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etherealyoungk · 11 months ago

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the boy next door | choi seungcheol

✩ seventeen as romantic tropes series ✩ masterlist ✩

PAIRING: seungcheol x reader

THEMES: boy next door trope, mutual pining, fluff, pinch of angst

WARNINGS: kissing, shirtless cheol-

WORDCOUNT: 2017

A/N: enjoy <3

choi seungcheol, he had always been the boy next door. ever since you moved into the neighbourhood four years ago, you got to know him and his family. it was like there was just a spontaneous spark between your family and his and they bonded immediately. you'd gone to the same school as seungcheol, become good friends with him, and graduated highschool together. and now here you were going to his family's beach house for a little summer vacation before college started.

"are you packing to move to the beach permanently?", seungcheol questions when he sees the way you're sitting on your suitcase and trying to close it, because it won't seem to zip close otherwise, not with the way you've stuffed it full.

"shut up if you're not going to be of any help", you tell, frustrated, struggling even more.

seungcheol wordlessly bends down the same moment you slide off the suitcase. he pushes it down with one hand, his ridiculously big bicep flexing as his other hand finds the zip and he manages to close it with ease and grace, unlike you.

he looks at you, proud and you give him a thumbs up. "are you excited?", he asks you. "very, gotta use the last of my freedom before college starts", you tell as you sit on the floor.

"well, i'll see you tomorrow, i should head back, mom's been after me because i still haven't packed", he says, getting up and ruffling your hair in the process before he leaves.

your and seungcheol's dynamic was like close friends. you two had grown close over the years, sharing countless memories and inside jokes. but this year felt different somehow as if there was an unspoken shift in the air and you couldn't help but feel something, something that tugged at your heartstrings.

the next day you bid your parents goodbye for the next two weeks and you're sitting in the car, seungcheol beside you as you head to his family's beach house. you were more than excited and ready for this vacation. you fall asleep in the middle of the journey, resting your head on seungcheol's shoulder as you doze off. after a while you feel someone softly shake you awake and your eyes flutter open.

"wake up sleepyhead, we've reached", seungcheol says as you lift your head up, still sleepy. he proceeds to clutch his shoulder dramatically, telling you how inconvenienced he was and you smack him, annoyed, but you can tell by the way he laughs and smiles stupidly that he was teasing you he like he did.

that day you don't really do much other than settling in the small room you had and helping his mom with preparing dinner while seungcheol was off on a side quest his dad had sent him.

the next day, the sun was already high in the sky as you made your way towards the beach, the salty breeze teasing your skin and tousling your hair. you're wearing shorts and a crop top and you felt the warmth of the sun against your bare arms, a sense of freedom washing over you with every step.

you're halfway to the beach when you hear seungcheol call out for you. you turn around and your jaw almost drops to the ground. why?

because seungcheol was shirtless, his bare chest basking in the sunlight. his toned body and physique was on full display. it was like a scene from a movie and for a moment, you found yourself frozen in awe as you stared at him. "wait up", he says as he jogs towards you with an easy smile, catching up to you. you can feel your heart rate quicken as he closes the distance, his presence commanding attention with every step. you have to pry your gaze away from his sculpted form, and you focus on the ground beneath your feet, willing yourself to regain composure.

together, you continued towards the beach, the sound of the crashing waves growing louder with each passing moment. despite your best efforts to maintain a casual demeanour, the image of seungcheol's shirtless figure lingered in your mind, sending a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach as you tried to keep your eyes straight and not dart towards his side.

you walk towards the water and sigh as the cool water envelops your feet, a contented sigh escapes your lips, the sensation of the wet sand between your toes grounding you in the moment. you close your eyes, feeling the breeze tangle in your hair. but your tranquillity was short-lived as a sudden splash of water jolts you from your moment, drawing your gaze to the mischievous grin of none other than seungcheol.

a playful glint dances in his eyes as he launches another playful splash at you, the droplets of water peppering your skin. "oh you're asking for it aren't you", you tell with a teasing grin of your own, bending down to scoop some water in your hands and retaliating with a splash of your own. you both walk a little deeper into the water and he splashes you again. his hands grab your waist as he captures you in his grip and you've been utterly defeated. you let out a laugh as he loosens his grip on you and you turn around, looking at him. his hands linger on your waist and you gulp as you try to calm your racing heart.

the next week goes by and you're having fun and having a great time relaxing, spending time with seungcheol's family and having some wind-down time for yourself as well. the only thing that seemed to really affect you and your brain chemistry? the fact that seungcheol was practically walking around shirtless the entire time. you swear it was like he hadn't even packed any shirts because you don't think you'd seen one on him apart from once.

as the days went on, the realisation that you liked seungcheol crept up to you like the tide rolling in and you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that your feelings for seungcheol were evolving into something more than mere friendship. it was starting to make you feel restless and uneasy.

you found yourself lying awake in bed, thinking about seungcheol. despite spending every day together, it was never enough. there was a craving for more, a desire for more of his company, more of his laughter, more of him. so you decide to create some distance between you and seungcheol because that was the only way you could think of to deal with your complicated emotions.

seungcheol notices on the second day. he notices the subtle changes in your behaviour, the way you're not spending time with him like you were, somehow always being holed up in your room more often than before. the way you would make excuses to stay back whenever he was going to the local market or on an errand his dad sent him on instead of tagging along like you always did. just the way you were keeping a distance from him, talking less, not your usual self had him worried and the distance started to eat away at his heart. had he done something wrong?

the next day he decides to do something about it. so he climbs up your balcony late into the cool night and knocks on your window, startling you.

"seungcheol what the hell?", you nearly shout when you see him balancing on your balcony with that stupid grin that made you heart somersault. thankfully he was wearing a shirt otherwise you would have sworn you'd have gone insane otherwise.

"i want to show you something", he tells, offering his hand to you.

"i'm tired, later okay", you tell, making an excuse. seungcheol's smile falters a but his determination does not.

"please, you can only see it today", he says, reaching for your hand anyway, not willing to let you get away this time.

you glare at him but give in and seungcheol beckons you to climb out the window and follow him.

"what-i am not climbing the roof seungcheol what is wrong with you?", you whisper yell because it's late into the night and you don't want to wake his parents up.

"trust me okay", he tells, taking your hand, holding it firmly and helping you climb onto the roof. you're gripping onto seungcheol's hand so tight once you get on the roof, scared and the sudden height makes you dizzy, making you stand closer to him. his arm finds your waist to help steady and ground you and he guides you to a small portion of the roof. he sits down and so do you.

"care to explain why we're here?", you prompt, looking at seungcheol.

"look up, see that constellation over there?", he says, pointing out to it. your eyes search the night sky for the constellation he was pointing at, expecting something extraordinary but it was only the same old one you see every day.

"but i see that every day", you tell, giving him an unbelievable look.

"exactly, just like you see me everyday. so why are you suddenly avoiding me?", he asks with a raise of his brow as he looks deepy into your eyes.

"i-i'm not avoiding you", you tell, lying but seungcheol can see right through you.

"seriously yn? you expect me to believe that?", he asks, giving you another look as he runs a hand through his hair. "what's going on? you can tell me", he assures, looking at you and waiting for you to speak, giving you that space.

you sigh and look ahead, watching the beach, the water mostly still apart from small waves. the salty breeze tangles into your hair and the night is chilly, stars peppering the deep blue night sky. how could tell seungcheol you liked him?

"it's stupid okay and not important", you tell, dismissing the topic and your feelings. "it's not stupid if it's bothering you", he says, looking at you with those big, sweet, brown eyes that you can't help but fall for deeper.

you gulp. "i think i like you", you tell so softly after a few moments of silence. your words are so soft that seungcheol would have missed it if he wasn't listening so carefully and you see the small wave of emotion that ripples through his face and eyes.

"i told you it's stupid, just forget i said anything", you tell, moving to get up but seungcheol doesn't let you, holding you back down.

"don't i get a say in this?", he asks, and the tone of his voice makes you sit up straighter somehow.

"no? it'll be embarrassing if you're going to reject me, it's better if we stay friends anyway", you tell, already feeling nervous.

"i think i like you too", he says, his words cutting into the tense air between you both and you can only blink at him as he gazes at you.

"you know when we went to prom together because no other guy asked you out and i took you since you were so excited and wanted to go? that's the moment i realised i liked you, liked you more than friends. you were glowing that night", he fills in, his words making your breath catch.

and you both continue to look at each other until you break eye contact, nervous and a little overwhelmed.

"we shouldn't", you tell softly. "why not?", he asks, moving closer his hand coming to cup your cheek and you steal a glance at his lips. he leans in slowly and you do too until his lips meet yours and he leaves a soft kiss on your lips. he pulls away, looking at you, only to be pulled back as you grab his shirt, kissing him again.

he kisses you back, slowly moving his lips against yours and you sigh into the kiss because no matter how many times you had imagined this moment, nothing would compare to the real one right now.

seungcheol kisses you sweetly under the moonlight and star-speckled sky and all you can do is kiss him back because nothing could have prepared you for how hard you would fall for the boy next door.

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castiwls · 1 year ago

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never grow up - d.w

Pairing; Dean & sister!reader

Synopsis; Based on the song by Taylor swift

Warnings; None

Notes; This is kinda random but also ties in with my post a few days ago about being the middle child in the Winchester family :)

Masterlist

‘Your little hands wrapped around my finger. And it's so quiet in the world tonight

Dean didn’t understand what his parents had meant when they told him he would be a big brother. All he knew was that his mom had a baby in her stomach and in a few month’s the baby would come out.

Now his mom smiled softly as she gently placed a small baby on his lap. He grinned at her from his spot on the hospital bed before looking down at the baby. “She’s so small.” He looked between his parents and his dad chuckled at his comment. “You were that small once bud.”

Dean looked at him with wide eyes. “I was?” He sounded almost astonished at his Dads comment as both his parents fell into quiet laughter. After a moment he felt something grip onto his small thumb and his attention was drawn back down to his sister.

Her little hand had wrapped around his thumb and she was now gazing up at him. “I think she likes you.” His mom whispered before pressing a kiss to his head. Dean grinned up at her for a moment before cuddling further into her chest.

He still didn’t truly understand what his parents meant by being a big brother, but he knew that he would always protect her from this moment onwards.

‘I won't let anybody hurt you, won't let anyone break your heart. And no one will desert you. Just try to never grow up, never grow up'

“Dean. Are you awake?” Your brother let out a small groan before rolling over to face you. “Y/n it's three in the morning why are you awake?” He frowned at you before a look of concern took over his face. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed the unleashed tears brimming your eyes and the way your hands shook slightly.

“I killed someone.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. Your hands seemed to shake harder as you gripped the thin sheets closer to your chest. “Someone dead cause of me.”

Dean shook his head sitting up and pulling you with him. “No. You didn’t kill someone ok. They were bitten and had fed y/n, it was only a matter of time before they turned.” He kept his voice low not wanting to wake Sam or your Dad who were both asleep across the room.

“Still. He hadn’t turned yet.” You sniffled leaning onto his chest. “Dad told me this job is about saving people Dean. How is that saving people.” Your brother didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

You were only 14, you shouldn’t have to deal with this. Hell, he never imagined that at 16 he would be spending his time cleaning guns and learning how to kill monsters. Dean understood why his Dad did what he did and he understood why he’d chosen now to start letting you on hunts but at the same time, it made him feel slightly sick.

The idea of his little sister doing this job left him with a bad feeling in his stomach (he didn't want to even think of Sam doing it) Dean swayed slightly as he tried to soothe you as best he could. “I know you don't think it now, but you did the right thing y/n. I promise.”

You nodded against his chest before pulling back and whipping at your eyes. “Come on. We need to be up in a few hours.” Your brother moved to lie down before opening his arms for you. You happily settled into his arms, feeling his hand run through your hair.

You both lay in silence for a while. The sound of his heartbeat slowly lulled you back to a dreamless sleep.

Dean closed his eyes sucking in a breath before relaxing. Life was so much easier when you were younger. If he had it his way you and Sam would never have to worry about the things that went bump in the night. He’d happily let you both live in peaceful ignorance as long as you were both safe and happy.

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gwynfahr · 1 year ago

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Sleeping position

Jordan Li x reader

Synopsis : You can't seem to fall asleep and keep accidentally bugging your lover throughout the night.

1:57am

"Jordan ? You awake ?" encased in your partners arms, in his masc form for the moment, your voice sounding loud despite the fact you were whispering in the night.

His answer came in a groan and a stir, telling you he was listening.

"Did we do the assignment for Brink's class tomorrow ?" your voice sounded anxious, and you clearly forgot you did it earlier with Jordan while watching an episode of Property Brothers.

"You thinking 'bout that in the middle of the night ?" muffled words came from your lovers whose head was located on the crook of your neck. "We did it two hour ago, babe."

"Oh. That's right, I forgot, sorry for waking you up, baby, go back to sleep." You were still wide awake, so you took it on yourself to help him fall back asleep, after all, you didn't have classes early in the morning tomorrow, while he did. Your hand slowly began caressing his hair and he groaned a bit at the soothing motion, grateful.

Ten minutes later, Jordan was back asleep and you still couldn't sleep. You didn't dare move too much as Jordan's body was litteraly flushed against your side and you really didn't want to wake him up, so you just laid in bed, eyes wide open, trying to understand why your brain wouldn't just fall asleep.

3:36am

An hour later, you got a cramp so painful that you jerked up harshly, moving your boyfriend with you. Your whimpers of pain were made to be silent in order to not wake Jordan up more than he already was, but it was too late.

"Babe, you okay ?" He asked, not quite awake, but definitely not half asleep anymore.

"I got a cramp, sorry." You answered, massaging your calf where the cramp hurt like a bitch. "Shit, that hurts..."

Jordan took your leg in his arms and gently massaged the area, figuring that, if he was awake, he must do something to help. Soon enough, the pain faltered to a reasonable amount. "That's better ?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry for waking you again, you have classes tomorrow..."

"No it's okay, I was having a nightmare either way, so I should thank you for that."

"Really ? Do you want to talk about it ?" You took his hand, an expression of concern on your face.

"Meh, it's stupid." He said, and then suddenly, Jordan was sat in front of you in her female form.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to nightmares baby, if you don't want to talk about it, though, it's okay, we can just cuddle until you fall back asleep." you proposed.

"That's clearly implying you won't sleep." Jordan said as you took a more confortable postion, laying back down, face to face on your sides.

"I wasn't sleeping before, but it"s okay, I don't have classes in the morning so, I'll be able to get back some sleep then. You have to wake up early though, baby, you need your beauty sleep."

"Please," Jordan snorted "I don't need sleep to look hot, and I've done worse than a four hours night of sleep. Why weren't you sleeping ?" she asked, hugging you close to her so her head was rested comfortably on your neck, caressing your head. Mechanically, you did the same.

"I think I forgot something, but I can't remember what, and it's bugging me. Ithought it was an assignment or somethng, but it wasn't that. Not a birthday either, not something school related, not an important date for us, not an appointment... I thought about everything and I can't remember." Somehow, explaining it to Jordan made it feel even more stupid, if you forgot something, then you'd remember at some point, no need to lose sleep over it.

Your girlfriend looked deep in thought.

"Maybe it's just your anxiety taking a toll on you. I know it hppens to me when I'm stressed. Just try to forget bout forgetting something and relax." She moved her hands to your back, scratching it softly in a soothing motion, making you giggle a bit at the tickles it created. "I mean, we could also fuck until we're both too tired and lazy to even think about anything, but I feel like you're not really in the mood." She joked a smirk on her face.

You genuinely thougth about it. Jordan was wearing one of your shirt right now, and she looked so hot in it it was criminal. Plus, you really wanted to sleep. However, you felt like the cramp would come back at any too suden moves or contraction of your muscles. "We could make out instead ? You look so hot right now that it's really hard saying no, you need to know."

Soon enough, the both of you were flush against the other, legs entangled, Jordan's hands on your neck as yours were messing with her hair (making it more toussled than it was before). Your mouthes moved in sync, gently, slowly, carefully, you had time, neither of you wanted to sleep anymore. You had to come up for air after some time, but you still found the breath to whisper to Jordan.

"I love you so much, Jordan. So so much."

"I love you too. So much" Was your girlfirend's answer, after a minute of silence where she kissed everywhere she could on your face.

You spent, maybe twenty more minutes making out, Jordan switching forms twice, settling in his male form. Finally, you bth stopped, out of breath. You looked in each other's eyes and Jordan whispered :

"We should try to sleep."

"You're right, it's actually crazy to see you be the responsible one on this relationship, though." You teased before cuddling again with your boyfriend, the forgotten thing plaguing your mind forgotten.

You both fell asleep peacefully ten minutes later.

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4:33 am

Rufus was still calling for help after you hung him on the american flag hamper in the main alley of God U, five hours earlier.

It seems you forgot about this entirely.

#jordan li x reader #gen v #gen v x reader #my looooove #R.I.P Rufus even though he's a creep #It's kinda rushed but I'm writing at 1am and am sleep deprived #Not beta we die like Brink #by deserving it #jordan li #jordan li fluff #jordan li imagine #jordan's my love and my life at the moment

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btsxmalereaders · 1 year ago

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the sound of your heart >> ksm.

>pairing — kim seungmin x male reader

> genre — angst

> summary — being friends with benefits with someone you were deeply in love with was just wearing you out. unfortunately, you weren't sure if you could put it to an ending.

> word count — 500

"I'm very sleepy," Seungmin says as he gets into a better position on the bed. his head rests on the pillow next to you and he covers you both with the blanket that just minutes ago was an unfolded mess at the end of the bed. "sorry. I had a tough day, is it okay if I sleep for a bit before I drive you home?"

You smile and nod as an answer, "Of course. Get some sleep, I'll wake you up in a bit."

As you say this, you intend to stand up to get dressed, but Seungmin's hand stops you from doing it. A soft touch on your waist sends butterflies to your stomach. He slowly caresses your skin before finally moving his hand to your back, pulling you closer. Body to body. Warm skin in touch and setting a fire. Your heart beats even faster than it did when you reached your high just some minutes before. And you just know Seungmin noticed it. Chest against chest, and breaths intertwining.

He doesn't open his eyes but he surely leaves a kiss on your forehead.

You're just too stunned to utter a word.

Why do you do this? That's all you can think of.

For the last couple of months, you've just conformed by being friends with benefits with him. Because he said he isn't ready for commitment, because it's not what he is looking for. So you thought this is better than having nothing. You've been hiding your true feelings for so long and it has been eating you alive. But then again, you were just willing to have as little as Seungmin could offer.

And it's moments like this when you wonder if he ever felt the same way too, even if he didn't want to openly admit it. You wondered if he felt his heart to the edge of bursting whenever he hugged you or kissed you. You wondered if he tried to let you know his feelings through those small, yet intimate actions.

Seungmin falls asleep in within minutes, but you're still awake, breathing slowly and trying not to move to not disturb him. You slowly separate a bit and see his face. His hair certainly is a mess, but he looks like an angel. You feel tempted to caress his cheek but stop right after you could even make contact. His lips are slightly parted and you just couldn't believe you were kissing him earlier.

I'm yours, but are you mine? The question runs around your mind.

He looks so peaceful, so fucking beautiful. And you can't believe that this is it. Why can't it be more? Why can't it be what you so desperately need? Why can't he see you're madly in love with him?

Your eyes fill up with tears. The realization of your feelings after such a vulnerable moment hits you like an arrow. You love him. And, as much as you want to hear that from him, you deeply know that won't happen.

#kpop x male reader #skz x male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #skz #seungmin #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x male reader #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #angst #skz angst

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worksby-d · 2 years ago

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Taking After You

Pairing: Andy Barber x pregnant girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Visiting Andy at work during your lunch break a.k.a. just using him cause he's got a comfy sofa you can nap on.

Warnings: None!!!

Word count: ~700

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Your attempt at walking in quietly doesn't matter. As soon as he hears his office door click open, he's putting a pause on what he's working on and getting up to greet you.

He's been patiently waiting since you texted him an hour ago asking if you could stop by during your lunch break.

“You don't have to take a break yet if you're busy,” you try to tell him as you close the door again behind you.

Your words go in one ear and out the other though. He's already leaned against his desk, holding a hand out for you to bring you closer.

“Nonsense, honey.” He's not going to turn down spending time with you. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you sigh, stepping into his arms. “Just came to say hi.”

“I was hoping you were coming to do a little more than just say hi,” he teases, resting his hands on your waist.

You roll your eyes, linking your arms around his neck. You probably don't even want to know, but you ask anyway. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hoping you came to give me a kiss, maybe,” he suggests, giving you an innocent smile.

That, you can do. You give him a quick kiss, swiping your lip gloss off his lips with your thumb as you pull away.

“That's all?” You raise an eyebrow, not believing that for one second.

He pretends to think for a moment and you almost regret playing along.

“For now,” he winks, leaning to steal one more kiss before becoming more serious. “How are you feeling?”

His hand moves from your side to rest on your growing belly. He had a hard time leaving you this morning knowing you were feeling almost too nauseous to get out of bed. You miraculously ended up making it to work shortly after him, but then all he could think about was whether you were making it through the day okay.

“So tired,” you answer honestly, letting out a short laugh as you lay your head on his shoulder. Despite your attempt of laughing it off, he knows it's taking a toll on you.

“I know,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Tell baby girl she has to let you rest a little.”

“I do! She already doesn't listen to me,” you joke with an exasperated sigh. “Taking after you, unfortunately.”

“Hey,” he laughs, dropping his other hand to playfully tap your ass. “I listen. Tell me what you want to eat, I'll prove it to you.”

“I don't want anything–” You’re cut off by your own yawn. “I came here to take a nap on your sofa.”

He scoffs. “You're using me?”

“Yes,” you quip straight-faced, stepping out of his arms. “I know no one will bother me here.”

“Have you eaten yet though?” He won't let that go. “You need to eat something.”

“When I wake up,” you promise. His look of concern doesn't go away though. “Please?”

He offers a smile, letting out a deep breath, knowing he won't win this one. As much as you need to eat, he knows you could use the rest too. He holds out his arm toward the sofa, gesturing for you to go for it.

“Thank you,” you mirror his smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He quietly goes back to work as you lay down and fall asleep almost instantly.

He can't help but glance over at you every so often to make sure you're comfortable. He gets up once to put his suit jacket on top of you like a blanket, swearing he noticed you shiver.

He jumps when you grab his hand before he walks away, not realizing you’re actually half awake. “What’s wrong–”

“Nothing,” you laugh and apologize for startling him. You know he's in a constant state of concern lately. “She's kicking.”

He lets you place his hand where you're feeling it so he can feel it too. A faint smile takes over his face, his previous worry slowly dissipating.

“You girls are on opposite schedules,” he chuckles. “Why’s it always when you're wanting to sleep?”

“I don't know,” you giggle. “You have to ask her that.”

“I will.” He leans over to kiss your forehead, talking softly to you. “You try to go back to sleep for a bit.” You watch him kneel on the floor, making himself eye level with your stomach. “She and I will have a little chat before I go get your lunch.”

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joels-golf-club · 2 years ago

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Exhaustion

A/n: So this turned out way more angsty than I originally planned it to be but whatever. I also kinda hate it but I just wanted to write a little bit to get back into the swing of things.

All my work is 18+ MDI

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: Lowkey angsty but fluff at the end, kinda established relationship, reader doesn't know how to cope, miscommunication, implied traumatic past, mention of nightmares, post outbreak! Joel, no use of Y/n, swearing, self harm in the form of sleep deprivation if that's a thing. Please don't read if any of this is triggering to you.

When you were out on the road it was easy to avoid your nightmares. You would barely sleep in between watches with Joel, and when you did it was a light enough sleep that you wouldn't ever dream.

But in Jackson it was different. It took a few months to get adjusted to the new way of life, the somewhat normal life in the commune. Once you, Ellie and Joel had gotten used to the new town you had quickly fallen into a routine. Ellie would go to school while you and Joel took patrols with each other before coming back home to share a bed. For a while you would still sleep light enough that your dreams, or rather nightmares couldn't reach you in Joel's strong embrace, but eventually you got comfortable and your past crawled it's way into your subconscious.

On more than one occasion you had jolted awake in a panic not knowing where you were while Joel was forced to calm you down. It was these moments that filled you with guilt and shame. Joel had been through just as much, if not more than you had and he didn't need you ruining what little sleep he got just because you couldn't handle something that you had escaped from over a year ago. It was then that you decided to push through and suck it up. If Joel could handle a little trauma, then so could you.

So as the days went on you forced yourself to sleep as little as possible. Sure it made you a little jumpier on patrol but so far Joel hadn't noticed and you hoped he would just chalk the bags under your eyes up to long patrols nights and 'waking up' earlier than usual. You had made it almost a month sleeping just enough to keep you functioning, which meant about an hour or two a night, before Joel decided to corner you during patrol.

"So you gonna tell me what's going on with you?" He spoke one day while you were hiking up to a abandoned hunting cabin that had been shaped into a patrol outpost you two occasionally spent a weekend on patrol at.

His words caused you to momentarily freeze up during which he sent a glance over his shoulder at you, eyeing your reaction. "What do you mean?" The words left your mouth carefully with no emotion as you tried to focus on anything other than your pounding headache and the way Joel kept glancing back at you. Just another mile and then you would avoid Joel at the cabin. You've held off this conversation for a month, you could do it for another 30 minutes.

Joel, however, seem to think otherwise. He scoffed at your response and stopped walking, causing you to pause for a moment before walking past him towards the cabin. Just a little more...

"Don't bullshit me, darlin'. You're shaking and sweating right now just walking when you can usually do this hike without breaking a sweat. You're pale and you've had bags under your eyes for the past month. So tell me what the fuck is going on and why you won't talk to me."

Shit.

He noticed. Those weeks you had gone laying in bed awake while we slept at your back and you tried to play it off hadn't gone unseen like you had hoped. Now he was mad at you and you were just causing him more stress, the opposite of what you hoped your efforts would do. "It's nothing Joel. Just drop it, alright?" you kept walking and ignored the ever growing headache pulsing behind your eyes as the exhaustion caught up to you after not getting a wink of sleep the past three days and then hiking with this conversation thrown at you. Joel called out your name angrily and stormed up to you forcing you to stop walking and face him. The cabin was only a quarter mile up now.

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!"

"Yeah, and I'm trying to avoid it!" You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth because they only confirmed that something was wrong.

"And why's that, huh? What aren't you telling me?" His expression changed then and he dropped his gaze down to his hands for a moment. "Did I do something wrong? Is that why you won't talk to me?" His fears broke through you just a bit and you could feel your throat tighten up against the tears building up. When you spoke your voice came out thick and brittle.

"Jesus, Joel, no it isn't you. Shit. You didn't do anything wrong, it's just me, okay? It's just something I have to handle." Joel met your eyes again then and stared into your glazed over gaze. He only nodded then and started walking again. Thank fucking God, he was dropping it.

It wasn't until you thought Joel was fast asleep that your exhaustion truly hit you. You knew that if you slept now you would be out hard and it would be impossible to avoid the memories of unwanted grasps against your skin and cries of pain as you were struck would reach you. So instead of laying in bed with Joel where you knew you would be out in seconds if you stayed any longer you slowly climbed off the dusty bed and downstairs to sit by the fire place where a few glowing coals remained from your earlier tense dinner.

You sat there for what could've been hours or minutes just rubbing your temples with shaking hands, trying to physically force away your pounding migraine. You hadn't even noticed Joel appearing in the doorway until his voice caused you to all but jump out of your skin.

"This is you handling it then?" His voice was raspy with still and you couldn't help but be jealous at the precious hours he had to sleep in peace. "Jesus christ darlin, when's the last time you slept?"

His words immediately brought tears to your eyes and the walls you had spent weeks building high came crashing down. You crumbled as the first sob tore through your body, your entire being shook and you brought your hands up to cover your face as shame and pain ripped into you.

Joel was upon you in seconds and wrapped you up in his strong embrace as he slowly rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down. "Breath, darlin', just breath. Listen to me okay? In...and out," when you only continued to shake and sob in his arms he lifted one hand to your face and used the other the grab your own hand and place it against his chest, forcing you to feel his deep breaths. "Come on you gotta work with me here. You feel my breaths? Yeah, you do, just match my breathing, I know you can do it. In, and out. Yeah, just like that, good job." When your breathing had finally evened out and all that remained was a few sniffles you began to speak.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to, uh, I didn't mean to wake you up. You can go back to bed." Joel just grabbed the back of your head and pressed you into his chest while shaking his head.

"Don't do that. Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. I just need to know what happened so I can help you, alright?"

You shook your head and mumbed against him, "I don't wanna tell you." When you looked at his face he had a deep frown and concern etched across his features.

"Why not, darlin'. You know I'm here to help you, that's how this thing works." He gently pulled you away from his chest and made you look at his face while he spoke.

"I don't want you to think I'm weak..." You avoided eye contact when you saw his face crumble and realization flood his gaze. He had finally figured it out.

"It's your nightmares isn't it?" You just barely nodded and continued staring at the ground you sat on. "You've been forcing yourself to stay awake? Sweetheart, you can't do that, it'll get you killed out here if you aren't able to function properly. Why didn't you just come to me?" His words were spoken quietly but still firm in your ear.

"I didn't want to be a burden. You've been through so much as well and you don't wake up screaming every night. You're so strong. I didn't want to make you see how weak I am, so I figured if I just didn't sleep then they wouldn't be able to hurt me again." You shook your head in disbelief at yourself and scratched at your arms anxiously. "God I spent so long getting out of there and trying to heal and I'm still just the dumb little slave. Nothing's changed." Joel grabbed your arms and forced your scratching to stop and looked you in the eye with anger behind his eyes.

"Hey. Don't say that shit. What you went through is unspeakable and it doesn't make you weak to be affected by it." You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off before you could get any words out. "No, I'm talking right now. You are so incredibly strong, darlin'. You've been through so much and you still manage to push forward and live. So don't you dare call yourself weak because that is absolute bullshit and we've promised not to lie to each other. How about we go upstairs and get you some sleep, and if you have a nightmare you wake me up, I don't care how often or what time it is and you tell me what you need me to do, okay?"

You nodded your head and leaned forward to press a soft, barely there kiss to his lips that he immediately reciprocated. "Thank you. For everything."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, darlin. This is what I'm here for. Please don't ever feel like you can't tell me stuff like this, alright." You just nodded again and allowed him to help you back upstairs into bed where you fell asleep in his strong embrace within seconds of your head hitting the pillow.

#x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #tlou hbo #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou #tlou series #joel #joel the last of us #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years ago

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[☆There's a poll in this one☆]

(You wake up slowly. Too slowly. Something's not right. Your skin has erupted in goosebumps, and rasped breathing can be heard from above as your shoulders are grabbed.)

" Ah, don't- Don't try to sit yet, you'll get dizzy. "

(Although you swear you recognize that tone by now, it's still cause for alarm, since you're pretty sure you were well alone when you went to bed.)

(Finally, your eyes peek open, and you recoil slightly.)

" It's me. Surprise. "

(He looks mildly guilty. He's also too close for your tastes. Even at this proximity, his face continues to be a mostly unknowable void. Is it that he's pitch black, or is Hudsyn genuinely a shadow adorned in robes?)

" Before you say anything, I had planned to do this later, a few couple of days later actually, but eheh- It turns out I don't have that privilege. It won't be as organized as I was hoping, but history doesn't wait for you to prepare, does it? "

(Hudd looks at you with significant mania. An uncomfortable -For you- Pause unfurls.)

" Mentee, the time has come! "

(Your confused grimace has Hudsyn frowning in turn, until realization seems to hit the monster.)

" Remember, a couple weeks ago, when you agreed to help me? "

(As your eyes widen in an epiphany, so do his.)

" Yes, that's right, exactly! "

" See, I haven't just been lazing around this whole time- I've been working towards something special! Very special. "

" Something only someone like you can get... That's why this all took so long. I needed to wait for you. I needed to find you. "

(There's a moment where it seems as if Hudd is searching for something in your face. A reply, a reflection.)

(He gives up, taking a few, much appreciated steps back from you. While your vision clears you can finally start to study the space around you.)

(You're in a living room, it can only be that. It's surprisingly well-kept, cozy even... Is this his home? It must be early, enough so that the light coming from the window illuminates a great portion of the room easily. You spot scribbled notes on the wall and the darkness creeping from the far right, swallowing even that rickety lamp.)

" Well well, you're looking at me so oddly. Is it truly that hard to believe that I have living standards? "

(You opt not to answer that.)

(The demonoid helps you stand up. You feel something soft about his touch, but it's chaste in nature. When you're steady, he walks off-sight for a moment, presumably to another division, you hear the clicking of porcelain on claws, before Hudsyn comes back humming softly, white digits holding...)

(A fancy-looking cup filled with a clear-ish substance. It sparkles oddly, reflecting colors it shouldn't, and has a strong, alluring scent.)

" A treat, you could say... "

" I feel it is only fair. You were a kind host to me and I'm not one to forget such details. "

" Do sit. I need you to be wide awake for this, conversation will help. "

(Doing as told, you settle on the armchair opposite to the smallest couch, contemplating what to do, and what to say for that matter. There's a lot more at stake here now than there ever was compared to your previous interactions with this demonoid. He's not so harmless, is he?)

#Hudd oc #pinnie's art #demon oc #yandere demon #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #minors dni

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evilkaeya · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m not sure how long ago you posted the ADA Chuuya head canon post, or if you’ve lost interest, but in the tags you mentioned you have more to say but felt it was too long! I’d love to hear more if you want

Help I'm only seeing this now I'm sorry 😭 anyways more ada Chuuya hcs you say?? Hold my beer

> First time Chuuya uses corruption in front of the agency a part of his mind thinks, "That's it. They're going to be terrified of me now," only to be proven very wrong when he wakes up. The first person he sees is Dazai, which isn't new, Dazai has always been there after he woke up. Holding a mirror most of the time and saying, "Look what I drew on your face while you slept."

Then he blinks awake fully and he's surrounded by worried faces. Not scared, not curious but worried and when he sits up, they change to relief. Chuuya isn't sure what to do with the sudden burst of warmth spreading in his chest.

Atsushi is the first to leap at him. He hugs him, telling him how worried he has been. Kunikida pulls him away (you're crushing his ribs Atsushi) and sits next to Chuuya on the bed, patting his shoulder. Fukuzawa simply puts a hand on his head and Chuuya almost breaks down. He takes a pillow from behind him and buries his face into it. (This is how he manages his emotions. Everyone is used to it)

Ranpo, his partner, remains silently glaring at Chuuya until their eyes meet and Ranpo pinches his cheek. Hard. "Don't do that again!" He yells and says how he knew Chuuya had a bigger weapon up his sleeve that could cost his life but he didn't know it would be like this. Chuuya promises that he'd never use corruption unless Dazai is around.

For those who don't know why Ranpo is Chuuya's partner, here.

> For the 2-3 days he stays at the hospital, Kyouka leaves her bunny plushie with him so that he won't feel lonely. Yosano comes to check up on him the most, asking him if he feels okay. Chuuya tells her that he's used to it. He didn't get treatment like this in pm and he survived just fine. Sad eyes stare at him. "You shouldn't be used to it. You were a kid." Chuuya is once again filled with painful emotions he doesn't know what to do with.

> Moving on from corruption, Yosano and Chuuya are best friends !! If you go to the beauty salon Sunday morning you'll see them getting manicure and pedicure together, face masks on their face as they gossip about the latest rumors.

> Tanizaki oftens offers Chuuya his hairclips when he sees him struggling with his hair while working.

> Friday night is agency movie night !! They all gather at Chuuya's place to watch a movie together. They never let Dazai pick the movie despite how much he whines and cries.

> The movie nights always end in a cuddle pile. No matter how hard he tries, Chuuya can't hide the smile on his face when he wakes up to everyone's sleeping face the morning after. He carefully gets out of bed and goes to make breakfast for everyone. Dazai joins him minutes later. He hugs him from behind, and they share a little moment together in comforting silence.

> Basically Chuuya is surrounded by the love of his family all day every day and he's happier than he's ever been.

#someone stop me before I start writing a fic #I'm so weak when it comes to ada chuuya #i just want him to be happy and safe and cherished #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd ranpo #bsd yosano #bsd tanizaki #armed detective agency #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #ada chuuya #sai answers

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kyokutsu-sama · 10 months ago

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Can I request IchigoXreader where it's the morning and Ichigo makes breakfast for them. Reader joins him in the kitchen and is all pouty because he 'left her' and basically he just babies her and is super cute with her and stuff. Maybe she slides under his shirt to be closer 🥹🥹🤣 thanks!!

Hii !! It's been a while since someone asked me for Bleach and even longer for our sunshine Ichigo. Lots of fluff for him because he deserves it🧡🌞

(I'm sorry if this was too short but I promise it will be cute🥹)

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The boy's eyes moved slowly to quickly be caught in the ray of sunlight that peeked through the window curtain. He was still a little sleepy but he could still feel your arms hugging him from behind. He liked it when you were the big spoon, it was comfortable for him. Slowly and carefully, so as not to wake you up, he removed the blanket and placed a kiss on your forehead before getting out of bed and going to the kitchen to make breakfast for both of you.

Shortly after he left, you shifted a little on the mattress and when your half-open eyes looked to the side and didn't see your boyfriend, you pouted. He was like a warm, fluffy pillow that you slept on, and without him, the bed became lonelier and colder. You yawned as you tried to get out of bed, little by little, after a good night's sleep. The wonderful smell of food being prepared downstairs was already passing through the half-open door and reaching your nostrils, making your mouth water. You figured he was already preparing breakfast and went there.

Ichigo was stirring the eggs in the pan so distractedly that he didn't even feel you enter the kitchen and hug him from behind, which made him startle a little.

"Good morning love. Did I scare you?" You asked noticing the expression on his face

"Good morning. A little, I was distracted and I didn't think you were already awake, you were sleeping so well a few minutes ago." He said, turning his attention back to the food

"Yes, I was...until you abandoned me." You said, squeezing his body in your embrace

“What?” He looked over his shoulder with furrowed eyebrows

"You felt like a fluffy pillow in my arms and that's why I was sleeping well, because of you."

"Oh really?! So you can't sleep if I'm not around?" He chuckled

"No, it's not the same thing. I need to have you close to me but it's not enough to just be close, you have to be almost glued." You lifted his shirt and placed it over your head as if you were wearing it too. Since the boy wore a baggy shirt to sleep, you ended up fitting into it too, which made the boy laugh.

"I see, you're quite clingy today." He smiled, placing the eggs on a plate and turning off the heat. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, but let me stay here for just five more minutes." You said, still hugging him under his shirt

"Be quick, I'm hungry too."

"Then promise you won't get up and leave me again."

"I promise." He smiled

"For real?"

"Yes."

You came out from under his shirt and he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug, which you responded to. He was wanting to make up for the few minutes you spent without hugging him that morning. He knew you liked hugs and all kinds of treats he could give you and that's why he was willing to give you that attention. But from hugs to kisses, Ichigo knew there was one thing you admired even more than that. His smile. It was bright and cute, it softened their hearts just to see it in the morning.

Ichigo placed a few kisses on the top of your head while you remained hugged to him and seemed to not want to let go.

"So...five more minutes?" He smiled and you giggled against his chest

"Yes, although I could stay like this all day."

"Me too, but there are duties that must be fulfilled and that takes time away from these moments," Ichigo pulls you away a little to look into your eyes. "But it's okay, there will always be time for you." The boy smiled and you smiled back, feeling your heart beating quickly

"Thank you for being a cute and attentive boyfriend." You kissed his cheek, seeing his cheeks turn pink. He couldn't help but blush when you placed small kisses on his face. "Shall we eat?"

"Yes!"

#bleach #bleach fandom #bleach imagines #ichigo kurosaki #kurosaki ichigo #bleach anime #bleach scenarios #fluff #fluff imagine #cuddles #cute imagine

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anakinsgirlfriendreal · 1 year ago

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Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter nine

Warnings: foul language, infidelity, mature discussions.

You laid in bed, mulling over your discussion with Padme and Ahsoka earlier. The silence of the empty house encouraging your torturous thoughts, Darcy was at your mother's and your sister was shacking up with her sponsor no surprise there but at least she's staying clean.

The sound of the front door opening brings you back to reality, it's Anakin. You sigh, you weren't ready to discuss any of this with him yet, you had honestly planned to hold off as long as possible in hopes your problems may well just evaporate.

You listen, soft footsteps treading closer up the stairs, makes you roll over closing your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the bed dip. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

"I know you're awake, you liar."

You smile rolling over, to look up at him. "What are doing here? You should be with your wife."

"I'd rather be here," he kisses your lips and you can smell the liquor on his lips. You grab his face.

"Have you been drinking?"

He sighs, "I'm a grown man I'm allowed a drink"

You look at him, his face highlighted in the darkness by the shining moon. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, I promise." He kisses your neck, hand fumbling with the buttons on your night shirt he plants kisses on your breasts, shifting down to rest his head on your stomach, one hand squeezing your boob, like a toddler.

Your hand plays in his hair, he sighs in content when your fingers massage his scalp, you feel the tension in the air, you can't hold it in anymore.

"I'm pregnant," you blurt out.

"I'm leaving Padme" he says quickly.

"What?" You both speak in unison.

"You're leaving her?"

"That marriage was over a long time ago, you're pregnant? Are you sure? Oh baby this is amazing" he smiles, hovering over you.

"What no it's not. It's not amazing, I don't want another baby, we can't have another baby and you can't leave your wife are you crazy."

"Why not? I wanna be with you not her. I wanna raise Darcy with you, watch her have her first day of school and then have matching hearts attacks when she brings her first boyfriend home, I wanna wake up to your face every morning-"

"stop"

"I wanna grow old and watch the sunset with you, I wanna kiss you every night before bed, so you know how much I love you. I wanna look at you when you read your books and watch you make that cute little confused face, I wanna feel my heart speed up a bit and my breath hitch every time I hear your laugh. That's what I want for the rest of my life. And that scent, god that scent," his head dips to your neck inhaling like it's the last thing he'll ever do, "I wanna smell that scent until I'm sick of it, so sweet and pure. You consume me."

"Anakin-"

"No listen, You are the woman that has given a child, you've given me hope and happiness, that I haven't felt in years. I love you, purely and truthfully, you are my every thought, and I don't want to be married anymore unless it's to you. I want you and I want Darcy, and I want this baby," his hand caresses your stomach. "I want the family- the family that you've given me, the family that I've dreamed about."

You're quiet for a moment, your hands caress his face, "You can't leave your wife. You love your wife, you had to love her that's why you married her"

"It was a mistake"

"Anakin, you don't love me, you think you do but you don't, you'll leave Padme and then in a few years you'll be bored of me, I'll have had two kids, so I'll get fat and I'll be tired all the time and I won't wash my hair. I won't have time to read and I'll be nagging at you to put your socks in the washer and then you'll regret it. You'll wish you'd stayed with her because- because you'll realize that this isn't the life you want and you'll hate me. I don't want you to hate me." You didn't even realize you were crying.

"I could never hate you, I could never" he kisses your tear stained cheeks.

"You're so beautiful, you're strong willed and you're intelligent and ambitious, you're an amazing mother. I didn't want it to get so far, between you and I there was supposed to be no Darcy no attachments, just sex but-" he swallows. "You make it so hard to not love you." He lowers his face to yours, still hovering over you. Your lip brushing slightly. "You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires, you are my heart outside my body and I cannot stop myself..." His worlds trail off and he kisses you, deep and passionate, like a man starved. He rests his forehead against yours.

"Please, offer me the opportunity to tell my wife, give me the chance to take care of you and our daughter, our baby" his hand rests on your stomach. "I am only a man begging a woman to let him love her, please don't deny me" he kisses your jaw.

You are at a loss, unable to respond to him. You loved him deeply, truly you did but this was confusing; he was confusing. You close your eyes preparing to make the hard decision.

"I can't be with you Anakin." Your voice is soft, your eyes shut when his tear falls onto your cheek. "I'm sorry"

He rolls off you, onto his back, pulling you close so your head rests on his chest. "What will we do?" He asks.

"I don't know"

You sat in the waiting room fiddling with your fingers, leg nervously tapping against the tiled, your head shoots up when your name is called.

You stared nervously at the doctor, she offers you a kind smile, "is this your first time?" You nod.

"Okay, don't worry. You feel anything, and it'll be over in no time" she assures you. You take a deep breath.

It had been a couple weeks since you'd ended things with Anakin, he still came by to see Darcy, and you kept things civil. He'd told you that he was still gonna go ahead with the divorce which you'd tried to steer him against but to no avail. Things felt calmer now, you'd terminated the pregnancy, you still had your job, you were no longer stabbing your friend in the back except for the whole ass child you had with her husband but compared to your usual, things were finally going your way.

Until they weren't.

You were looking over files with one of Anakin's clients who had asked for your assistance when the quick and furious tapping of heels broke your focus, you looked up to see Padme approaching you, absolutely fuming.

"Padm-" she slaps you across the face, embarrassing you in front of an entire flat of employees.

"Don't Padme me you whore. You're not my friend you can call me Mrs. Skywalker" her words stun you but you understood her anger. He'd told her. "Hurts doesn't it? 'Mrs' something you had no chance of being"

"Padme let's not do this here"

"Oh no please let's."

You try to push her out into the street so you can speak somewhere where people weren't batting their ears in your business but she wouldn't let you.

"How could you do this, after everything. After what I told you" she breaks down, falling against you, you sit her down on the couch in the lobby, and she tries to calm herself.

"I'm so sorry Padme"

"Oh God that scent, the- the roses and the ocean God how did I not smell that before, I'm so stupid"

"Padme-"

"Shut up, he told me. He told me everything and I yelled and I cried and I screamed and I promised myself that I wouldn't do that here. That I'd be civil because- because I'm not the type to blame the woman but now I wanna her it from you. I wanna hear it all" she nods looking at you.

You take a deep breath hoping it'll help your lungs from caving in. "Okay"

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker #ceo x assistant #modern au #parts of the truth

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9haharharley1 · 2 years ago

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For the Vulnerability prompts if you're up for it!:

Giving them permission to do something they'd never let anyone else do

Blackice or pompep?

I wrote this while waiting to get my tires changed lol. This was so much harder to write than I want to admit. Why do I struggle with these little character moments so much?!

Anyway, I hope I met the prompt requirement!

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Jack woke to shaking, bleary eyes blinking open as the fog of heat started to lift from his mind. He hated summer, hated the way it slowed him down, left him lethargic and drained of cold. It was like the sun was purposely out to melt him.

At first he thought the shaking was him. There was trembling against his back, and it was only as he rubbed at his eyes that he realized it was not him, but Pitch who shook so violently against him he practically shook the bed. Jack jerked fully awake, trying to roll over to meet his Boogieman, but there was an arm thrown around his waist, trapping him. Jack reached down, wrapping his hand around Pitch's clutching fingers, letting a light coating of frost seep into the rigid digits.

"Pitch?" he called out. The hand under his trembled, and Jack managed to pry the fingers away enough to forcefully roll over.

To his shock, Pitch was asleep. Pitch never slept! Jack had never seen him sleep before, hadn't even known the man could sleep! Pitch was so violently against sleep that Jack was still surprised he could get the man to even snuggle with him in bed. He always thought the man would look relaxed with sleep, his anger soothing as he dropped off into a world of dreams. This was not what Jack expected at all. Jack reached up, tracing icy fingers over grey cheeks, alarm shooting through him when he saw tear tracks freeze the man's skin. Pitch continued to tremble.

"Pitch, wake up!" he called, hands finding Pitch's shoulders and shaking him roughly. Pitch jerked awake, eyes a startling metallic silver, more tears leaking down his face. He stared at Jack, blank and wide-eyed.

Ever so gently, Jack wiped the tears away. He managed a small, strained smile. "Hey..." Pitch continued to stare blankly at him. Then he rolled over, away from Jack. Jack snuggled up close to his back, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You were having a bad dream..."

"Comes with the territory..." Pitch muttered. His voice was rough with sleep and emotion, but his shaking had died down. A warm hand found Jack's, lacing their fingers together.

"Is this why I've never seen you sleep?" Jack asked quietly. He squeezed Pitch's fingers, tightening his arm around the older man.

"Partly," Pitch admitted. "The truth would be that sleep has never come easy for me since becoming the Nightmare King." He snorted. "The bad dreams are just icing on the nightmarish cake."

"But a few years ago..." Jack continued, Pitch rolling onto his back to look at him properly, "Sandy knocked you out with dreamsand. You dreamt then."

Pitch worked an arm under Jack as Jack cuddled into his chest, hot fingers sneaking up his hoodie to dance over cold skin. Jack traced his nails down Pitch's exposed chest. "The only time I ever have good dreams, I'm afraid," he whispered.

"Do you..." Jack swallowed thickly, "do you want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly," Pitch said quietly. His arm tightened on Jack and he buried his nose in Jack's hair. "Just... You being here is enough."

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, hand fisting over Pitch's heart. "Because if you need anything, to talk or- or if I need to do something I can!"

Pitch chuckled, the sound low and rumbling under Jack's hand. "I'm fine, Jack. It's not the first time and it certainly won't be the last."

"But"-

"Hush, Jack," Pitch said, and Jack could hear the smile in the old spirit's voice. "This is more than enough. Truly."

"Doesn't feel like it..." Jack mumbled through pursed lips. Jack could feel the smile pressed to his hair and he fought his own.

Silence lapsed between them, Jack's eyes starting to feel heavy again as summer had yet to fade and his body had yet to work through his recent lethargy. He blinked as he felt Pitch shift, adjusting as the man pulled out from under him. He tried not to pout, thinking the man was leaving him to sleep alone, but the Boogieman only rolled to the edge of the bed, leaning over it to grab his discarded robe. Jack propped up on an elbow, watching his lover rifle through the pockets before discarding the robe again, and lying back down. Pitch held out his arm again, and Jack was quick to snuggle back into that broad chest as fingers found their place on his hip. He pressed a kiss to Pitch's shoulder.

"What was that?" There was no real urgency for an answer in his tone.

Pitch was silent for a moment. His fingers tightened on Jack's hip. Jack felt his heart rate spike under his palm and he looked up at the man. Pitch's brows were drawn.

"Pitch?" he asked, worried.

"I..." Pitch started slowly, staring at the ceiling, "I want to... to show you something."

Jack gave him a reassuring smile even though the man wouldn't look at him. "Okay. What is it?"

"It's..." Pitch's brow furrowed. His lips pressed into a thin line. "Hm."

Jack propped himself up again, placing a cold hand to Pitch's cheeks and forcing the older man to look at him. "You don't have to if it's something painful," he said quietly. "Whatever secrets you have, you don't need to tell me. You never have to tell me if you don't want to or if you're not ready for me to know." He gave a small smile. "Even if I am burning with curiosity to know everything about you."

The silver in Pitch's metallic eyes bled gold and he managed a small smile. "Just being around me can burn you," the man stated with a leer.

Jack smacked his chest lightly. "Hey! I'm trying to be sincere and understanding right now, don't twist my words!"

"I would never do such a thing," Pitch lied. The hand on Jack's hip left to bury in white hair, petting it gently. "But I do appreciate the sentiment. Which is why I... It's..." Pitch groaned, scowling at the ceiling. "Why is this hard?" he growled to no one in particular.

Jack pressed a small kiss to the corner of Pitch's mouth. "Don't force yourself," he said. He laid back down, flicking a nail teasingly over one of Pitch's nipples. Pitch shivered under him. His other hand was suddenly forced in Jack's face, something metallic shining between his fingers.

"Here," Pitch grumbled. Jack's eyes grew wide, looking up at the Boogieman only to see him glaring up at the frost on the cavern ceiling. "Just... hm."

Jack took the small object, noticing the way Pitch's hand shook almost imperceptibly. It was a locket, smaller than his palm and shiny gold, the design on the edges long faded with time and from fingers running over the casing. Jack looked up again to see Pitch still staring at the ceiling, more resigned now than frustrated. The hand was back on his hip, fingers digging into his skin. Jack found the latch on the side and opened the locket.

Inside was the image a beautiful young girl, her long hair raven black and wild, butterfly clips keeping it out of her face. Her face was chubby with youth, her nose strong, and eyes golden, glowing with mischief and delight.

She was the spitting image of Pitch Black.

Jack's eyes watered as he stared down at her, at who she must have been, what she must have meant to Pitch. He sniffed quietly, trying to muffle it, to keep the older spirit from hearing it, but Pitch did anyway, rolling over to gather Jack in his arms and bury his face in white hair. They both exhaled shaky breaths, Jack still staring at the image of the girl from where he curled up against Pitch's chest.

"She's beautiful..." he whispered, so quiet he thought his lover might not hear.

"She was..." Pitch murmured back, and Jack's heart ached as tears froze on his lashes.

"You're daughter?" Jack asked quietly.

Pitch nodded again. "Did the Guardians tell you?"

Jack shook his head. "She looks so much like you..." He snapped the locket closed. "The Guardians know?"

A shaky exhale ruffled Jack's hair. "I didn't want them to know..." Pitch admitted quietly. "They were never supposed to know about her. I knew if they ever found out they would find a way to use it against me, and lo and behold, they did." He was barely holding back a snarl.

"Back in the Dark Ages, right?" Jack sighed as Pitch nodded again, arms tightening around him. "Kinda glad I missed all that... Sounds like such a drama fest." He cracked a small smile as Pitch huffed into his hair. "But thank you for telling me. I think I might have been pissed if I found out from the others..."

"I would have been pissed if they told you before me," Pitch grumbled. "She's not their's to talk about." He pulled away a little, enough to look down at the little gold locket cradled in Jack's hands. "I can't even talk about her..." he whispered brokenly.

Jack looked down at the locket. He traced the worn design Pitch must have traced a million times before, ran his fingers over the gold chain. He found the clasp, unlocking it. Then he reached up, working one arm under Pitch to hook the two ends back around his neck. The locket dangled awkwardly around Pitch's shoulder from how they lay, but the contrast of gold and ash made Jack smile. He ran his fingers over it, then traced them over Pitch's chest. He looked up. Pitch gazed back at him with wide eyes.

"You don't have to talk about her," Jack stated, "not if you're not ready. But when you are ready, I'll be hear to listen." He tapped the locket with a nail. "But you should be proud to show this off. Don't hide her away from the world."

Jack found himself crushed to Pitch's bare chest, arms tight around him as Pitch buried his face in his hair once more. He's pretty sure he heard the man mutter, "I won't..." and Jack smiled. He placed a gentle kiss to his Boogieman's chest, and held him back just as tight.

#i dont think this actually fits the prompt #harley writes #fic #my writing #blackice #rotg #pitch black #jack frost #kozmotis pitchiner

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thedo0zyslider · 6 months ago

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Displacement - 1k Words

It's been a few days since the Sunchaser crashed, and Webby some Feelings she needs to sort through.

It's been three, almost four days exactly, since the Sunchaser crashed. And it's been three, almost four days exactly, since Webby left McDuck Manor with her Granny. Since she left the only home she's ever had. It's been three, almost four days exactly, since her whole life fell apart.

It's not the first time Webby's wondered if getting on the Sunchaser that day was worth it. If investigating the Della Duck mystery in the first place was worth it. If any of what's happened over the past few months, minus meeting the boys and a handful of good adventures, were worth it; if they were just going to end in all this pain.

She's not sure she can decide weather all this was worth it or not. It's not it was her mom who went missing and most likely died, after all.

All she's sure she can do is try and tough it out, and be there for the boys while their family breaks apart. And her family too, if you count Webby in that.

She sighs quietly, looking up at the celling, feeling the houseboat rock around her. The couch she's laying on is not very comfortable. (Especially not compated to the ones in the manor...) She imagines it was at one point, years ago probably; otherwise it might not have been bought. She wishes it was still that comfortable for now, so she could get some good sleep on.

Webby and her Granny have been staying on Donald's houseboat since leaving McDuck Mansion. It's nothing temporary, of course, just somewhere to stay until they find their own place. The houseboat isn't big enough for six people, anyways, let alone four growing ducklings. They couldn't stay, even if they wanted too. (Webby isn't so sure she wants too, anyways.)

Currently, it's three in the morning, and Webby is laying on her temporary bed: the aforementioned uncomfortable couch. She's should've been asleep hours ago, but she's not. For whatever reason, sleep won't claim her tonight. It's been doing that a lot recently, leaving her awake for hours and hours and incredibly tired the next day.

She thinks she knows why, even if Webby pretends like she doesn't.

"This is a family matter. You are not family!"

Webby makes a whining noise at the memory, then buries her face in the arm of the couch. She's hates that memory, which sucks because she's been remembering it a lot these past few days. Her brain like, really enjoys tormenting her with that! It's a bit upsetting.

The memory, and Scrooge's words, sting. They sting a lot. The statement has caused her to tear up in the moment, back on the Sunchaser where it had first been uttered. It makes her eyes watery all the same now, almost four days later. She doesn't know why he said that. Webby doesn't know why Scrooge does anything, not anymore. Not after learning what happened to Della...

Frankly, she didn't understand how she wasn't family! She'd been told to call him Uncle Scrooge and everything! They had their own solo adventure without the boys! That's like, the most family you can get without actually being biologically related! It's didn't make sense!

Webby presses her face against the couch harder, and lets out a small scream as quietly as she can. She has no idea if it's actually quiet, but figures it's fine. Granny isn't here to be concerned about her, Launchpad hasn't spent the night again, and the boys and Donald are sound enough sleepers. At least, she thinks so anyways. There's no one to wake up with her little girl screams of stupid distress.

Not even five minutes later, there's a distinct sound of webbed feet on wood flooring, and it's approaching the houseboat's living room. The one she's currently in right now. The steps are too heavy to be the boys, but she knows them. It's the same footsteps she used to hear every morning for the past six months, making breakfast and shambling around the kicten; even though Granny is very capable of doing it herself.

It seems Webby had screamed louder than she thought.

"Webby?" A famillar voice calls, groggy with sleep but just as slurred as ever. Webby resists the urge to scream into the couch again, lest it wake anyone else up. If that had even woken him up in the first place. It's probably had...

It seemed like Donald Duck was a lighter sleeper than she had thought, as well.

"Oh, uh, hi Mr. Duck-" Webby splutters, fumbling to sit up properly. His entrance had not been very anticipated, despite the prior and very audible footsteps coming her way. She was still bad at timing when people would enter a room. And also when they would speak to her. Webby was working on it.

"Just Uncle Donald will do." The older duck says, a small smile rigging at his beak. Webby just nods absently, then immediately starts her anxiety word vomit. Another thing she's tried to work on. This one probably won't be broken anytime soon. Or ever. It's her longest standing one.

"Yeah haha, Uncle Donald, right. What're you doing up so late, getting a glass of water, or maybe a midnight snack or-?"

"Webby, slow down!' Donald says, holding his hands out infront of him. He takes a few steps forward, till he's infornt of the couch and infront of her. His interruption stops her word vomit, and Webby falls silent once again. She still feels bad. She still feels upset. Donald can probably tell, if the screaming into the couch didn't give it away. She's not very good at hiding these things.

Sometimes, Webby wishes she was better at it. If only for her not-family's sake.

"Webby, what's bothering you?" Donald says, moving to take a seat on the couch. Webby hastily scoots over, to make room for him. She probably scoots a lot farther than she needs too. She wasn't taking up too much space on the couch to begin with.

"Oh, it's nothing important really." She shrugs, fiddling with the fabric of her sleep pants idly. Totally not because of nerves, or anything silly like that. "Not as important as what the guys are going through."

"No, it's just as important." Donald insists, the grip on her shoulder tightening a bit. But not too much. Webby can tell he's being careful not to huet her. It's very sweet. "You're part of this family too. You're issues matter just as much as the boys"

"Oh." She says, surprised. Webby hadn't been expecting that, not after the last family(? not-family?) heart-to-heart they had. It makes her feel a million times better and a million times more confused all at once. "Thanks."

Donald gives her a smile now, one bigger than his previous. His overall expression is very parent-like right now. It's reminding Webby of her Granny a lot, actually. "So, what's going on?"

"Um," Webby starts, then pauses, then fiddles with the fabric of her clothes some more. She pauses for a long while. Donald doesn't pressure her to say anything. All he does is wait ppaitnetlyand encouragingly at her side, until Webby can get her voice to work again. "While we were on the Sunchaser, Scrooge said I wasn't family."

"Oh." Donald says, already taking a deep breath or two. That is decidedly not a good sign for him and Scrooge's relationship going forward, if it will ever exist again. "Oh boy."

If Donald is mad, he's careful not to show it. That doesn't stop Webby from inferring anything, but it's sweet that he tries. She's pretty sure he's mad at Scrooge, not her. And Webby can't blame him. She's found herself being mad at the old man herself, rather surprisingly.

"Scrooge was wrong. You are apart of this family." Donald says eventually, after a decently long pause and a few more deep (and what Webby assumes are calming) breaths. "Weather he likes it or not."

"Then why did he say that?" She mutters, gaze pointedly fixed on the wall infront of them. A warm, comforting hand is placed on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. Webby appreciates the gesture more than she thought she might.

"I don't know Webs, I don't know." Uncle Donald sighs, sounding a lot more tired and old than he should be at thirty something. Webby pretends not to notice it, knowing Donald likes apperaing strong for the kids. "I don't know why that old geezer does anything, not anymore."

"Me neither." She agrees, remembering how she used to think of Scrooge so highly. Webby doesn't think she holds him to that regard anymore. He's still objectively awesome, just not the same man she had been idolizing for so long. It hurt that he wasn't. Webby decided to deal with that later, once she'd gotten a bit more sleep. "Thank you, Uncle Donald."

"Of course, darling. Anytime." Donald smiles again, wider this time, and wraps her into a small side hug. Webby lets her head fall on his shoulder, feeling secure with her Uncle's arm wrapped around her. It was nice. Having a family. It was really nice.

It was really nice that Scrooge had been wrong.

"Can we make some hot cocoa?" She asks, knowing she won't be able to sleep tonight. And Granny had always made that when she felt upset before, back in the mansion. (She's pretty sure it's like, four AM anyways. No since in going to sleep when ghe boys will be up in 2-3 hours.)

"Yeah, we can. Come on." Donald says, and leads her into the kitchen. Webby follows, feeling a lot lighter than she had twenty minutes ago.

She's still got some Feelings Things to work through, but they feel infinitely more manageable now that she had Uncle Donald and the rest of their family by her side.

#ron.fic #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #webby vanderquack #donald duck #ducktales fanfiction

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thequeenofthedisneyverse · 9 months ago

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Antonio Madrigal's Journey - Chapter 1: Only the beginning of the adventure

Pepa paced around her room as wind swirls around her feet and a cloud drips water on her head. She dreaded this day, as did Felix. Yeah, Pepa, her hermana, and hermano did this at his age, but that doesn't mean she won't be any less worried. Today was the day after Antonio's twelfth birthday. A day where he finally sets out on his own to earn the right to keep his gift.

Their journey wasn't all that unsafe, it was rather pleasant. Save for almost getting drowned in a mudslide. But hey, they still kept their gifts in the end and met amazing people that they are still friends with till this day.

And it's not like all the other madrigal journeys were unsafe, heck most of them barely even got a paper cut on theirs. Mirabel didn't get a gift, but she still went out on her own anyway when she turned twelve.

It was unexpected but everyone understood her need to go. It was her birth given right regardless of a gift. Thankfully she was able to find a witch on her journey who taught her everything she needed to know about magic. In the end she still had fun and met amazing people like all the other madrigals did.

But still, Pepa was worried. Something in her soul told her something was legitimately wrong. Maybe she could ask Bruno for a vision? Yes! That was perfect…why didn’t she think of this earlier?

While Felix was sleeping Pepa snuck out of their shared room and quietly stepped over to Brunos. She wasn’t sure if Dolores was awake or not but she surely did not want to wake her up. Her room wasn’t all that sound proof as it is.

So slowly and quietly, she crept to Bruno’s room and knocked on the door five times. After a few moments or so, she knocked again…and again. Soon enough, Bruno opened the door.

“Jeez Pepa, I heard you! And I already know why you're here so come in.” Bruno blue a raspberry as he let his sister in his room.

“Did you have a vision?”

“Yes”

“What did you see?”

“...do you want me to tell you or do you want to see for yourself?” Bruno looked at his sister worriedly. He already saw what was on the vision tablet and therefore, wished he didn’t have one at all.

“Why are you asking me that…is…is something going to happen to Antonio?” She looked her brother straight in the eye as she asked this.

Bruno nodded.

“I’ll ask again, would you rather me tell you are see for yourself, Pepa”

Antonio had been awake since 6:30 this morning. He was so excited. How could he sleep? This was such an amazing experience...but he was also a little scared. And sad.

He was leaving his home for the first time. He was leaving his family for the first time. Pico has been listening to his endless ramblings since 6:30 this morning as well. Much to his dismay.

"I don't know how to feel about this Pico, on one hand. We're going on an adventure. On the other we're leaving home! Leaving the family behind and...I just don't know...I-"

"So, sleep is not on our schedule today, huh?" The bird had a flat semi-annoyed expression. Simply sitting on a branch above him.

Antonio looked over to the toucan with furrowed brows and the same irritated expression. "This is serious Pico! WE'RE LEAVING HOME!"

"Which is why WE SHOULD'VE SLEPT! Now, we're going to have to be awake and sleepy the whole way."

"I'm not tired"

"Yeah, you're saying that NOW"

Antonio rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. The nerve of this bird. The young boy looked around his jungle room. Still as beautiful as it was when he first laid eyes on it when he was five.

Man... that was such a long time ago. Ok, it was only seven years ago but still. A lot of time has passed. His Hermana Dolores got married and is expecting two babies. His Hermano Camilo is now engaged, Mirabel owns her own seamstress shop, Isabela teaches a paint class and is currently helping Mirabel with new types of fashion ideas, and so much more.

He'll be gone missing all of it but thankfully he could send letters through steam airship mail services. And Pico volunteered to send letters back and forth if nothing else was available. And unfortunately for the poor bird, that will soon happen.

Antonio didn't know how to feel about this but no use in worrying about it now. It was time to go, and he had to get ready. The boy huffed and puffed out his chest. Here he goes.

"Here I go again, I'm gonna go to a world outside the world I'm in. No more day dreamin again, I finally got the chance-"

Pico perked his head up and stared straight at Antonio with a 'are you serious?' expression.

"No, no, no, no, no, NO! Don't you start! This is not a singing mom-"

"When I feel my fears starin’ at me, I tell it just wait and see"

Antonio got off his hammock, hopping from branch to branch down to the center of his treehouse.

"I know who I’m gonna be, I know who I’m gonna be. The worlds half asleep it’s gonna wake up and see"

He ran over to a nearby waterfall and began his morning routine. Shower, brush his teeth, and get dressed. There's not really much else.

A light brown vest, white button shirt, and dark orange pants. Finished off with a light-yellow ascot and simple brown shoes. Can't go wrong with simplicity. Once that was done, he took a large travel backpack next to the chest and stuffed it with all the clothes from inside the chest.

Pico, looking down at the singing boy, rolled his eyes and flew down a few inches away from the boy's feet.

"He's doing this...he's really doing this right now" The bird thought to himself.

Antonio went all over the place adding any and everything he could without overstuffing it.

"If it’s a million to one, I’m gonna be that one and if it’s a shot in the dark I’m gonna be the sun"

The sun was rising in his room, a beautiful orange glow shining over the prospering jungle. All the flowers, the ones Isa helped him plant and just the ones that were already there, started to bloom beautifully. The animals in his room were beginning to wake up and skitter about.

It was beautiful, honestly. But at the moment, it's something Antonio couldn't focus on right now.

“And I just can’t afford to be wrong, even when I’m afraid…You’re gonna know my name. You’re gonna know my name”

Antonio thought back to all the stories his older siblings and cousins told him about their journeys. With every single one they all helped so many people in different ways. Some towns know them by name from all their efforts.

He couldn’t wait for him to go out and finally get to do all that stuff. Not to mention, the Miracle always promises new additions to his gift like all the others did. Something else he couldn’t wait for.

His mama can make any weather appear with her emotions, sense when storms are coming, and can semi-remove them. However, the third one can take a lot out of her. Dolores can hear all things but also silence everything around her if she wants, as well as using sound waves to push away anything deemed as a threat. However, the third one can tire her quickly so she doesn’t do it often.

Camilo can shapeshift into humans, animals, and can partially see into the memories of the person. But just like his sister and mother, he can only do it partially and it takes a lot of energy from him.

“I can barely sleep ‘cause my heart is always racing, chasing, pacing ‘round the room. Livin’ carefully is something I don’t wanna do”

Tonito was always the adventurous type. Albeit a little shy and quiet, but still up for adventure. Pepa could count on many fingers about how many times he disappeared to go explore a new area.

Not only that, but there were occasions when Antonio would swing Isabela’s vines while they were both out foraging. He was never afraid of heights, quite opposite actually, the higher the better for him. So, when he got the hang of swinging on vines in his room, he would swing as high as he could to see above the canopy.

You have no idea how many times he got hurt doing that..and how many times he had to run from his mother and father’s belt.

Now all he had left to do was say goodbye. And that…was surprisingly the most scary part. Antonio looked at the clock on a small section of his tree. It would strike at 7:30 in twenty minutes. Time for when he would have to truly say goodbye to his family and leave…for a year.

“When I feel my fears staring at me I tell it just wait and see, I know who I’m gonna be…I know who I’m gonna be. The world's half asleep it’s gonna wake up and see…If it’s a million to one I’m gonna be that one…”

“...you are a very dramatic kid, you know that?” Pico asked

“And you are a very annoying bird, ever think of that?”

After packing everything he could, the young boy sat in front of his tree with his animal friends all surrounding him. All giving him their best wishes of course.

Antonio heard a familiar guttural yawn behind him and turned around. There was his old jaguar friend Parce. Now standing at thirteen years old, which is old in Jaguar years. He technically only had two more years left but…that’s something Toni didn’t like thinking about.

“Good Morning Antonio, did you sleep well?” The old cat snuggled up against Tonito's side, causing the boy to lift up his arm.

“I did old amigo, did you?”

The old creature nodded as it stretched its legs and arched its back. “I slept well thank you, I see I made it before your departure”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for the others to…to…say goodbye I guess.” Antonio looked down at the coati in his lap in sorrow. Slowly petting it as he got lost in thought. This was finally happening. REALLY happening.

“You are scared, young cub” The jaguar bluntly let out.

“What? No, pssh, I’m not scared! Just nervous is all but it’s all good really.” Antonio tried to play it off but he knew it was true. He was scared.

“Hmm, alright then” Parce wasn't one to pry so he let it go. But he could feel that his cub was nervous. All of the animals could, they just chose not to acknowledge it. To not make him close off any of his thoughts.

Antonio was a quiet kid when he was upset, so it was best to keep him happy so he can always open up.

Some more minutes passed before he heard Mirabel’s signature knocking at his door. The tween gently took the Coati off of his lap and sat it beside him. After that he quickly got up and began to walk toward his door.Pico and Parce followed closely behind him.

Last breakfast he’ll have with his family for a year. Better make it count. He breathed in a deep sigh as he touched the doorknob. A quick flash of his ceremony day flashed before him. It made him smile.

He shook off all the negative emotions and opened the door. Ready to greet his family for the last time. The boy quickly ran downstairs and to the backyard where the breakfast table was already set up.

As always, the food smelled good and delectable. When he was about to say something, he felt a hand ruffle his curly hair. Ugh, Camilo.

“Hey Hermano, sleep well?”

Camilo had the audacity to act like he wasn’t worried or scared about today. Just as chill as any other day huh, Milo?

“Stooop, you know I hate that!”

Antonio smacked his hand away and glared at his big brother. Camilo, in return, stuck his tongue out at him. And Antonio did the same, a smile creeping into his lips right afterwards. He quickly took a seat next to his papa, with his mama on the left of him. Dolores sat next to her husband, Mariano, and Camilo sat next to his Fiance, Miguel.

Mirabel sat on the other side of the table, on her right was Luisa, and on her left was Isabela. Sitting next to Isa was their mother Julieta, and on Julie’s left was her husband. The whole blue family looked happy and peaceful. No pressure or unhappiness of any kind.

And as always, Alma sat at the head of the table. Now at eighty two years old, still the strong matriarch she used to be. Albeit a little slower, but that just comes with age. And trust me, she doesn’t let her age get in the way of her fun.

Bruno sat at the end of the table, in no way did that mean he was excluded or left out. That was just his favorite sitting area. His hands were nervously clasped together while looking at Pepa. Oh boy….

Pepa had a noticeable heavy black cloud over her head. Rain was coming down upon her as she looked at Felix. He put his hand on hers and squeezed, offering a sympathetic smile. Felix saw the vision tablet too…and he knew what was about to come.

“Antonio, familia, I have something to share with you. It’s something that none of us want to hear but it needs to be said,” Pepa held a somber look as she stared at her plate. Unable to look Antonio in the eye. Not willing to see the heartbreak in his eyes.

“Antonio will not be going on his journey. That is final.”

The table was silent as they all looked at her in confusion and shock. Antonio even more so. What the hell is she on about?

“What…?” Tonito quietly asked, unsure if he really heard what he just heard. Pepa wouldn’t look him in the eye so he looked at his father. Felix thought it would be best if he spoke up.

“I’m sorry Tontito but…your place is here. Not out there, this is for a reason son. Please, understand”

Bruno covered his face and groaned, this was not going to end well. He could feel it in his gut. The family looked in Bruno’s direction. This has something to do with him. Dolores had already heard the information from the early morning. She was just quietly waiting for the inevitable shoe to drop.

Bruno…..did you have a vision?” Alma asked and adjusted her green glasses.

Bruno simply hummed and quickly grabbed a cup of juice, filling his mouth with it so he wouldn’t have to explain anything. Alma saw right through that and narrowed her eyes with a raised brow. What was he hiding?

“I…I don’t understand. I’ve been preparing to leave for weeks I don’t- ” Antonio shook his head and looked up at his mama, who still couldn't look him in the eye.

“Antonio, this is for the best. I’m not arguing or taking any “buts” or pleads from you.” She said sternly and thunder could be heard from the cloud over her head.

Alma looked at her daughter and decided to speak up, “Pepa, what is the meaning of this. Why can’t he go?”

“I’ll explain later mama, not right now.”

Oh Antonio wasn’t about to let this slide, not by a long shot. “No”

Pepa looked up at him, Tonito has never been defiant or rebellious before, so this was new. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me mama, NO! I’d at least like to know WHY I can’t go” Tonito demanded. In the back of his head, he was sure something probably went wrong in the vision tablet. But still, he would at least like to know the details. Maybe it was avoidable if he just SAW it.

Pepa felt a little flabbergasted and appalled that Antonio had the audacity to do this. She understood why he felt the way he felt, but she wasn’t ready to tell him.

She took a deep breath to come herself, “Antonio, I’m not going to argue with you. My words are final.”

“But-”

“NO ANTONIO! DO NOT ASK ME AGAIN!” Thunder rang out through the house. Pepa glared at her son for dominance of the situation, as did Antonio. The sound made everyone jump and caused Dolores to wince from the impact.

Antonio growled and pushed the table away from him and stormed off to his room. Parce and Pico followed soon after just for some support and comfort he will likely need.

Pepa counted from 1-10 in her mind, Felix helped by coaxing her to breathe in and out. They both knew this was for the best. They could take Antonio’s anger and oncoming silent treatment over his inevitable end.

The rest of the family was told what was in Bruno’s vision, one vision showed him in a situation that was very confusing and concerning. The other was where Antonio was in a situation that showed…something very terrible regarding his life.

Now, they all understood why Antonio could just not go out there. Hopefully in due time, Tonito would be of age where they could tell him why he couldn’t go. And hopefully, he’ll understand.

The day passed on as usual, everyone doing their daily duties and chores. Antonio however, stayed in his room all day. Never even coming down for lunch or dinner. Not like he needed to, there were fruit trees of all sorts in his room. So, he had no need to come down whatsoever.

On the inside, he was seething mad. His intuition screamed at him to go, but he didn’t want to go against his mother’s wishes. All day he was fighting with himself to no end. It was honestly infuriating.

His animals attempted to speak to him as maturely as they could. In which they all took his mama’s side, much to his dismay.

“She just wants you to be safe, young one”

“Mothers always know what’s best”

“Don’t be so upset, little cub. She’s just trying to protect from something terrible”

On and on, and on. None of them really made him feel better but he did see things from her perspective. But he just wished he saw the vision tablet, maybe it’s something he could avoid if he thought hard on it.

Soon nightfall came, and everyone headed off to bed. Some concern was there for Antonio, but they thought it was best to just leave him alone. It was getting late and Antonio decided to finally take it down a notch. He climbed up his large tree, hopping from branch to branch, to his hammock bed.

After he laid his head down, he slept for a couple hours. Irritating slumber as his dreams showed him out on the open road. But everything would switch from calm beautiful scenery, laughing with people he couldn’t fully see, to monsters chasing him away.

Until he heard it…a small symphonic tune that called for him, again, and again. His eyes shot open at the fourth “call”. He sat up and looked around, no one but sleeping animals and fireflies were there.

Tonito shook his head and laid back down, putting his pillow over his head to ignore the sound.

“Go…go little one…you must go”

Antonio’s hand lifted the pillow ever so slightly to his angry face. A groan escaped him as he sat up again.

“Go little one, you must go”

Out of irritation, Antonio made his way off his hammock and out of his tree using the mushroom steps and across the little bridge. After stepping over a few animals, he made it down. The tree he had was illuminated with many lanterns sitting on tree branches. All of which would turn themselves off when the sun came, and come on when the moon came.

It made everything look so surreal and calming. However, Antonio wasn’t really in a calm state. More so anxious and confused. That damn sound would not leave him alone.

“Go now, you have the chance-”

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Antonio got so frustrated he decided to speak to it, “I can hear you, but I won’t. Some look for trouble, while others don’t.” The teen boy walked further into his jungle home, far behind the tree to clear his head.

He looked up at the moon and sighed, “There’s a thousand reasons I should go about my day, and ignore your whispers which I wish would go away ooooh”

He heard the sound again and rolled his eyes, mocking the sound “Oooooh”

And there it was again, irritatingly, there it was again. Antonio began to walk faster, as if the faster he walked, the farther away he could get from the sound. But that was untrue because it just kept coming.

“You're not a voice! You're just a ringing in my ear, and if I heard you, WHICH I DON’T! I’m spoken for, I fear.”

He looked around the jungle, expecting to see the thing calling out to him. All small, look at the hot air balloon that was still sitting behind his tree.Still waiting to be turned on and used for adventure. Unfortunately, there was nothing there. But he could hope.

“Everyone I’ve ever loved is here within these walls, I’m sorry secret siren but I’m blocking our calls. I don’t need an adventure…I don’t need something new…” Antonio thought about his words, how he was lying to himself. He longed for an adventure for the longest time.

Ever since he learned about Madrigal’s going on adventures when they were 12.

He thought about the sound calling out to him to go. How it could be just himself or…maybe something that’s trying to get him to go out there. To see the world and all it has to offer…or something that wants to hurt him. So many possibilities.

“I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you, into the unknown!”

The symphonic call sang two more times. Urging him to follow his intuition and HIS instincts. He wanted to do it so much. He needed to. But…what if he was going to make a mistake and mess up? What if he leads himself to his own demise…or what if discovers something amazing?

He walks down the hill to a river and stares down at himself. Seeing his reflection and the moon above shimmering in the water.

“What do you want? ‘Cause you’ve been keeping me awake…are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake.” But then he thought more about it, maybe this could be something great. “Or are you someone out there who knows what’s truly me, who knows deep down…I’m not where I’m meant to be…”

All the madrigals had their adventures and lived to tell the tale. Lived to see new places, new people, and the thrill of experiencing something new. Antonio wanted that, he wanted all of it. Every single bit of it.

“I want to feel my power grow, don’t you know there’s part of me that longs to goooo”

All of a sudden, an orange wisp appeared to him. A magical little flame that swirled around him and flew off poofing into beautiful glittering smoke. The teen boy walked into the smoke and images started appearing before him.

“Into the unknown…”

The dwarf kingdom, the Elf kingdom, the orc kingdom, and the dragon kingdom. All four places are what Antonio is aware of but never been to. Only heard about them in stories from his parents or tio’s elven and dwarf friends.

Then…the rulers appeared tall and strong, standing above him. All looking down at him and smiling. The rulers of prosperous kingdoms were smiling at him. But how could that be? Was he going to meet them?

But if that were true…what didn’t his mother see? Was there something wrong?

“Are you out there? Do you know me? Can you feel me? Can you show me?”

The wisp took all of the magical images away and showed new ones. Ones of stone giants, trolls, Wargs, Rhosgobel Rabbits, Orcs, Elves, dragons, dwarves, were-beasts and beings, walking trees, creatures of which Antonio did not recognize but it still looked awesome!

Was this his journey? How could it be so fantastic? What was waiting for him when he left.

Most of the beasts shown were creatures Antonio should have been afraid of. However, he has never been afraid of anything. His family could literally kill with the gifts they had, even him. So why should he be afraid of anything?

The wisp showed new images; A sword, armor, a bow and arrow, a what looked like a whip sword. And in an instant, the wisp took all of the pictures away and swirled around Antonio again. Leaving him to chase after it.

“Where are you going, don't leave me alone! How do I follow you-”He follows the light up to a cliff, running as fast as he can to catch it.

And then, it disappeared…puffing into smoke that dissipated into the air.

“Into the unknown…”

Antonio panted as he tried to understand what just happened. What the actual hell??? As he thought about it. He realized that…he couldn’t be here. He can’t be here. And with a look of determination, Antonio ran back to his tree and started to pack up again. To hell with his mothers fears, he was needed for something important.

He didn’t know what but he knew somewhere in his gut that he needed to GO. So, that’s what he was going to do.

Some spare clothes, books, and the gold coins he saved up from doing his chores and helping out around the village. Which was about 20,000 coins give or take. Enough for him to buy whatever he needed along the way.

All that moving around caused Parce to wake up, a little irritated that his slumber was disturbed.

“There better be a good reason you have woken me, little cub.”

Antonio looked at the cat and whispered, “of course there is, we’re leaving.” The boy said, leaving no room for argument.

The jaguar looked puzzled at that statement, “But I thought we weren’t. Your mother had said so herself.”

“Yeah well…now we are. I’m needed out there for something important, I just know it.”

Parce didn’t quite know what to say to that, what could he say to the determined child?

“Alright…” the creature stretched its limbs and back, “Should I step into the flying balloon then?”

“No, we’ll sleep until early morning, right now it’s only-!” He looked at the clock, “it’s only two thirty , we’ll wake at six PM.”

Without any more words, the jaguar walked into the hot air balloon, laid down, and attempted to go back to sleep. Antonio stopped moving around to think about what he needed. He got it and walked down the mushroom steps attached to the tree and made his way out of his room.

He needed some memorabilia from everyone in his family. Something that he will just “borrow” for the time being as well. The first room he snuck into was his hermano Camilo’s room. As soon as he stepped inside he heard his brother snoring loudly. It made the teen chuckle.

When he further stepped into the room, spot lights shined themselves on him. Causing the boy to jump in fear. But he needed this, needed light to see where he was going.

Quietly, he speed walked up to the stage of his room and to the right, walking up some steps. After that, slowly he stepped his way over to Camilo’s closet and opened it. A creak was heard but nothing more than that.

Once opened, Antonio quickly snatched a ruana from the closet, closed it, and ran off the stage. Meeting the floor with a thud and running toward the bedroom door. One item has already been achieved.

Next room was Mirabel’s. Why didn’t he go to Dolores’ room? Because that would be the dumbest thing he could do. He was praying she didn’t hear his steps as it is. Going into her room would wake her up instantly. And he already had a sewn ascot from her anyway, he’ll wear that on the journey.

When he made it to Mira’s room, he slowly crept inside. It was dark so the only thing he could do was get on his knees and crawl toward Mirabel’s bed. His hand reached for a basket, somewhere he knew her knitting needles would be.

And just like he hoped, they were there, as well as some yarn. The next thing he needed was her sewing needles. But even if he made it over to her dresser, there was no way he could find the needles.

So, in an act of courage, he stood and walked over to her window. Removing the hatch and opening it ever so slightly to illuminate the room. After that, he tip-toed over to the dresser and opened it, quietly moving the objects in the way.

After a few seconds of searching, he found them as well as some fabric. Items three (knitting needles), four (yarn), five (sewing needles), and six (fabric patches) are archived. These would come in handy if he ever needed to patch a hole or make a quick shawl or something of the like.

The next two things he needed were a vest from his tio agustin, Luisa’s wrist guards, Isabela’s signature colorful waist scarf. Some random fabric she liked to wear for some reason that Antonio only understood as a style choice. It has smudges of paint and powder on it from so many projects of hers. The guards were too big for his tiny wrists but he could cut and sew them into a size that he could fit into, same for the vest.

So, just like he did with Camilo and Mirabel’s rooms, he snuck in and out of all three rooms with ease. The last item he got was from downstairs. Juelita’s cookbook. Antonio was aware that she had tons more locked away somewhere. He overheard a conversation that his mother and aunt were having.

Something something, “if a fire ever happened, my signature cookbook as well as the family photo album would be like in a fireproof chest under my bed”

So, the one he was taking from the kitchen wouldn’t affect her too much. He swiped the book and quickly but quietly ran up the stairs to his room. Stuffing all the items into his backpack once he got a hold of it.

Antonio grabbed a lantern from his tree, which he cursed himself for not thinking of earlier, and went back out for six more items. Three shirts from his father, his mothers head scarf, Tio Bruno's ruana, and his abuela’s shawl . There was no way those things weren’t going with him.

As he did all of the others, he snuck into his parents room and took three shirts from his fathers closet. Antonio had to sit the lantern down to stuff the shirts under his arm, then pick up the lantern again.

The next item was his mama’s scarf, which he took from her dresser. He stuffed the scarf from his arm and was about to leave, but something stopped him.

Antonio lifted up the lantern in the direction of his parents’ bed. He looked at them sadly as the realization of what he was doing finally kicked in. He was leaving them. When both of them told him to stay for his safety.

He made his way over to their bed, Pepa’s side specifically. He bent down and kissed her on the head, then he went over to his papa and did the same.

“I love you both but…I have to go. I’ll try to be back as soon as I can” He quietly whispered. Truly saddened that he couldn’t stay for them.

After that he left to get the two other items and went back to his room to put the last of them into his backpack.

“Don’t cry.” Antonio thought to himself, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, this is for the best and it’s happening for a reason. They’ll understand in due time.”

Once everything was packed, Antonio set his alarm clock and crawled back up to his hammock. Sighing as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. Today will be a day of adventure, something he will NOT let slip through his fingers.

Six thirty came about rather quickly, and Antonio hated that. The quicker time went by, the faster it came time for Antonio to leave his family.

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

Antonio did his daily morning routine and ended it with getting dressed in most of his family’s clothing. His father's gold button up shirt with triangle patterns on the ends of it. It was a little big on him but something he could deal with by just tucking in the shirt.

His mother’s orange scarf wrapped around his head and Dolores’ sewn ascot around his neck. On top of his shirt was Camilo's orange ruana, on his waist was Isabela's waist scarf, and lastly Luisa's wrist bands that he edited to fit him.

After that, he wrote a letter to his family.

“Dear familia, I know I was told to stay but I simply cannot do that. I’m needed somewhere out there and I must follow my instincts and intuition. If fate permits, I will see you all by my thirteenth birthday. I love you all so much, so please forgive me for what I have done.

With love, Antonio Madrigal”

It was short but what else could he add? He was hearing voices so he decided to go out into the wide world on a hunch? Don’t think so. Antonio left the note on a mushroom step, a spot someone should see when they enter his room.

Pico was still asleep so Antonio carefully held the nest he was sleeping in and took it to the hot air balloon, where Parce was sleeping, and placed it at the bottom of the wicker basket. The bird would be told the news when he awoke.

The envelope (balloon part) of the contraption had patches of red, orange, yellow, and brown reinforced fabric. Colors that show his side of the family. The basket that Antonio stood in had blues, purples, magentas, and greens to show the blue family, his abuela, and uncle. Personally weaved by a dwarf friend of Pepa and Juleita. The only dwarf Antonio has ever met in his life.

Dwarves, Orcs, Elves, and dragon borns were a rarity to find among people. They were only seen out of their kingdoms when they had business overseas or left their kingdom as a way of escaping someone.

Simply seeing the colors almost made the boy cry but he remained strong and stern, he had a purpose in this. He just didn’t know what it was yet. But he soon would find out, and oh boy, would part of him had wished he stayed home.

Pepa woke up in a cold sweat, she saw her youngest baby in a state of peril, and she could do nothing to help. And before she could see him fully slain, she woke up. What on earth did she just see? No…no…no…no, that wasn’t going to happen. Her son was safe in his room…holding a grudge.

She needed to talk to him. To get him to understand why she said no. Maybe then he’ll understand, and possibly it’ll scare him into staying home and never stepping outside until he turns thirteen. Yeah, that should work.

As she sat up she noticed that she was drenched in water and a heavy black cloud was above her head. Great, she more than likely drenched the bed. She looked over at her husband, who was also wet, and he was still sleeping.

So slowly and quietly, she got off her bed and snuck out of her room once more. As she made her way to his room, she noticed that his door was open. That was strange, surely he didn’t run away…right?!

She opened the door and walked inside to see no sign of her son. Not even in his hammock. Her heart skipped a beat. Thunder clapped in her dark cloud. Quickly, she ran over to the tree and walked up the mushroom steps, into the middle section of the tree. She looked up and her son was not there at all. Pepa started to panic.

“Antonio!” she yelled in fear, where was her baby?!

As she was about to make her way down the steps again, she saw an envelope on a mushroom step. She walked down a few steps and picked it up, opened it, and read it.

A storm will be approaching Encanto very soon….

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