the last two people that fucked with us, ended up dead,” If there was anything Sam was going to do this time around, was not let Ghostface get to her. She was going to become worse, so much worse.

“You should be thanking me, Sam. Jason and Greg were gonna kill you and your two girls there. I gutted them before they had the chance,” Ghostface replies menacingly. The girls look around them to see if they can spot the person on the phone with them. They all stop as they look ahead and see a man in all black, coincidently on the phone, walk towards them.  

“So what? You’re protecting us now?” Sam replies curiously. What the hell was the killer playing at this time around?  

“Not quite. I’m going to show the world who you really are, a liar and a killer. I am going to punish you, Sam.”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet, asshole.”

“Don’t be cute, you’re going to pay for what you did and I’m not gonna stop until I butcher you- you and anyone who gets between us! You three better watch your backs.”

“You better watch yours.”

Ghostface comes up behind Tara and grabs her, raising his knife to stab before Tara elbows him in the face and Amelie rushes to push him back into a bush behind him.

“Come on, go!” The three girls run as the masked guy starts to get up to chase after them. The three turn the corner where they see a small bodega to their right and barge through the door. Amelie already feels like crying and they were only being chased. But she knew that being chased wasn’t all that was going to happen today, it never is.

“Help, please!”

“Please! Please help us! We were attacked!”

“Please call 911!”

“There’s a man out there!”

The three girls start shouting to the guy behind the counter, nothing but pure adrenaline and fear laced through their body. They needed help and they were going to let anyone know.

“There’s a fucking line here girls,” Some guy says behind them. Amelie turns to him with a crazed look on her face. They are yelling for help and some guy is worried about a line. Soon enough Ghostface comes in and the man worried about the line faces up to him. “You got a problem here, guy?”

Ghostface tilts their head before he starts stabbing him repeatedly. The girls gasp and the other people in the bodega start to run out. Another man tries to come behind the masked person, but his efforts don’t work well as he is turned around and stabbed in the throat. As if the two guys were nothing, Ghostface straightens up menacingly and looks at the three girls. Amelie has dealt with Ghostface before but this time it feels so different. This time it feels too powerful, and she is scared. 

Right as Ghostface is about to start stomping his way towards the three, the sound of a shotgun clicks before cashier yells out “Hey!” and takes a shot at the masked figure. Unfortunately, he misses but it gave the girls enough time to duck away.

“Go out the back!” The cashier nudges his head towards the door and Tara yells out a “Thank you!”

“Fuck it's locked,” Tara tries to open the door and it doesn’t budge. It’s fucking locked, of course it’s fucking locked, Amelie thinks. Her clammy hands are getting shakier by the second and she wishes more than anything now that she just stayed at the apartment with her friends, with Ethan, like he had pleaded her to. She thinks about them now and wonders if there’s any way she can warn them.

She turns back to the cashier and yells, “Keys! We need your keys!”

As the poor man fumbles to unhook his keys from his belt, Ghostface comes up behind him.

“Watch out, watch out, watch out!” The girls all call out, Amelie pointing behind him as they see Ghostface grab the guy and stab him in the shoulder. Ghostface goes to grab the gun and hits him across the face then as the guy pleads to not get shot. To no avail, Ghostface cocks the gun and pulls the trigger, aiming right for the man’s head. Amelie gasps and closes her eyes too late, seeing the man’s head blown to pieces and all over the fridge he was leaning against. Her stomach churns as they all duck behind an aisle. On their hands and knees, the girls try their best to not make a sound. They hear the sound of the gun being pumped again and Amelie swallows, she feels sick and can’t stop her body from trembling.

Sam shushes them, trying her best to tell the girls to stay as quiet as they can. They stop their movements as they hear the crunch of the glass and food under Ghostface’s shoes and slowly look around. He takes a shot, and they flinch from the sudden sound. Ghostface has always been dangerous and while Amelie dreaded that stupid slasher knife, there is nothing she would rather more than to see that knife in his hand instead of a fucking shotgun.

Right before the killer jumps around the corner they once were hiding, they quietly make their way around the end of the aisle to hide from his field of vision. Tara and Amelie hold each other’s hand as tears run down their face and they shake. Amelie uses her free hand to cover her mouth to try and silence the sound of her heavy breathing. She looks to her other side where Sam squishes up against her. She sees her reach to grab an empty can and throws it away from them to distract Ghostface.

Luckily, it seems to work, and he moves away from the aisle they were in, and the three girls crawl back around to it. Their hands crunch under the glass and shards get stuck and cut Amelie’s hand as they crawl. She winces and tries her best to not cry out at the sharp pain. It seems as if the masked figure can hear the crunching sounds coming from the girls and stops moving. Sam peeks between the aisle and sees as he turns their way. The three girls push the shelf onto him as he takes another shot, the aisle causing him to fall back, and his shot aims for the ceiling.

“Run!” Sam yells out and they take it as their chance to escape. Amelie looks at the ground as she passes by to the doorway where the bodies lay and sees the pools of blood. She slips as her shoes step in the red substance while running out before Tara, still gripping onto her hand, pulls her back up and they make it outside. Police cars starting pilling in and the three turn back around to look in the bodega. What they see is exactly what they expected, bloody bodies on the ground and the back door of the bodega open. On the ground a clean Ghostface mask lays menacingly. Amelie looks at the two sisters and their chests rise and fall rapidly from their heavy breathing. It’s fucking happening again, and Amelie feels her heart stop. She wants to tear her eyes away so bad from the scene in the small shop in front of her, but she can’t seem to be able to. Because as she looks inside and stares at the mask, at the bodies, at the blood and then back to herself where blood got onto her clothes and hands, she sees it. This was her life, and she doesn’t know if this time around she will get so lucky. However this saga may continue, it will either be her friends laying in a pool of blood like those in the bodega and she stares from the outside. Or it will be her bloody body, drained from this curse she has been stuck to live with.