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soxcietyy · 10 months

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Swan lake

Danced Yuta x danced reader

After practicing for so long for the role of the white swan your world came crashing down once you heard "black swan" falling down your coaches lips. Things seem to always be going wrong since then but whenever Yuta appears it’s as if he was the answer to all your problems.

SIX YEARS, you’ve been practicing for the role of the white swan for six years. Your Studio was one of the few that had two different people play Odette and Odile. Obviously your studio didn’t preform swan lake every year so you’ve have to wait. The few times they have done it you have gotten minor roles. This irked you knowing how long and hard you’ve practiced for this role. Your mom has made your practice non stop for this day. You remember hearing the same sentence over and over again.

"Elegant like a swan sweetheart, if you don’t get this role this time I’ll have to give up on this dream."

You walk inside the studio to see everyone getting ready for auditions. Your hands are shaking feeling so nervous. You look to your right to see a group of girls practicing the same moves. You see as they hold hands and dance the dance of the little swans. They’re in complete synth and have a beautiful form until they stop and take a rest. You let out a groan as you think about being next. Watching everyone practice made you doubt yourself. From the corner of your eye you see Yuta looking at you.

"Are you nervous?" He asks as he sits down on the floor with you.

You unzip your bag and pull out your beat up point shoes. Nervous would be an understatement, you wanted to throw up, rip your hair, scream at the top of your lungs.

"I’m totally fine, matter a fact Iv never been so confident." You smile at him as you put your shoes on, lacing them around your legs and making sure they feel right. Yuta has been here for a few years now. He’s gotten major roles like the rat king and Romeo. He always got dark like characters due to his appearance and presence.

"Your auditioning for the Prince?" You ask curious to know what he was aiming for.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, not really made for that. I’m just going to be a back up dancer for the Prince maybe."

You smile agreeing with him. You couldn’t imagine him being Prince Siegfried.

"How about you? Let me guess…you strike me for a black swan type of girl." He says.

You finish putting your points on and stand up immediately. The black swan was the last thing you wanted. It’s like having the fact that you were good but not good enough smacked in the face. You place your bag on Yutas lap making him look up at you confused.

"Something even better" you say before leaving to the center of the room.

You feel all eyes on you as they call out your name signaling that your next. Taking one final breath you place one foot a bit behind and the other forward, your right up in the air, then the music starts to play. You began to dance like you’ve always practiced. Feeling how the music guides your body making you hit the right moves at the right time. You hear how the chattering in the back quiets down. How everyone is looking at you surprised.

You dance with elegance, with grace, with all your heart. Remembering all the lessons you’ve been taught. All the things your mother has said to you. All thoes videos of the white swans you’ve watched. The blogs you’ve read that had hundreds of tips. You made sure to make a good impression. To make the judges look at you in awe. You play in your head as if you were actually on stage. As if you were the white swan dancing infront of hundreds of people. You were going to get this role no matter what. You knew you were capable of this. You turned your body sharply and and look at the judges. They looked amazed at you. Then the music stops.

You pause and look up to see your dance teacher stand up. They all clapped and cheered you on. "I think we found out black swan." You hear him say.

You felt like a knife stabbed you in the heart. Did you mishear what he said? He said white swan, right?

"Excuse me?" You say looking around for anyone to answer you.

"Youre our black swan."

What did you do wrong? All that hard work, all those days, all that time just to get the black swan? You hear as everyone starts clapping for you once again. But it felt like nothing but mockery. Your heart beat raced, your breath was short, you started hyperventilating. You vision started going in and out.

It’s almost like he knew and ran to you. You feel as Yuta’s two big arms wrap around you. One around your your waist and the other one holding your head.

"Good job, my black swan."

As much as you knew he meant good it did the opposite. You slowly nod coming out of the trance you didn’t know you were in. You break off from the hug and took in your surroundings. Everyone was still cheering for you and congratulating you. Patting your back and telling you a few worlds of kindness. All you could do was smile as Yuta stood there watching you worried.

After a bit you tell everyone that you would be back and walk to the restroom. Locking yourself in a stall as you lay your back on a wall. You shakily hold your phone in your hand. Pulling your mom’s contact up with hesitation. Eventually having the courage to press on her number.

The phone rings twice before she answered.

"Hello?" You hear her say on the other side.

You grab your lip out of habit, pulling the dry pieces of skin off your lip even if they hurt.

"Hey mom…I-I got a leading role." You say. You pull a piece of skin from your lip causing it to bleed. The red blood seeping into your lip.

"Oh goodness honey congratulations! But why don’t you sound happy?" She asks.

"I got the black swan." You mumble.

You could hear the loud silence. You felt her disappointment far afar.

"Maybe this is where you retire" she said before hanging up. Your shoulders slump at hearing that. You’ve disappointed her once again and there was no other chance. You feel the tears fall from your face. If only you could have been better.

Walking out you run to the sink and splash your face with water. Hoping it could make you feel more refreshed and it did for a second. Before you decided do lookin the mirror, you could see red lip stick that spelled out "failure". You slowly back up not being able to believe what was written. You could have sworn you were alone.

Running out the restroom you grab your bag that was sitting outside and quickly storm out. Opening the door you are hit with fresh air but you weren’t alone. Next to the door stood another dancer smoking.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost," she says.

You look at her trying to determine if it was her to blame.

"No. I’m fine actually, I think I’m going to go now. See you tomorrow." You started to walk but she called out to you making you stop to look at her once again.

"You know, you would’ve gotten the white swan. If you were actually good enough." She laughs. "The white swan is supposed to mirror a pure, elegant, innocent virgin. The white swan shouldn’t be given to a whore. You know what they saw? Someone trying to seduce them. That’s what the black swan is, she’s not a good guy. She’s a whore and a skank just like y-"

"Hey, why are you leaving already?" You feel someone grabbing your shoulder. You turn around quickly to see Yuta.

"Oh, im- just trying to go out and get myself something small. To celebrate such a big role I got." You say turning back around to see the girl was gone.

Turning your attention back to Yuta you see he still had the same concerned look on him. He was always such a worrisome person. Always looking out for everyone no matter if he knew you or not. He was always there for you too when you cried about not getting the role you wanted. He didn’t know that you practiced day and night for the white swan though. Maybe you could be open to this about someone. Grabbing his hand you lead him to an empty room in the studio. He didn’t ask questions but still complied.

"Yuta if I had to be honest I feel like throwing up. I don’t want to be the black swan, I wanted to be Odette. Iv practiced so hard just to not get the roll." You say hugging him. He held you as he listened to you cry. Letting you let all of your frustration out before he could say anything. When you did calm down you were laying your head on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"Getting the roll of the black swan is something so special, it’s something anyone would die for. The black swan isn’t just about being seductive. The black swan is elegant, confident, fearless, sharp and very beautiful. Every time I watch the performance my eyes land on her because she’s dances like if she knew what she wanted. She’s so damn mesmerizing that I can’t take my eyes off of her." Yuta says.

You look up at him and see how he’s talking sincerely from the heart. Maybe you misunderstood the black swan. She didn’t sound that bad to play after all.

During the week you practiced and practiced. Trying to perfect your dance as much as you could. You jumped and spinner countless times that you feet were sore. Yuta was there to help you practice making it bearable. He was what you needed to get through this. He’s the reason you were still in this play. You’ve never felt so happy dancing because it was something new to you. You weren’t dancing the same way you did when you practiced Odette for six years.

You were now a different person. A better person than what you were before and Yuta made sure you knew. As the boy who played Prince Siegfried rested, Yuta took his place. He lifted you so elegantly, so perfectly. He danced as if he was the perfect prince. As if he was actually in a spell that made him fall in love with you. You could feel how this was so different from your facing partner. The way he looked at you gave you butterflies.

This week was going by so perfectly, and tomorrow was the big day. Which reminded you, you still needed to text back your mom. You guys haven’t spoken since that day and you felt that you needed her there.

When taking your break you sit down on a bench and pull your phone out. Looking at your messages you can see that the last text you guys exchanged was her asking if you ate. It’s been a week since then, you hated how she didn’t care anymore. Either way you type on your keyboard the date and time of the dance. Saying you would be delighted if she came to support you.

Maybe she was missing you too seeing that she read the message immediately. A speech bubble soon appeared signaling that she was typing. You sit there for a minute waiting for her text you back. Then Yuta sits down next to you.

"Texting ya mom? She must be proud of you." He says as you turn your phone off.

You let out a fake laugh, "not really."

Your phone then dings with a notification. Looking down you could see she wrote something short.

Mom- So I can go see how much of a disappointment my daughter is? To see how much of my time I wasted on her? Every mother wants there daughter to be the white swan and you just had to be the opposite. You’re evil just like her. You can’t let anyone have a happy ending.

Your smile soon turned into something less pleasing.

“Ima go get us some waters, don’t move alright?" Yuta says before leaving you with your thoughts.

You might of gotten over the situation but why would your mom? It was her dream to be a white swan when she was younger. She never got the role though meaning that her dream was now yours. But now she’s realizing how much of a pathetic daughter she has.

You swing your feet on the bench waiting for him to come back. You never realized how beat up your shoes were until now. Maybe it was time to invest in new ones. Then you see another pair of ballet shoes in front of you. Looking up you see the guy who is to play the Prince. Typical blonde hair and blue eyed Prince Charming.

"Thank god we have two swans, imagine you being the same as the white swan. How horrible would the performance be. If I were you I would stop hanging around that boy." He looks towards the direction of Yuta who was having a quick chat with the dance teacher. You furrow your brows not liking what he was saying.

"You should at least be hanging around more elegant, and promising people. People that are better so you can actually learn a thing or two. Yuta is more of a dark essence. No wonder he didn’t try for the part, he knew he wouldn’t be able to achieve such a big role. Maybe you should have followed in his steps."

"You son of a bitch" you say standing up to meet eye level with him. This Prince Charming wasnt so tall after all. You could see people turning their attention towards you both. You didn’t care, is this nasty mouth of a boy supposed to be your partner?

"Hey, hey, what’s going on?" You both turn to see Yuta standing in the mix. He was always somehow there when everything was going to shit. Every time he appeared he always seemed to save you from all the toxic negativity.

"I’m not sure, she’s talking a bunch of nonsense, maybe you should help her get checked out." The blonde said.

You shake your head and grab Yuta by the arm making him follow behind you.

"Hey y/n maybe you need to take a break." Yuta says stopping you.

"I just took one, now dance with me." You say pulling him closer.

"No I mean a break for the rest of the day. You’re not okay y/n, Iv been watching you lately and sometimes you have this look in your face that I can’t ex-" you cut him off by pressing your back against his chest. Clearly not taking into account what he was saying.

Then the music starts to play once again. You feel how the music over takes your body. The adrenaline of dancing surging. At some point you close your eyes and let Yuta guide you. But when you open them it was as if you were in a different place. The room was completely pitch black except for a spot light that shunned in the middle. You squint your eyes at where the lights lit every time you were spun. After the third spin you recognize someone in the middle.

They wore the black swan costume as they sat in the middle. Their hands covering her face as she sobbed. Then the iconic instrumental music of swan lake payed. Looking down at yourself you found a white costume on you. You were on of the little swans and Yuta was now gone.

You continued to dance around and soon after more swans came out to dance. You all circled the black swan and continue to dance. All of you were in rhythm, in synth, and very coordinated. You finally felt part of something. Looking into the center you could see that the black swan had yet to move. You worried is something was wrong. Though nobody seemed to bat an eye. You followed along and ignored her too. The climax of the song had begun and the Odette had entered the stage. Instead of entering with grace she stormed right into the center. She grabbed the black swans arms and moved them to side and proceeded to smack her face. You gasped at the action and halted you dancing but one of the other swans pushed you to keep on dancing. You looked around to see if anyone had a reaction but no. Then the music stopped and the curtains closed.

All the swans began walking to the middle shouting horrible things. You couldn’t let this happen to the poor girl. You push your way in until you saw the black swan in shambles again. When your about to open your mouth you noticed that you recognized them. The black swan was you.

Your eyes fly open as you gasp sitting up right. White swans were now around you looking at you with judgmental faces. Did you switch spots with the black swan? You closed your eyes and covered your head. Curling up into a ball begging them to stop.

"We’re done practicing, I’m taking her home. Please give her some space." You hear Yuta says as he all of a sudden grabbed you. Pulling you into his warm embrace yet again. You immediately hug him tightly not wanting to let go. It seemed as if every time you thought about the black swan bad things would happen.

Yuta ended up taking you to his studio apartment. Holding you in his arms again on the couch as he says sweet little nothings into your ear. You didn’t feel okay, you didn’t feel real, you didn’t feel there. You felt so numb that you didn’t even want to eat. You were so scared of thinking of the dark swan. You just wanted to enjoy his presence in silence.

He held for what seemed forever. Offering you food, water, a blanket, anything and you would simplify shake your head.

"What’s wrong my little black swan?" He says.

"Stop!"you yell, finally breaking the peace and quite. He looked at you taken aback. "Don’t call me that, I can’t play her Yuta." You cry. "I’m such a waste of talent, you say that the swan is so many good things that I’m not. I’m not confident, I’m not beautiful, I’m not anything." You run your hands through your hair. "I’m going to end up being a failure and everyone’s going to hate me."

"So you went from not wanting to be the black swan to thinking you’re not enough. You’re so silly sometimes." He says smiling at you as he grabs your hands. He held them as you looked at him shakily. "I told you already, you’re so fucking perfect for the role. You’re my black swan and I’m your Prince from the scary dark forest. You need to stop being afraid of her and embrace her y/n. I know you can do it, I believe in you." He leans into you and stops a few centimeters from your lips. "If you make me proud I’ll give you a kiss."

The following day you stood behinds the curtain extremely nervous. You picked on your lip as they touched up your makeup last minute. Yuta stood across from you smiling sweetly. He was going to be supporting you from all the way in the back. Then the music started and it was show time.

You ran on stage quickly as everyone else followed. You danced like you have practice so many times. Your teammates smiling at you indicating you were doing great. You were doing so well the whole performance but the one that made you the most nervous was the pas de deux. Prepping yourself in the back you jump up and down trying to get rid of your jitters. Yuta looked at you hop up and down but didn’t say anything, It was for the best.

Then you ran on stage. The lights dimmed and all focus was on you, Siegfried, and Rotbarth. You danced and used Siegfried, not as your dance partner but a prop. The black swan didn’t need a man she was capable of herself. She was confident, she was elegant, she was everything but better. You danced and danced till the end. When you walked off stage you threw yourself over Yuta.

"Did I make you proud?" You ask him.

"You blew me away," he said before kissing you.

(I don’t know anything about ballet) .-.

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moneymasnn · 2 years

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Our Chaotic little family| Charles Leclerc

Notes: This is around 4.5k words and ive not proof read it so im sorry in advance for that aha, also I dont speak French so im sorry if either anything is incorrect or the fact he his French and this is an English fic. But I hope you guys enjoy some protective dad!Charles xoxoxo

Blurb: One where you daughter gets a boyfriend, and Charles is not happy about it at all.

Warnings: Swearing, some small angst with angry Charles.

You and Charles had known each other since before you could remember, he had always been the boy next door that you had a huge crush on. After he set off on his formula 1 career you didn't see that much of him, thinking the ship had sailed, but somehow fate made it happen. You had been lucky enough to get to love each other when you were only young, Charles was 20, you were 19.

You both experienced the bittersweetness of young love, until eventually he was the man you wanted to spend every waking moment with, you were never sure if you wanted to ever get married or even have children for that matter, but with him it was different.

And here you were, you were married and had three children, and you couldn't ever think you could be more happy.

Your oldest, Leo, was now seventeen, his dad takes him out at least three times a week teaching him to drive. You hadn't had the confidence to let Leo drive you around yet, but you knew with Charles he would learn quickly, you knew because Charles was the first person to teach you to drive a car too.

Your third and youngest was little baby arthur, who earned his name after giving you the most chaotic pregnancy of them all. He was only seven years old, he had gotten a lot more better behaved with age but was still your little menace. Charles used to say that he would be a footballer when he was older considering how much he liked to kick your stomach. He was born three weeks early at the Monaco Grand prix. A story for another day, but even before Arthur was born he was a handful pregnancy so that's how it was an easy decision to name him after Charles' youngest brother, who was also a chaotic handful.

Your only little girl, Juliana or jules was fifteen turning twenty one. she was starting to experience the world of womanhood. She wasn't as much her daddys little girl as she got older, something Charles had grown to hate.

Jules was your best friend, you wanted her to have the comfort of knowing her mum was there for her throughout her whole life, something you never had growing up. She had recently told you about a boy she had grown to like, you knew she had been hiding something from you, so did charles. You knew she would tell you about this boy soon, Charles however was praying that her happy mood had nothing to do with the male species.

You were standing in the kitchen, baking some cookies for a birthday party for one pierres children and Arthur junior was helping you, and by helping he was just eating all the chocolate chips. It was a late sunny friday afternoon, the type of restful afternoon where Charles wasnt off racing that weekend, the kind of fridays you liked to hold on too.

Charles was talking Leo out for an afternoon drive and Jules was sitting on the sofa giggling at her phone like the giddy little love struck child she was.

Leo was scrambling around the house to find his lucky driving shoes and Charles came up behind you in the kitchen, wrapping his hands around your waist and leaning forward to kiss your temples. He looked up to see what you were looking at, but his brows furrowed when he was his little girl twirling her hair and giggling at her phone.

“What on earth could she be laughing at her phone like that for?” He said.

You rolled your eyes at your husband's words, spinning around and placing your hands on his chest. His eyes still glued on his daughter.

“Her friends probably sent her a funny video.” You tried to shrug it off, but Charles wasn't dropping it.

“Mon amour, I know that look.” He looked at you, shooting you a knowing look.

A smirk crawled on ur lips as you turned back around to watch your daughter who was now sprawled out on the sofa on her stomach, twirling her hair, biting her lip with her feet swinging in the air.

“What look?”

“You're her carbon copy, y/n. I know that look a little to well.” He glances at you with a knowing expression.

“Dad! I'm ready!” Leo's voice echoed around the kitchen causing Charles to kiss your lips quickly and whisper a goodbye.

“Papa! Gross!” Arthur shouted from where he was perched on the kitchen counter, an empty bag of chocolate chips in hands and the rest all around his mouth.

“I'll go to the shop for you on the way back or your chocolate chip cookies aren't going to be very chocolatey.” Charles said to you looking back at his son in gramance who was touching every surface in the kitchen with his chocolate covered fingers.

After Charles left you gave Arthur a bath, watching as he climbed in the bubbled filled tub with all his toys.

“Mama, is papa your boyfriend?” He asked you, just as you were about to exit the bathroom.

“No sweetheart-” you giggled at your son's randomness, “he's my husband, we got married long before you were born.” You perch down by the bath, dipping your fingers in the bath, splashing him slightly making him giggle.

“What makes you ask that?”

“Julie has a boyfriend.” he said, blowing some of the bubbles from the bath.

“How do you know that?” You knew it was wrong to get Arthur to tell you all the gossip, but he was a great little ear wiger.

It wouldn't be the first time he had told you and Charles a story that he had accidentally overheard. Like when Pierre and his wife first found out they were expecting another baby Arthur had accidentally overheard a private conversation about Pierre's wife not being able to drink alcohol, after that you and Charles added up the dots.

“She was saying she has a boyfriend on the phone, I heard Julie saying papa would be mad.”

You took a moment, so it was true, your daughter did have a boyfriend…

After getting Arthur out of the bath you decided to let him play with his toys in his room while you went to speak to your daughter, who still hadn't moved from her position on the couch. You decided to sit next to her and pry some information out of her before Charles got home.

“Soooo.” you said, pursing your lips, sitting across from her. She didn't even make the effort to look up at you, just a simple hum.

“Julianna.” you said sternly, that caught her attention as he raised her eyesight slightly.

“Yes, mother.” She sarcastically said, rolling her eyes at your use of her full name.

“Okay, if you want to be like that.” You said with a smirk, leaning over and switching off the phone and pushing it down onto the sofa.

“I just want to talk, you've seemed a bit… occupied at the moment.”

“I'm sorry I have friends.” she sarcastically said as she sat up, crossing her arms of her chest with a frown.

“Not only friends, I've been told you have a more than a friend.” You cringed as you said it, you were bad at this.

“That little shit! Authur told you he didn't.” she said, shocked.

“Language, missy! It doesn't matter who told me, but I want to know what's going on in your life, you can trust me.” You smiled, uncrossing her arms and talking her hand in yours.

“There's a boy…” she mumbled.

“Tell me, mon cheri.”

“He's not my boyfriend though.” You noticed the hit of sadness in her eyes as she looked down.

“It's silly, i know your going to tell me i'm too young-”

“I don't think you're silly, mon amour.” You said, pulling your arms open so she can rest her head on your shoulder.

“In fact, I probably understand more than anyone else.” you kissed the spot behind her ear, tucking her hair back as you could tell she wanted to listen to what had to say.

“You know, I was about, maybe fourteen when I fell in love with your father.”

She raised her head to look up at you, “Really?”

You nodded your head with a small smile at the time, “I don't think I knew at the time, but I always had a crush on the boy next door for as long as i could remember.”

“It took your father a little longer than me to realise he liked me back, he came and gate crashed my first proper date.”

“What?” She said with a smile as she begged you to tell her the story.

“Your father was such a romantic, he walked into the restaurant right as the mains came out and said there was a family emergency and he needed to take me home. Then we got in his car and I was all panicked wondering what the family emergency was and he just kissed me.” You couldn't stop the smile that formed on your lips as you told the story. It was all true, Charles had gate crashed your first proper date, and ever since you had both been inseparable.

“That's really sweet mum.”

“The point is, these things take time, especially love. I don't doubt your feelings for this boy if you say you have them, and if he feels the same he will show you sooner or later.” You smile at her, holding her closer.

“I really like him, mum.”

You were about to reply when Leo and Charles both stumbled through the door. You kissed Julianna on the head and stood up to see your husband smiling with slightly flushed cheeks and a bag of chocolate chips in his hands.

“How did your driving lesson go baby? You asked Leo, ruffling his long brown hair, the exact same way his father has it.

He just shot you a sheepish smile, shrugging his shoulders and he looked over to his father who smiled slightly.

“Hes- hes learning, that's all that matters.” Charles said as he looked at Leo with a smile.

When Leo walked off to his room Charles followed you into the kitchen, placing the chocolate on the side.

You waited for Leo to be out of ear shot before Charles burst out with giggles in the kitchen.

“Was it that bad?” You smiled as Charles placed his head on your shoulder.

“Mon dieu, i'm just happy to get home in one piece.” he laughed as he brought you into a hug.

You watched as Charles noticed Jules was still on her phone, but he didnt question it this time, he decided he was going to have a shower and get into bed.

After you had made the cookies for tomorrow you decided it was time for bed too, you decided to check on the kids before you did, leo was playing on his xbox and you could hear julie was on the phone in her room so you left her alone. You could hear faint giggles from your room so you knew you didn't need to check on Arthur since he and Charles were curled up in bed watching a movie.

You smiled as you jumped in the shower, leaving the boys to watch their movie and by the time you were done Arthur was fast asleep on charles.

Charles looked up at you with a cheeky smile.

“He's excited for tomorrow, I told him Pierre got a bouncy castle for the party.”

You leaned over and gave your husband a long kiss on the lips.

“What was that for?” he smirked.

You shrugged before you got under the covers, pulling your book from your bedside table and putting on your glasses.

Charles watched as you put the goddamn glasses on that he loved so much.

That's when he got out of bed, pulling Arthur up with him, probably to put him to bed.

“I will be right back.” Charles whispered with a wink.

“I'll be waiting.”

The next day it seemed like a struggle to get everyone up and out the house. Arthur was ready first with Charles as they were both sitting on the sofa watching the tv. Jules had gotten changed about seven times and Leo was upset that he couldn't drive the whole family to uncle perrie's house. Charles just replied to his son with an honest answer that we all did want to make it to the party in one piece. And on the down side you hadn't felt the best all morning.

After putting on a small yellow summer dress you were ready to step out into the Monaco sun.

Pierre had three children also, Noah who was around Leo's age, the pair got on really well, they reminded you of Pierre and Charles when they were younger, Noah even had pierres charm and witty humour. And then there was arlo who was six, with only a few months age difference between him and arthur the pair got on really well, and pierres new baby layla, who was turning one today.

After finally managing to get everyone in the car and to Pierre's house you could relax slightly more. Pierre and Charles stood in the garden by the bbq with beer in each hand while you sat on a chair lounger with a smile on your face as you held the birthday girl layla.

You were reminiscing when Arthur was this small, when his whole hand would fit into your palm, but your smile never faded when you looked to see Charles smiling over at you. You held up Layla's hand and waved at him, and he waved back, his heart fluttering seeing you with another baby.

“Please don't tell me you have baby fever? Thinking about popping out another one.” Pierre nudged charles.

“What, no.” Charles blushed.

“So, you're all done then?”

“I don't know, we've never spoken about having more.”

“Well judging by the smile on her face, she's already thought about it.”

When charles turned back around to look at you he noticed you making your way from the garden to indoors, you had mentioned all morning that you haven't felt well, he could only assume you was going to be sick, judging by the look on your face he handed pierre his beer and ran down to the bottom of the garden to the patio doors to pierres garden.

When he walked through the doors he bumped straight into your back.

“Mon amour, are you feeling okay?”

But you never answered Charles' question, instead you stood with your mouth wide open looking over to the sofas in the corner of the room.

After seeing your attention was else where charles turned around to see what you were looking at, but his face flushed red when he was his precious little girl and pierres stupid son with his tounge down her throat.

“Oh no!” Charles shouted, his hand falling from your shoulder as he pointed at the two teenagers that had just been caught.

“No fucking way in hell, get your hands of my daughter gasly!” Charles shouted as the two teenagers scrambled to make as far distance between them both as possible.

“Noah is the boy you told me about?” Your mouth had been agape the whole time, you were not expecting that.

“You knew?!” Charles turned to you, his face still flsuhed as there was steam practically coming out of his ears.

“Well i- I didn't know it was Noah she was talking about.” You shouted back at charles.

“You told your mum about me?” Noah smirked at Jules as she blushed a deep shade of red and put her head down.

“Mum, dad you're really embarrassing me.” she said through gritted teeth and wide eyes.

“Don't look at her like that gasly or I swear to god I'm going to-” But as Charles went to make his way over to the young boy who was standing still behind the sofa. Pierre had come in after hearing all the competition from outside, placing his hands on Charles' chest as he pushed him back before Charles could finish his sentence.

“Why are you shouting?” Pierre said to his friend, “What's going on?” he asked as he turned to you.

“What is going on? Good question pierre, what the fuck is going on, both of you!” Charles pointed to the two guilty teenages in the corner, that's when Pierre turned around and had figured out what was happening.

Pierre was trying to stifle his giggles as he looked at his son, his best friend's daughter and back to his best friend.

“No way! This is great, Jules is a great girl Noah, I'm happy for you!” Pierre exclaimed and turned to smile at you, you just nodded at the man with a smile. At least one of them was happy.

“What? No!” Charles looked back at Pierre who had a very contrasting reaction to him.

“He is not good enough for my daughter, no one is, Julianna get in the car, we're going home!”

“Charles.” you called, but he didn't hear you.

He was shouting and you had a massive headache, and also so much was happening all you could tell was he was acting very irrational right now.

“What do you mean not good enough for your daughter?” Pierre asked, offended as he stepped to charles.

“You know exactly what I mean. I know what you were like as a teenager, remember?”

“Charles-” you tried to interrupt.

“No y/n, i'm right. He's just like you, see that little smirk on his smug face, I know what he wants and he's not getting it from my daughter!”

“Dad!” Jules shouted from across the room as hers and Noah's face turned red.

“How dare you say that about my son!”

“I'm not wrong Pierre, you used to get through the girls when we were younger, I doubt he's no different!”

“Charles!'' You shouted his name one more time, however this time you caught the attention of Pierre who looked over charles shoulder to see you looking rather green with a hand over your mouth.

All of pierres attention suddenly turned to you as he cocked his head to the side and his eyes widened.

“Charles, I think she's going to throw up.” And with that Charles realised the reason he had abandoned his stop at the bbq to follow you in her anyway.

“Shit, mon amour, are you okay?”

You didn't reply, just shaking your head as you held your hand over your mouth and ran to the toilet.

Charles had gone to follow you to the toilet but then he noticed a hand around his daughters waist and his attention changed.

“HANDS OFF GASLY!”

And with that Noah's hands were in the air as Jules pulled him off of her, tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at her dad.

“I'm not your little girl anymore dad!” she shouted before running back outside.

Charles groaned as he ran to where he could hear you being sick in the toilet, he grabbed your hair and rubbed your back.

“Mon amour, what's going on?” he asked as he handed you some tissues to wipe your mouth.

“Charles, I need to tell you something.”

“I'm listening.”

“We're going to need a bigger car.”

Charles' expression dropped as his slight smile faded.

“Don't worry about that right now, you sick, okay? Once we get you home I'll buy you all the bigger cars in the world.” He smiled but you could see he thought you were delusional as he looked you head in his hands and kissed your forehead.

“No charles, we need a bigger car for an extra person.” you giggled.

“If this is about Noah, he's not coming home with us?” Charles shaked his head as he looked at you.

You laughed again at how clueless he looked, you took his hands in yours, “we need another car seat too.”

“We got Arthur a new one last month- Mon amour? Are you feeling okay?” Charles was getting a bit nervous now, you were making no sense to him.

You look at his hand that was in yours and placed it on your stomach.

“Charles, I'm pregnant.” you smiled at him as you whipped the dribble from your chin.

“Surprise.” you smiled, lazily waving jazz hands as you dropped against the wall of the toilet, your head hurting even more after throwing up.

“Are you sure?” Charles' eyes lit up as he leaned over closer, his hand still on your stomach.

You nodded as you looked down at his hand and placed yours on top.

“Another one?” Charles let out a laugh as tears welled up in his eyes.

You both laughed as he moved so he was next to you crouched against the wall and you placed your head on his shoulder.

“How long have you known?” he asked you, kissing your temple as he tried to stop the tears.

“I've known for a few days, since when we went for that meal with Carlos and Isa and I was sick.”

“I thought that was food poisoning?” Charles laughed.

“Yeah, apparently not. Insted we have a sixth member to add to our not so little family.” You giggled.

After what felt like a few moments in silence with Charles as he held your stomach, continually kissing your temple and head you spoke up, nursing your little bubble on the toilet floor of Pierre's house.

“Charles, you need to apologise to Pierre, Noah, and jules.”

Charles groaned as he threw his head back, “let me just stay in here with you for a minute.” he complained.

“Do I really have to apologise?” he asked you with a pout.

“Yes.”

Charles helped you to stand up as you both made your way out the bathroom, Charles could sense the angry looks from everyone at the party as he could see his daughter crying into her uncle carlos’ arms as he gave Charles a death stare.

“Go apologise to her.” you ushered him on, he gave your waist a small squeeze as he kissed your temple and looked in a deep breath.

“Will you be okay?”

“Charles, go.”

When Charles made his way over to Carlos who had his arms wrapped around julianna as she sobbed into his arms you sat down on the outdoor sofa. Rubbing your head as you sunk back into the pillows, you prayed this pregnancy would be an easy one, and hopefully your last.

Until there was a little cough that caught your attention.

It was little Noah with a glass of water in his hands and a very nervous smile as he ushered the glass towards you.

“Thank you, noah.” You smile as you take the glass from him.

“Could I please sit, y/n?”

“Of course you can sweetie.”

You liked Noah, you could understand where Charles was coming from, Pierre was a very typical teenage boy growing up, but you knew from Noah's parents that he had been brought with the morals to treat girls properly.

“Are you feeling okay?” The young boy asked you.

“I'm fine, dont worry about me, are you okay?” you asked him, rubbing his shoulder as you could see how tense he was.

“I'm really sorry, I didn't want to get jules in trouble.” you giggled slightly at the boy.

“No ones in trouble noah, just confused.”

“Charles- he can be scary when he's angry.”

You laughed again as you looked at the boy, “don't be scared of charles, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's just protective of his little girl.”

There was a silence that loomed for a second as you both watched Julianna and Charles hug in the garden, a sign that they had made up.

“I really really like your daughter.” You turn and smile at Noah, the smell of young love radiating from him.

“I don't doubt your feelings, noah. But I am worried you both might be a bit young and naive. I know you don't want to hear that right now, but just be careful. We don't choose who we love, but we can choose who we hurt.”

And with that you engulfed Noah in a hug as he whispered to you a small thank you.

“First my daughter and now my wife, maybe I should take it all back.” You looked up to see your husband with a sheepish look on his face as Noah flushed red.

“Dad!” Jules shouted as she hit his chest causing him to moan a small sorry.

After that Noah sat up, shaking hands with charles.

“I'm here to be civil noah, you seem like a sensible young man, don't prove me wrong.” Charles nodded at Noah who replied with a ‘yes sir’ causing you to giggle.

“And if i see your hands on her again don't doubt that i won't-”

“Dad!” Jules repeated, “you said you wouldn't threaten him!”

Charles finally let go of Noah's hand, eyeing up the boy as he and Julianna walked off. He came and sat next to you on the outside deck, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he kissed ur temple and quickly rubbed his hand over your stomach when no one was looking.

“Let's hope this one decides she doesn't want to get married until she's at least forty, or even speak to boys.” You giggled as charles moves his head closer to your stomach.

“You hear me, no boys!”

“How do you know it's a girl?”

“Oh it's a girl, I can smell the trouble from here.”

You laughed as you leaned into his shoulder.

“Did you make up?”

“We did.”

“They grow up so fast, y/n.” Charles sighed as he watched Leo think he was being discreet with his uncle Max as Max was letting him have a few sips of his beer, Arthur was jumping on the bouncy castle like he had been all day and Julianna was laughing with Noah in the corner.

“Well, we still have one more to enjoy, and athurs always going to be a momma's boy.” You shrugged as Charles turned to you.

“No way he's a daddy's boy.”

You laughed at Charles when you realised he was being serious.

“Oh no way, Arthur definitely loves me more.”

“At this moment in time Leo is my favourite.”

“Charles, you can't call favourites!”

“I can, and mine is leo.” charles smirked

You laughed as you snuggled up to your husband more, happy and content with your little chaotic family.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fic #Charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc fluff #Charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 fandom #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 drivers #dad!charles #dad!charles leclerc #Ferrari #carlos sainz

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lumierexfics · 1 year

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I’m not quite sure if this is the right way to do this, this is my first time requesting anything, but I was wondering if I could request a fic for kinktober? Maybe a Papa Copia x Reader that’s like an enemies to lovers where one or both of them just snap and they end up hate-fucking, but it turns fluffy towards the end? You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to or if it goes against any of your rules, ‘‘twas just a thought. 😊

● LIVESTREAM NAME : Your name is a sin I breathe!

description chat log : Papa Emeritus IV comes home late to see a date and You in the kitchen. Papa Emeritus IV needs to make this up to you in the only way he can.

⭑ USERS : Papa Emeritus IV (Copia), Reader

!! CONTENT WARNINGS : 18+ MDNI! Second Person POV, Copia being extremely OOC!, Implied Established Relationship, Miscommunication, Comfort sex !!

A/N : Let me know if this isn’t what you wanted so I can rewrite this to your likings!

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It was the first week since he was anointed by the Clergy to become Papa Emeritus the fourth. The fruits he planted finally and unexpectedly came to fruition with the sudden anointing. As he no longer spent any time behind the desk, checking the amount of money spent from the funds of the clergy from the previous Papa Emeritus and the eye bags that never seemed to go away. Yet, there was one person that remained the same which was you.

Copia couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms as he once did but the actual day of becoming Papa was an unexpected workload that seemed to engulf him whole. Till, he began to see you less and less as more days were spent in his study room; scattered papers and reviewing old scriptures to mix into lyrics.

Copia came to his room, seeing your back turned and burnt out candles on a small dinner table. Yellow hue of the lightbulb surrounded the kitchen as a bottle of uncorked wine next to your hand.

“You missed our date, Copia,” you sniffled, wiping away tears. “Do you actually care?”

Copia stopped absolutely in his shoes, he misremembered the date thinking that it was tomorrow rather than today. His hair was disheveled, smoothing it back with his hand as you had worn your good clothes for the intimate date.

He walked closer to you and you had turned around to face him but he had gotten on his knees. His eyes staring up at you with such devotion and unbridled love, his hands held your trembling hands; softly kissing your inner palms then outer palms.

“Please, I didn’t mean to miss the date,” he begged. “Is there anything special that I can do to make you feel better, amore?”

You looked at him and helped him up from kneeling. His gloved hand held your face and he looked at your lips then to your eyes; redden from your tears.

“Can I kiss you, amore?” He asked.

“Yes, Copia,” you answered.

Copia softly kissed you and his hands held you close to his chest. As your hands interwoven within the strands of Copia’s hair and his soft kisses remained with an edge of flames that he always kept hidden from you. His lips remained on your lips as scattered black kisses from his papal face paint smeared on your face and upper lip and always teetered on the edge of your face, wanting to ravage your neck but you hadn’t given him permission to allow him.

He helped you onto the countertop, his gloved hands caressed each crevice of your body, his papal face paint smeared more on your thighs.

“It seems that I have neglected you, amore?” He asked.

You could only seem to muster a nod as you hadn’t been exposed to this new version of Copia. He wasn’t the meek man that once was a Cardinal— a new identity was bestowed on him when he became Papa. He was always such an intimate lover yet you wished that he made it to the somewhat small bed or even the couch rather than having intimate relations on the countertop.

Copia seemed to have noticed your unease on the countertop and he showered you with more kisses, leading you to the couch. Yet, he somehow still held the familiar nervousness during his Cardinal days. Copia removed his gloves; hands utterly warm. He beckoned you closer to sit on his lap and eyes that were filled with desire and unbridled passion.

“Can I kiss you, Copia?” You asked.

“Amore, you can.” He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “I will not deny you anything that you desire.”

You kissed him, softly while his hands pulled you closer to him till it felt like you two were going to melt together from the amount of flames that spread across your body and his.

His and your lower garments were long discarded and sprawled on the floor while your hands gripped his shoulders as you loosened your grip on him. His fingers traced your spine and he held you close while thrusting, he murmured soft praises in your ears.

“So good to me,” he murmured.

#ghost band x reader #papa emeritus iv fanfiction #papa emeritus 4 x reader #papa Copia x reader #copia x reader #copia x reader smut #papa emeritus iv x reader smut

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tecchous-thicc-buttocks · 1 year

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Do you have any bsd headcannons you'd like to share? (literally anything, I just love learning about other peoples hcs)

OMG YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE IVE BEEN USING THIS IN MY DRAFTS AS A COLLECTION OF JUST ABOUT ANYTHING THAT GOES THRU MY MIND AND I'VE JUST DECIDED I'M GONNA POST IT ALR

chuuya's hat is so old (bc it keeps getting passed from person to person and he brings it with him everywhere obviously) and WORN OUT but he has no idea how to fix it. he treats it like his child but it's inevitable that the material will deteriorate over time, so he's been trying to convince himself to go to a hatter for ages and can't swallow his pride. he drunkenly told it to hirotsu once night while they were drinking, and hirotsu just sighed and got it fixed for him that night while chuuya was passed out. they never spoke about it.

dazai has met several women who actually did say yes to a double suicide. the majority didn't mean it and just wanted to toy with him, but ran when they realized he was serious. a few actually did mean it. he pulled strings and invited them to a romantic date, except that he sent therapists there instead of him, basically playing matchmaker. all those women are now doing better but ask him about it and he'll act dumb and say he knows nothing about it.

fyodor needs glasses. his eyesight definitely sucks and the hours he spends at a computer don't help. however, he manipulates himself into thinking that he's actually fine when he's not. nikolai also has shitty eyesight bc of his dull eye and the other one he's probably abused looking at the birds in the sky and thus the sun. they are literally the blind leading the blind. nikolai places his portal 2 meters from where he meant to put it and fyodor says "good job". it's incredible how they're feared terrorists.

sigma gets tired wearing heels all day. he wants memory foam but doesn't know it exists. give him his goddamn memory foam. anyways one of his employees saw him holding his feet in pain and offered him orthopedic shoe inserts. he hasn't been the same since. would give them a raise if he knew how.

tachihara used to get acne from having his bandage on his nose all day. so, he's developed an incredibly rigid skin care routine. his face is soft as hell. cheeks are smoother than you'd think.

kouyou made it her first demand as executive to raid her favourite shop where she gets all her kiminos and accessories. hirotsu led the black lizard battalion into the shop and the workers were so fucking confused. stole expensive silk fabrics and clothing of the highest quality because she doesn't settle for less, and in the process has gotten hirotsu more into fashion. they go shopping together.

speaking of shopping, kajii only goes thrifting. have you seen his clothes?? they're not his size and torn as hell but they're so damn cheap he can't resist. his sandals are so goddamn iconic. yeah he's blowing you up but his dogs are OUT like a mf psychopath. i maybe love him a little too much.

ivan has greasy hair. while doing his surgery thing wtv tf that was, fyodor was continually grossed out (ironic aint it). pushkin was then ordered to help ivan wash his hair and they died just a little bit. neither knew what the difference between shampoo and conditioner is, and they struggled with it for a long time. eventually when they came back for fyodor to do the surgery, ivan's hair smelled like flowers and was braided cutely because they gave up and went to a salon where the people working there fell a little in love with his hair and went overboard. pushkin's hair (if you can call it that...) was also in a little bowtie. they enjoyed their little adventure just a little bit. just a little ofc.

odasaku has no idea how to cook curry. he loves it and fears doing it wrong, so he just buys it from the same place over and over. considered asking for the recipe but never did because why change what is already perfection. dazai however is convinced oda has housewife abilities and can cook like a god. he never knew the truth.

fitzgerald can't do math. he pretends he's good at converting currencies but in his head it just doesn't add up. 20 000 yen? that's like.... 5 freedom eagles obviously. no biggie *throws a bunch of american dollars at the workers and just takes the item and leaves* he also doesn't give tips when it prompts on the machine, and instead prefers sliding a crisp bill to them directly. cried a little when his favourite shop told him they ran out of an item he wanted and they didn't budge after he slid them a stack of 100s (he has no idea how many were in the stack)

fitzgerald also owns an airline but he doesn't manage it personally ofc. his only interaction with it is that they provide him and the guild with a private jet to travel to japan. lovecraft did not get on. he swam??? who knows, but he did not get on that plane. lucy got sick and louisa freaked out every time there was turbulence. mark was snoring loudly the entire way and steinbeck had his nose pressed on the window looking outside the entire time the lil cutie.

agatha has the super power of drinking tea while it is still piping hot. she never burns her tongue and never complained about its temperature, except when it's too cold. the water was literally boiling once (her subordinates wanted to find out how hot she can go) and she gulped it all down without a single contortion of her face. incredible.

shirase doesn't understand english and keeps trying to learn it but every time he thinks he's getting the hang of it, someone throws cockney slang at him and he gives up.

adam finally figured out how to blow a bubble of gum, but keeps swallowing it. one day, it clogged his internal system (he's not supposed to be eating obvi) and he's been afraid of it ever since. thinks it's possessed by evil spirits his android brain can't understand. i also hc that he recharges thru solar panels integrated onto his skin and for this reason he goes to the beach to 'tan' often. HE'S SO PALE people get a little concerned for him when they see him not apply sunscreen and just lay down for hours at a time. one lady actually told him he could get skin cancer and he opened his eyes "ackshually 🤓👆" then began reciting every fact known to man about skin cancer. rip that lady

verlaine and rimbaud complain about france all the time. "fuck france i fucking hate the french this country goddamn sucks" then as soon as someone else says anything bad about it they give them death glares and threaten death for disrespecting their country.

wells has memorized a whole lot of things about quantum theory from her days studying to be an engineer because it was her favourite class. she cannot handle mechanical or civil engineering topics and physically ascends at the mention of anything to do with dynamics. i also think she's been hit on a lot while wearing disguises; she tells them she's actually a woman, they freak out, then she sends them back in time. this time, they do not approach her and thus she doesn't have to deal with the awkward rejection and doesn't even remember it.

jules verne has made little dolls and pretended that they were his friends and invented scenarios in which they hung out. i will not elaborate on this.

albatross sometimes interrupts conversations in order to listen to the engine of a vehicle passing by. tries to track them down, too. he'll be the type of guy to ogle at your car without making eye contact with you while you're still in the car. and when i say ogle, i mean ogle. checks out motorcycles more often than women.

the flags bully lippmann sometimes when he acts in a really cheesy scene. he's coming to hang out with them and they're all giggling and chuckling at him stupidly. albatross walks up to him, tucks his hair behind his ear and whispers whatever cheesy thing was said in a low voice before bursting out laughing (he usually starts laughing before he can even finish the sentence). pianoman slides it slickly into conversations, and doc 'fufu's at random moments when looking at him and he suddenly remembers the scene. iceman has not watched the movie and chuuya couldn't care less.

the first time he tried to take the train, ranpo loudly exclaimed and yelled at every turn and stop of the train. he went during rush hour too and got his entire body smooshed into the strangers next to him. he squealed when someone accidentally (accidentally) grabbed his ass in the crowded traincar, then asked loudly who did that. dramatic as hell. got his pockets picked and knew who did it, but couldn't do anything about it. he felt awful and slumped his way back home and collapsed into yosano's arms with a groan. this was the only time she'd ever willingly bought him a bunch of sweets and let him eat them in peace while he ranted to her about the atrocities

kenji is more notorious on the streets than he knows. he got recognized by some huge 200cm tall man built like a goddamn tank with tattoos all over his body who wanted to fight him. kenji was so flattered that he knew his name that he thanked him and burly dude was like. wtf. anyways they got beef ramen together afterwards bonded over cows and are now besties. he's told the agency about it but they think that by "friend" he means someone else his age.

tanizaki ran into kajii once at his favourite thrift shop. he recognized him and ran out freaked never to return. for this reason he had to keep wearing his same stanky ahh uwu girl clothes that don't fit and hasn't had a style update. actually, when doing his research for how to infiltrate the mafia, tachihara found out that there have been a lot of sightings of known dangerous ability users in the thrift store, and that's why he wears the same shirt as tanizaki.

tachihara dreads the hunting dogs meetings because they make him feel like the only sane one there. his back has become so chiseled from carrying teruko around all the time, and once - jouno thought it would be funny - he tripped on a wire laying down on the ground and almost dropped her. he had to use his ability to pick her up from the belt of the uniform to prevent her from faceplanting, and she looked like she was about to explode. he had to let her beat him up a little then she hopped back on his shoulders and nothing changed. he questions his life choices often

jouno can't handle cinnamon or ginger scents, they overwhelm him and he goes into a fucking sensory overload coma. odor orgasm. sinus sex. teruko got sick once and tachi made her the strongest herbal and ginger tea you've ever seen (learnt it from his brother rip the goat) and he collapsed on the ground with a moan. woke up a half hour layer with no clue wth just happened. tecchou eventually heard about it, placed a hand on his shoulder and said "it happens to the best of us" while nodding solemnly then never elaborated.

yeah fukuchi and fukuzawa used to steal food when they were younger but imagine them figuring out milestones together. "dude my armpits are itchy where is this hair coming from :(" "genichiro i don't need to know about that *scratches at his armpit subtly*" i think they were very goofy about it

speaking of puberty elise once freaked mori out by saying she got her period. dude was like. wtf. you're an ability. how tf. she insisted he got her a bunch of tampons n pads and chocolate and heating pads and the works, then once he (the underlings he made go do the shopping threatening their lives if they ever told a soul) bought everything, she looked at his confused and asked why he bought those things. she's an ability how could she have a period? mori cried a little that night.

bram is a swiftie for no reason other than i think it's funny. alternatively, i believe he listens to reggae for no reason other than i think it's goddamn FUNNY.

kunikida's old students sometimes run into him on the street and recognize him. they immediately straighten their backs, nod at him and quickly walk away in the most respectful way because they don't want to ruin his schedule. he nearly tears up from happiness every time.

natsume goes through 5-6 "here, kitty kitty!"s in a day when he's just vibing around. people try to feed him grass blades. people get WAY too comfortable rubbing his stomach. once, a girl saw him on her way back from school and started scratching a random spot behind his ears and he folded so quickly and just melted on the sidewalk. he wont admit it but he has that weak spot in human form too (i want to pet him so badly this is self indulgent ok). the girl was actually gin btw. she's an animal whisperer i dont know why i dont know how but she is.

#im dying just a little because of the way my head is overfilling #i rly hope the anon who asked this is still around to see my answers :sob:#i LOVE making stupidly specific hcs this isn't even the half of it #guys drop your hcs or character you want my hcs for in my inbox!! (i want someone to spam my inbox womp womp)#yeah i spoke a lot about tachi what abt it #i love him a little too much i need someone else with the same level of obsession as me #i want him as an s/o so i'll be immune to bratty vending machines #^^OMG THIS APPEARED WHEN I WAS TYPING TAGS APPARENTLY I ALR WROTE THAT??? it's still true ofc #anyways yes i like to try to cater to most characters bc i'm a sucker for the underrated lomls #i would've slapped you with more lovecraft but i must ease back into writing hcs (i haven't done this in years)#uhhhh yeah #that's all my lil dumpling wumplings idk wtf else to write #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd hcs #bsd headcanons

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randomfoggytiger · 8 months

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"You're Not Here, Dana-- You're a Million Miles Away"

Part IV of the Bill Scully POV mini-series (Part I, Part II, Part III~.)

Bill's POV during A Christmas Carol.

*****

He didn’t know what had gone wrong.

At the airport, Dana had been fine. She'd been chatting, laughing even, fresh off the plane, debating some feminine topic with their mother as the two wheeled their luggage closer and closer to the exit. Catching his eye, she’d lit up-- like a firecracker, as Melissa used to say-- and even quickened her pace to soak up “a Big Brother Bill hug”-- something else Melissa used to say but which had rubbed off on the rest of the family.

Maggie had deferred the passenger side seat; and the three of them chit chatted and caught up on the drive to the base. They’d asked spirited questions about Tara; and Bill, per his wife’s specific instructions, had refused to give away any hints about how big she’d gotten.

“He’s a dad already,” smirked Dana; and the teasing and good-natured snipes had trailed after them until they turned the last corner.

Everyone had been delighted with each other, Tara had had her fun surprising her guests, and no one had seemed bothered about the sleeping arrangements.

It was the phone call that did it, he realized: Dana had come charging up the stairs, tense and distraught, insisting that Bill drive her someplace that he knew she’d never been before. Somewhere he’d never been before, either.

“I heard her-- I heard Melissa’s voice-- and I have to know what is going on. And the only answers I’ll have is if we go, right now, and find out who was on the other line.”

He'd taken her, of course-- he’d taken her despite how crazy her story sounded, waited outside the crime scene until Dana finished poking around, then driven her home. She’d remained tight-lipped about what had happened; but that was to be expected-- nothing had come from their detour other than a sense of confused embarrassment-- and they’d both silently moved on from it as soon as possible.

It was after the phone call that she'd begun to withdraw.

*****

Tara went to bed early: up at four and likely tidying and cleaning until their guests arrived after noon, the day had caught up with her-- so Bill supposed-- after the last of her luxurious dessert disappeared from the plate. That, and Dana sat quietly through the meal, seeming bruised rather than pleased during his wife’s happy monologue at dinner.

“Bill, is everything okay with Dana?” she’d sighed as he helped maneuver her around the temporarily cramped room. “She’s been awful quiet since you two returned from the crime scene.”

“I think she’ll be okay. Dana’s probably processing.”

“So I didn’t offend her?”

Bill stopped pulling the quilt back, turning to see how badly Tara’s feelings had been hurt. “It’s the case, Honey, don’t worry about it. You know how I get about work sometimes--”

“But Bill, this seems different. Maybe she was hurt, somehow, by what I was saying about a family or becoming a mom; or she feels guilty because Melissa’s not here.”

“If it’s more than just the case, Mom’ll get it out of her; and if it’s about us, Mom'll let us know. I don't think there's cause for worry, Sweetheart.”

Tara sighed, sat down on the bed, and reluctantly smiled as he bent to take off her comfortable house shoes. “You’re so good to me, Bill. I just want this Christmas to be perfect-- it’s the first since… well, a few firsts since.”

“The past few holidays have been hard on us Scullys; however, I’m convinced we’re due a really, really good one.”

“Baby here included?”

“I thought he was a New Year's baby.”

“You’d better hope it’s a boy then, Bill Jr., because the Scully women seem to have a mind of their own.”

He nodded, grabbing her empty glass to refill downstairs. “Still thinking of Melissa for the name?”

She smiled, reaching out to catch his arm and pull him closer. “As long as we’re still thinking of Matthew for a boy.”

*****

Melissa was an inescapable topic this Christmas. She lingered like a benevolent ghost, lounging on the sofa from the corner of his eye or twinkling companionably from the photographs displayed around the house.

The creaking floorboard, however, was a reminder that Dana, not Melissa, was up and wandering. It was after midnight at least, but she was probably still on East Coast time, Bill assumed; or, of course, she was taking a private call and would be flying out when it was light. Try as he might, the thought that his remaining sister would be called back to work with Mulder-- away from her family, over the holidays, after a miraculous cancer remission-- made his blood boil.

He waited up after the Jeep drove off, arguing himself out of calling Ethan Minette back to retract his retraction.

Dana had never been good at sneaking out; and he listened to her tiptoe back in before sunrise, settle in the dining room, and stay there as the minutes then hours ticked by.

The morning newspaper thudded against the front door, the sun began to rise, Bill slid down before his military wife or mother could wake and start the day.

“Dana?”

*****

He knew disappointment should be second-nature by now with Dana and promises she couldn’t keep. Likely, the sting was keener because Melissa, for as flaky as she’d been, had never pretended or promised to be someone she wasn’t: she wandered in and out of their lives whenever the mood struck but always with a tenderness to their fixed positions. Even Charlie didn’t hide who he was or what he’d decided behind a false front. Meanwhile, Dana passed herself off as stalwart and dependable before jerking left and ditching medical school, the FBI mainstream, and familial obligations.

“Alright,” he’d agreed. “Lunch!” And she hadn’t agreed; and left.

Although this was her work and her business, it was quickly becoming the family's problem: Tara, puzzled by this impossible situation, did her best to distract Maggie by hostessing her around; and Maggie, tight lipped whenever Dana’s name came up, tried to talk over ruffled feelings and assure everyone Dana would be there for the Christmas party, of course, so nice to meet friends of Tara’s, they were such nice people, reminded me of the Stotes family we knew in ‘75, remember them, Bill?

It was the Scullys' first Christmas after so much grief and miraculous second chances-- his and Tara’s as much as Dana’s-- and still, Dana flaked.

“It’s work, Honey. You know how that is,” Tara reassured, taking on the previous night's role of comforter. “God and country come first in your jobs.”

It wasn’t country Dana was putting first. Or God.

Bill kept these thoughts to himself, letting Tara pull back the covers for him tonight. He even smiled when she promised to refill his empty glass of water after New Year’s.

“After New Year’s,” he agreed.

*****

Dana left with Detective Kresge before Bill finished an insignificant morning errand.

“She didn’t even say hello to you or Tara, just left? I thought she wanted this vacation, Mom.”

“Dana does, Bill. She’s just… going through a hard time right now.”

“And she doesn’t want to share that with us? Just wants to sleep here most nights and leave in the morning before I can even say ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’?”

And it had come tumbling out. Dana and Maggie, huddled at the table mere hours ago, denying and insisting about PCR tests and a long-lost Scully daughter.

“I know Melissa, Bill-- she would’ve never had a child without telling me. Dana is using a 60% possibility to justify her denial because she sees this little girl as a chance that… a chance that was taken away from her. And,” she paused, gripping her arms and steeling her voice, “and I know my babies. I know myself. There were so many small things after your father passed… sometimes, I’d see him from the corner of my eye, smiling at me; or I’d hear his voice late at night, announcing his sudden arrival back from deployment.”

“But, Mom--”

“Yes, I know they weren’t real; but there are things that feel real, and your sister is struggling with them right now. This Christmas has been hard, Bill, as much as we do our best to make it a beautiful time for you and Tara and the baby. Dana has more than the loss of her father and her sister to wrestle with.”

*****

The day passed in preparation for the evening’s party, more decorations and more food and more people filling up the space before Bill could take a moment to relax. An innocent remark about his late father flew completely over his sister’s head; and, tired of walking on eggshells, he asked her to help him in the kitchen.

Careful Billy, you meddler, Melissa used to tease. Perhaps that was her version of wisdom; and perhaps he should have remembered it before his directness came across as accusation, slipping from one point of irritation to the next without tact or grace.

You know Dana hates how direct we are, Billy: it shoves her into a corner that she can’t escape from.

It’s never stopped you, he'd said.

Yeah, well, why do you think she doesn’t ask me for advice very often? she'd replied, poking him companionably.

Bill mumbled their back and forth, alone, with somber fondness.

*****

He’d been given the picture shortly after Melissa became a more permanent fixture in their lives.

“It’s a good one, isn’t it? Had it taken before… you know.”

They’d been sitting in his rattrap apartment listening to Tara prattle to one of her girlfriends about how happy she was to unpack the last of their things-- relaxed and hearty and if not happy then something close to it. Their little sister’s abduction and return had unsettled them, unsettled him; and her quick recovery and dogged insistence on going back to work soon, too soon, had rankled him. But Bill had finally given in and called up Dana at Melissa’s insistence-- the wound, though it remained, was healing.

“I never understood why you left for so long without at least calling more than once in a while.”

“Bill, I just… I needed to resettle after Dad died. You all were there for Mom, even Charlie; but I….” She shrugged, changing the topic by pointing at the photograph. “My friend took that right before I had to jump in the car to go. She said, ‘Think of a beautiful memory and I’ll capture it forever’; and the most beautiful thing I thought of in that moment was the smile you flashed me after I threw an orange right between Harry Pinklewhit’s eyes.”

He’d laughed in spite of her non-answer; and their conversation drew Tara in, who’d also laughed at nine-year-old Melissa’s incredible throwing arm.

Bill didn’t feel like smiling when he’d handed over that photograph to Dana, the question of Melissa's legacy laid to rest in the replica of his sisters' girlhood bedroom. He and Tara, his mother, and Melissa had been where Dana now stood; and, despite some necessary pain, the facts would give her an opportunity to accept and grieve her loss.

Standing in the doorway while Dana, rebellion and determination in her eyes, slid past him with the social worker, Bill wondered when-- or if-- that acceptance would begin.

*****

The three had resolved not to question Dana further. If she was pursuing adoption, then a decision would be finalized either way; and in the end, it was just the four of them.

“Five”, Bill amended; and Tara had teared up and given him a big hug.

Determined to have a good time on Christmas morning, even if the youngest Scully might get up and walk out on a moment’s notice, they’d flocked in, woken Dana, and pounced on the presents before she’d completely defogged-- a strategy unintentionally spearheaded by Tara. Seizing an opportunity, Bill swept along beside her, kneeling down to hand over the biggest present she'd been drooling over for the past month. His mother gravitated to Dana, snuggling up next to her on the couch; and teamwork or group effort or separate but uniting plots seemed to successfully keep his sister from bolting.

Until he’d gleefully stumbled to the door and inadvertently shepherded in Dana’s latest twist in the case.

“According to this… I… am Emily’s mother.”

And what could anyone say to that?

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic!

#txf #fic #Bill Scully POV #Part IV #You're Not Here Dana-- You're a Million Miles Away"#Bill Scully #Scully #Maggie Scully #Tara Scully #Melissa Scully #xf fanfic #x-files #xfiles #the x files #mine #randomfoggytiger's fic

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sharksters · 9 months

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Rink [ Connor x F.Reader ]

omg its been a LONGG time since ive written like this so so sorry, im better at writing nsfw . i didnt really proofread,this isnt that special or in depth ;;

wc: 0.4k

It took a long time for places to open back up after the revolution, in fear of any attacks. But the one of the first places to reopen was the ice skating rink. You had the perfect idea to get the station back into working shape after the long break everyone took.

“Good morning, Detective.” Connor greeted you as you put up flyers on everyone’s desks.

‘DPD Ice Skating Meet @ Detroit Rink, 6pm (insert random date)’

“Hi Connor,” you handed him a flyer “Would you like to come? You’re invited as-well.” A smile spread across your face when he agreed. “Great! I’ll see you then!”

Only a select few actually showed up such as Hank, Ben, Gavin, Nines, and then Connor came in last. He was wearing something way more casual than usual, even just the little outfit change made you flustered. Sure the suit was a nice turn on (LMAO.. yea) but this was different it made you happy to see him wearing what he wanted. He walked up to you.

“You look nice, Y/N! Let’s go get our skates.” You weren’t wearing anything fancy but his comment seemed sincere.

“May we get size 13 skates and (your shoe size) skates, please?” After receiving your skates you both sat down on a bench. Connor surprisingly put his on with ease but you needed some help. He saw you struggle, he kneeled down to help you. You blushed and got nervous.

“I could’ve gotten them myself!”

“Didn’t seem like it,” he laughed “It’s okay I don’t mind helping you.” Connor’s smile warmed your heart it was so nice seeing him be more human without any software restrictions. When he was finished he stood up, your faces getting close when he paused.

You saw his face flush blue.

“Sorry Detective.” he was easily embarrassed at his accident.

You kissed his nose softly,

“It’s alright.” You smiled sweetly, feeling comfortable doing this with him. Connor stood fully up then froze, processing what just happened.

There was an obvious connection between you two that everyone else noticed as-well. “Race you to the ice!” you said balance running on your skates.

#connor rk800 #dbh connor #detroit become human #x reader #fluff #connor x reader

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freakurodani · 1 year

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top 5 haikyuu moments !! (can be particular scenes or episodes or arcs) :D

OKAY!!! so i had to gather visuals for this one bc i have many feelings about this!! I went for scenes that no matter how many times i watch, they never lose their magic for me, no matter that i know theyre coming, it still takes my breath away and makes me roll around with delight, these most of these i feel like are probably pretty obvious ones, they were meant to be impactful but ough, if they dont tear me up in the best way

SO IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

I mean, what can i say??? what IS there to say?? theyve been teammates for a few weeks at this point, but hinata has given all his trust to kageyama and in turn, kageyama promised to use it to its full potential. its also a promise for their rivalry!! like, okay okay okay think about it, with the context we have with Kazuyo, kageyama has *already* decided that hinata is going to be his someone better! he sees it innately and he wants to draw it out of him, and he's, hes trying to be *hinatas* someone better too!! do u understand *shakes you* do u see what i mean!!! i mean, im sure u do, im definitely not the first person to go insane about this and ppl have probably also said it in a way thats smarter than me but just, ough

its,,,, its,,, the acceptance of it all,,, i just think about how *alone* kageyama must have felt after his grandfather passed, we see and know that hes not good at connecting with people. hes bad at communicating and hes sensitive and he's scared of getting complacent. like, the all youth camp arc and atsumu calling him a goody-two-shoes is kageyama struggling with how he is changing, how hes trying to incorporate the influences he's gotten from his betters, and he cherishes it, but he's also felt like the advice he'd been given didn't also mesh with certain parts of himself. or, thats how i read into it, anyway. he tries so *hard* to be what ppl need him to be, and he's *so scared* of being rejected again. and this is hinata (and the rest of karasuno) telling him "HEY! we like you! we think you're smart and you dont have to shoulder connection all on your own! let us help you connect with us in a way where you feel comfy too :)" and then they talk about how they want communication! and it works!! and i just *rips into a pillow with my teeth*

HINATA'S PERFECT RECEIVE!!!!! so the inarizaki match is probably my favorite?? there are so many good moments but *this?* you wanna see me go insane? do you want smth thatll make me tear up? every time!! its just!!! a beautiful culmination of all of hinatas hard work that he's put into during the year! its his change of mindset! its his growth!! he's fallen a level deeper in love with volleyball and ive fallen a level deeper in love with his character

halo around the moon <3 Tsukki's block, his hard work, his character arc and development and everything is just *chefs kiss*. i remember the first time i watched the show, i,, *hated* tsukishima, and i think we definitely arent supposed to like him at first, but GOD does that turn around!! and this moment just feels so *earned* and *epic* and in the end HE STILL ISNT SATISFIED!!!!! he STILL wanted more!!! this point was worth 100 god fucking damn!!

im talking about the inarizaki match again!! but this time with a focus on Tanaka, who kind of struggled with this match! he was in a low place during it, felt stagnated and lame. Tanaka, as a character, i would say is best characterized by his mental fortitude and stability, funny enough. He's wild, but i think part of his visual design lends that as his base (since he's often compared to buddhas/monks). But in this match, we get more depth, we see him falter and struggle! it takes more than just a slap to his cheeks to get better (tho tsukishima does point out that he gets out of his depression pretty fast) but like, tanaka uses meaningful cognition to break his rut, and its also just like, advice that I've seen used for stuff like any kind of creative block as well. The visual during the animation, he's climbing up the stairs, he's slowing down, he's coming face to face with a canyon, a plateau. He sees two options, give in, or push forward and he picks "the cooler" one, and struggles forward, forces himself ahead! and kageyama backs him up too, by not letting him back down, assuring him that his usefulness hasnt reached its end and AUGH I LOVE A TEAM YALL

okay thank u so much for the excuse to ramble about haikyuu moments that mean everything to me <33333

#conspiracy lvl: ask #hq!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tanaka ryuunosuke #tsukishima kei #long post #haikyuu!!#haikyuu meta

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gammagoop · 11 months

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my recent fixation has been the wings of fire book series since ive been rereading it, which i feel is not very related to any of my other interests and so i havent posted much about it. but i literally have “post whatever i want” in my bio so i’m not going to let the whims of an audience stop me any longer

all that to say heres some of my series opinions in the form of tierlists

(not including 3rd arc bc i havent gotten there on my reread and i dont remember it very well)

character tierlist! (added the legends: darkstalker characters manually since they weren’t in the tiermaker version)

notes:

mightyclaws is my background character fave. category 10 glup shitto event

i need to do a long post on how much i love whiteout. another day

i realy like clay in the first book and if he retained the same level of depth throughout the series he would be in the top tier-- its just that his writing makes him so shallow in the rest of the books it makes me so sad :[ i was listening (audiobook) to hidden kingdom and like. 90% of his lines/actions were about food and the other 10% were about protecting the other dragonets..... i related so much to his anxiety in the first book and his empathy and his ability to see both sides of things... gah. sad.

jambu is also one of my glup shittos. i love his whimsical ass

foeslayer is a hard one for me because she never did anything wrong she's just..... not as present as i wish she was. she's treated as a very vital character with how many large plot points hinge on her, but she doesnt have much agency herself. its stated a lot that she's extremely important to darkstalker but in the legends book we dont see much of them interacting? idk. i like her but she always feels so uninvolved

the 'beat you to death (funny)' tier is just for characters who i like on some level but are also pathetic and worms. out of that tier i like deathbringer the best and mastermind the worst

tier after that are for characters who i have a positive opinion on but not really a strong one. anemone and sora are more complicated, but i do generally like them. i really just feel bad for them if anything. i think i like clearsight more than the other characters in this tier, but she's not in the 'wonderful :D' tier because i dont think she has a very strong personality

the 'conflicting feelings' tier is kind of a trainwreck because it means a lot of things

obviously riptide is the outlier since he hasnt done anything nearly to the degrees of coral, glacier, and albatross-- but i do have conflicting feelings on him. riptide is completely inoffensive, hasn't done anything wrong, i just dont like him because he has no real reason to be in the story. like you could write him out very easily. his only purpose is to be a love interest for tsunami which is like...... gh. dude. she doesnt need one. if she's gonna have a romance it should come naturally. not "wow this seawing is handsome and also he's the first one ive properly met as well as a guy do im in love with him now" like girl do better

coral and glacier both have done bad things and obviously have bad intentions but also.... theyre not the worst. bad but not the worst.

albatross is a victim of emotional abuse and even though that doesnt justify his actions it does explain how they could have been negated

next 3 tiers are self-explanatory. i forgot to put her on there but queen vigilance goes in 'the grime beneath my shoe'

actually no i wanna talk about scarlet and battlewinner: i think the thing that i like about them is their theatrics. they bot have such a huge presence, like a disney villain. whenever i read scarlet dialogue it almost feels poorly written with how over-the-top she is but. no other character talks like that. its just how scarlet is. and i think thats so good. whereas battlewinner's situation conceptually is just cool as hell. i love how she struggles to speak because of the ice in her throat, her rage, the way she's hinted at but her reveal is completely unexpected...... very very good

no one likes morrowseer

when im in an emotional abuse and classism competition and my opponent is queen lagoon 😧

ship tierlist! (made on ms paint since i couldnt find any good ones on tiermaker. turned out to be nice since i can mess with the placement more)

notes:

top tier is /j i just dont really like how tui writes romance

i was kind of against glorybringer at first for the same reason i dont like tsunami/riptide but honestly it grew on me. their dynamic is so fun

anemome/tamarin is good i just think tamarin could do better if she wanted to. but i understand the "i can fix her" mentality and i do genuinely think tamarin could help anemone

sunny/fatespeaker is kind of a funny concept but also i can totally see it

i genuinely forgot turtlejou was a thing in canon ... it does not make sense to me. who came up with this. in the words of my friend "forced heterosexual on both parts tbh"

i love turtle and peril as friends so so so much if i saw someone romantically shipping them i feel like i could get mad

smolder/thorn is like if glorybringer was bad. mostly just because thorn can do way better than him. smolder and vermilion should kiss each other and bond over being wimp princes who havent actually done anything wrong themselves but bow to tyrant relatives to avoid getting killed

i dont know if this will be an unpopular take but clay and peril is such an awful ship. i like them as friends, i think theyre great as friends, but a romantic relationship between them would be so deeply unhealthy considering their situation. peril would be even more dependent and attached to him than she already is, and clay is not the kind of dragon who has an easy time saying 'no' to things. it would not be a malicious relationship in any way, but it would not be good for them. peril needs to learn how to live for herself, not for the approval of anyone else

okay thats all for today friends. thank you if you read all of my mismatched thoughts if you did ^_^ i love talking

#wings of fire #long post #wof #masontalking

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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The Saltwater Room (iv)

Summary: You’ve been a drifter across the sea for as long as you can remember, unwilling to stop and unwilling to settle, nervous to put down roots and trust others like you’d been taught growing up. Marcus grew up settled and happy, heartbreak led him to the sea and fate put him in your path.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (Implied smut but not detailed, mentions of experimentation, mentions of pirates, general survival violence like fighting off animals)

Notes and Warnings: AU based on the video game Raft, will feature some locations and themes of the game. This is NOT how you survive if you’re stranded at sea, please don’t use this as practical.

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i've never felt so at home (5.2k)

Vasagatan wasn’t a town, it was a ship, and you scanned the massive structure in awe. It wasn’t so large like the old cruise ships that it could take weeks to investigate but it was definitely some sort of luxury craft. Marcus dropped the anchor of the raft as you rolled the sail up and the two of you both looked at the large ship. In the week of sailing it had taken to reach the vessel you’d been meticulous about tending to Marcus’ injury, it was doing a lot better but you were still insistent on limiting his range of motion to prevent the almost healed area from getting worse.

Thankfully the salt water and herbal pastes were helping to keep infection away, big blessings seeing as you both had yet to run into an island with any communities of people, and Marcus looked over at you as he watched you get ready to head onto the ship. He was nervous to agree to it, especially after the radio tower, but you’d convinced him to stay primarily with the raft this time around; not only was he recovering from his injury still but if there were people here like at the tower then neither of you wanted to risk your only means of transport being stolen or for him to become a liability in a fight.

Not even counting the swim over, the ship had gotten wedged into rocks and pushed somewhat on shore of what might’ve been a moderately sized island, you had taken one look and knew that there was no way that Marcus would be able to make the swim without compounding his injury. He hadn’t wanted to agree with you but he knew you were right, which was why his arguing had been minimal.

“I’m going right for the navigation room, promise, the goal of this is coordinates or communication logs with Cadran.” Marcus nodded and the gentle kiss on your nose made you giggle, his own smile making you reach up to play with his scruffy beard, and you made a note to look for a good razor for him since he preferred to have a clean shave. Armed with a machete, your knife, and a headlamp that you’d pieced together with Marcus’ help you slipped into the water and began to make the swim through the gap in the rocks.

The vast difference in depth became apparent when you went from open ocean to kicking coral as you swam to the lowered back end of the boat; it looked like a ramp that had gotten stuck in the open position after the ship beached itself, with the disturbed sand and broken rock falling onto it and half submerging it. As you looked at the high wall and single door your nerves spiked, the headlamp sliding into place on your head, and you pulled the door open to see what you were working with. You had to immediately look right, the door opened to a narrow hallway in that direction, and it was dark.

The headlamp wasn’t super bright but it was better than nothing, the metal floors coated in a thin layer of algae in some places, and you thanked Marcus’ foresight of taking the shoes off the feet of the two from the tower. His pilfered pair were a little big, just like yours, so you ended up sewing together thick socks made of layers of fabric; they weren’t that comfortable but it was better than going around barefoot or in wood sandals. Every step made the sole of the boots squeak on the ground, or make a wet squishing sound, and your grip on the machete tightened when you heard rapid footfalls above you.

Not heavy enough to be a person, not heading in your direction, but the size didn’t track with anything you thought would live on an abandoned ship. The engine room was empty and you hummed after finding several notes from a mechanic, mentioning a rat infestation, but the noises you were hearing weren’t exactly small. Navigating the bottom floor was done slowly so that you could be quiet, one of the doors was locked and you backtracked to a room that had been open but you’d ignored when you heard something inside.

Your answer to what the hell was here came in the form of a giant rat…thing. The tail was curled up and it was easily the size of a small to medium dog, the screech as it pounced was a high enough pitch to echo on the metal around you but you hadn’t clammed up and instead the machete hacked right into the thing when you side stepped and put a horizontal swing into your arm. Dark blood sprayed on the walls as you stabbed it through the head to be sure it was not getting back up and you had to use your other hand to cover your mouth, gagging at the gore now on the wall and your blade.

You stepped gingerly over the body, rapidly looking around the room until you managed to find a key with the stairwell picture on the tag, and you took stock of what was in the boat and what wasn’t. Depending on how many of those rats were hanging around would determine if you came back to pilfer what you could, if there were too many then it wasn’t at all worth the risk.

Upstairs there were rooms, with plush beds, and to your immense surprise there wasn’t any water damage to any of the spaces. More notes were slipped into your journal, records of someone named General Olaf performing experiments on the rats, the lurkers, and each new thing you learned about him made your stomach crawl with disgust. He had planned to use them like soldiers, he had turned them loose on the crew when he’d abandoned the yacht after they realized it was going to get beached, and there was a chance he was still alive since the notes themselves were only dated a handful of years back.

You had to make a jack to move one of the heaviest cabinets away from the only room that had the chance of having a key for the bridge, finding a lighter instead, and with a soft grunt you began combing the ship again for supplies. If you couldn’t find the key to break the door down -since it was metal there was no way your machete was going to break through it- you had seen a gas tank that was somehow still sealed. A small part of you thought about swimming back to warn Marcus that you were going to construct a small scale bomb but it would only take longer and give more of the lurkers a chance to slip out of their hidey holes.

You’d already killed eight of the damn things and still had no idea where they were coming from, and you weren’t too keen on finding out the hard way.

One gas tank, a few electrical wires, one stray bullet, and with a lighter in hand you exhaled lightly before setting it down in front of the cabin door; the fuse was lit and you hauled ass down the stairs; there was just enough propane in that tank to work and the explosion was loud, your eyes clenched shut as you huddled down under the bottom floor staircase. There was a ringing in your ears but you saw the movement in the empty dance floor in front of you and didn’t wait, scampering up the stairs to see if you’d done it.

The door was half hanging off the hinges and you looked around the navigation room, finding blue prints with a note attached to them that had coordinates. The word Balboa was written with a question mark, the name familiar from the radio tower logs, and you couldn’t find anything else to give you direction. Your head was aching from the explosion rattling your brain but you would rest on the raft, shaking off the mild dizziness as you hurried down the stairs, avoiding the dance floor entirely to go down into the engine room and exit through the bottom most floor.

Two lurkers tried to attack you but you managed to kill one and use the door of the downstairs bathroom to stun the other one long enough to get out, making the swim for the raft after you made sure the papers would stay dry by slipping them into your bag. The woven leaves were lined with an inner plastic layer that enabled it to float, allowing you to swim without worries that the blueprints and the coordinates would be okay. As you expected Marcus was pacing, reaching out to haul you up out of the water the second you were within reach, and he began frantically checking you for injuries.

“You’re okay, thank fuck you’re okay.” He pressed his forehead to yours, gently, as he shuddered slightly with relief.

“I didn’t want to waste time to swim back and warn you I was making a bomb-“

“Why did you need to make a bomb? Wait how close were you to the explosion? Does your head hurt? How are your ears?”

“Locked metal door, went three levels down and ducked under a staircase with my hands on my ears, yes, and they still feel funny.” Marcus tugged you into the cabin, setting your bag down, and he began a cursory inspection of your ears and made you lay down.

“Don’t go to sleep, can’t do that after any kind of head injury, but I’m going to get a cold damp cloth to cover your eyes and ears. Walk me through what you found so that I know you’re awake.” He waited until he was settled in, you had the cloth on your eyes and ears, before taking your hand and letting you tell him about the ship and the lurkers and all the journal entries from Hanne and Olaf. Marcus was silent, or if he was speaking it was low enough that you didn’t hear it over the buzz of your own voice and the muffling from the wet rag, and he promised to get a course for Balboa done up.

You were good at figuring out what direction you were headed, you could get yourself pointed North with no issues, but using the navigation tech that you two had pieced together came more naturally to Marcus. He made you stay awake for a few more hours before he let you sleep, you woke up some time after noon the next day to see that he’d gone onto the yacht. The sight of a narrow, smaller, boat with a double sided paddle made you realize he’d put together what was basically a kayak but with sharper angles.

Marcus was pouring over the blueprints and offered a sheepish grin when he saw your expression, but you simply kissed him and ignored the blood stains you knew weren’t his on the bottom of his white linen shirt.

“Blueprint is for an engine.” That explanation was all the two of you really needed to justify staying long enough to piece together an actual engine, it could run on fuel or wood according to the notes. It was hard work, sure, but it also meant that Marcus had more time to heal before you went running into any other potential problems given that the radio tower notes involved distress calls there.

When the engine was finally assembled and installed, after days of non-stop work until you two absolutely had to sleep or eat, you laid in bed with Marcus and just slept as he cradled you close and praised you for how everything had come together. Downplaying his own involvement, even though he’d done most of the actual work since you’d argued against him going over to the yacht to gather and recycle what you could from the engines there. It hurt you to see him minimize his own abilities the way he was, honestly, since he was just as capable as you were even though he didn’t seem to see it.

Hanne had left notes about learning how to make a slapdash biofuel and biofuel refiner from the rangers on Balboa Island, though she hadn’t left that information -or she had and Olaf had taken it with him- but since that was your next destination you and Marcus worked on getting as much wood dried out as possible while agreeing to only use the engine in short intervals until you had a better fuel source. Leaving the Vasagaten behind was a relief, you didn’t know if the lurkers could swim but you didn’t want to chance it, and Marcus sat beside you that night as the sail and wind guided your way through the water.

“I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried that self-made bomb would have left more lasting damage.” He’d skewered two fish that were currently cooking over your little grill while the two of you ate potatoes from your planter boxes that had been cleaned and cooked up first. The clay cooking vessels that Marcus had managed to make, along with your metal cooking pot, had been a blessing in disguise now that you could actually make stews and soups. Meals like this, just sitting and relaxing as the fire crackled, were not only common but relaxing too.

“I’ll be entirely honest when I say that I tend to overestimate my abilities and my general health far more than I should.”

“You’re used to surviving on your own without someone else worrying about you, I’m not upset that you did what you had to. Like I keep having to remind you, Angel, you’re so impressive. You’ve taught me a lot.” Marcus’ free hand was holding yours, his thumb brushing along the back of your hand, and you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“You’re impressive too, you know, our skill sets compliment each other. Usually where I’m unsure you’re able and vice versa, Marcus, so please stop selling yourself short.” He hummed and pressed a kiss to your temple, the scruff of his beard and mustache tickling you a little, and the two of you spent the night after eating just laying together talking about what kind of a life you had imagined for yourselves.

“I never thought I’d really find someone in a romantic sense, actually, because of how things seemed to just fall apart for me. I’m happy that I have you, of course, I just never thought I’d have this.”

“I pictured sailing around for a bit until I felt less heartbroken, a year or two tops, then I’d go to either Tangaroa or Cadran or whatever city I could and just settle down. Ideally around my family, my parents and my sister weren’t exactly keen of me venturing out on my own, but I knew that I couldn’t really count on always being able to find them and I needed the space to be alone for a while.”

“Which you never would have gotten in any of the cities, I remember hearing from people who left Tangaroa about how strict the local government actually was with everyone working. Apparently most of the people were crammed into small apartments there and the only places with real space were for city founders and company big wigs.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised, I was worried when my family said they wanted to sail for Cadran but I can’t blame them for wanting something better than living on the ocean.”

“It’s definitely not the life for everyone.”

“Would you… if I wanted to settle somewhere would you settle with me?”

He sounded scared to ask and you knew why, logically, he was worried about you rejecting it; that you’d retreat into what you knew best, life on the sea, and leave him behind somewhere. But you weren’t afraid to try something new, you hadn’t been afraid when you decided to trust him or afraid to give him your heart, so it would be hard but you weren’t afraid to settle down if it meant keeping him in your life. You told him that, plainly and clearly, and Marcus’s eyes spilled over with tears that you kissed away before he had you on your back and crying his name into the night sky with heaving breaths against the onslaught of his mouth and a most intimate kiss.

Balboa Island was large, easily the largest island you’d ever seen, and you felt Marcus’ body stiffen when you pointed out the sign innocently sitting in the sand on the beach.

Beware of Bears

“Well…. Fuck.”

“Talk about a deterrent.”

You dropped anchor well off shore, over the week of travel time here Marcus was finally in a much better place physically, you’d fashioned a second kayak and paddle since it was convenient but the idea of facing bears was enough to seriously make you question going onto the island.

“Even if there’s two of us… the odds against a bear are bad.”

“I see the satellite receiver station there.” Marcus pointed up and you followed the line of his arm, spotting the satellite tower, and logically that meant the ranger station had to be close to it. There was a distinct lack of boats anywhere, making you wonder if the distress call from Balboa was because of the Vasagaten like you’d suspected, and you knew that Marcus wouldn’t risk it if you didn’t want to. But you didn’t want to risk the chance that Cadran’s location was actually here, seeing as it could take you and Marcus months to get close enough to pick up a radio signal until you came up with a better way of tracking where you’d already been.

“Since they aren’t actively broadcasting I don’t know what we’re going to find here but if you’re willing to try than I am too, the state of the Vasagaten and the Radio Tower along with the other notes from the tower have me worried about your family needing you.” Marcus’ jaw tightened a little at your words but you knew he appreciated that you weren’t trying to sugar-coat the potential truth, you watched his face carefully and when he nodded once and made for his kayak it was clear what he’d chosen.

Arming yourself with the hunting knife, so that Marcus had the machete, you also grabbed one of the spears so that he could take the other. It was a slow paddle to shore but as you dragged the two small vessels up out of the waves it almost felt like there was a timer, the faster you got to the tower and got answers meant the faster you could leave. Storms, sharks, and thirst were the threats you could handle without batting an eye; facing down bears though?

Marcus captured your free hand in his and pressed a kiss to your palm, the gratitude in his eyes clear even as he turned his attention to the steep pathway up off the shore, and you used the butt of your spear like a walking stick to make the upward walk a little easier. The two of you opted to move slower, the further you were from shore, to preserve as much sprinting power as you could in case you needed a quick getaway; what neither of you counted on what the sight of a man in a dark green uniform sitting in some sort of a stand, smiling at you both at the very top of the path.

“Howdy folks, welcome to Balboa Island, I’m Jack. You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout the bears on this side of things, we finally managed to set up a solid perimeter to keep ‘em on the East.” Marcus made no move of relaxing his tense posture, and neither did you, but the man didn’t seem bothered by it at all. He kept his hands off his weapon as he approached, he was actually calm with the two of you facing him down.

“Do you know the coordinates for Cadran? My family was headed there and we’re trying to find them, we’ve been through a lot to get here.”

“Coordinates? You got a workin’ navigation system?”

“We managed to piece one together.”

When Jack smiled it was joyful, even with the slight uptick of his mustache that made it seem more like a smirk, and you couldn’t help but relax just a little bit.

“Then hows about we trade? Coordinates are free but we got some extra supplies, if you could just look at our tower? Some crazy military man on a yacht showed up and had his crew ransack the tower while my team and I were fixing the relay stations, but the main Radio Tower connecting us to Tangaroa never sent anyone to fix it. when we sent a distress signal.”

“The two people there were abandoned by someone else, they attacked us when we showed up so-“

“Right, if you got the coordinates to it I can send Tequila and Ginger to inspect it. If our radio goes up we can reach out to the Caravan Island, they got lots of engineers there and can go fix up the Tower. It’d reconnect us to Tangaroa, if we get word out to them that the pirates are goin’ after towers then maybe we can get some more defenses goin’ up.”

Jack was leading you and Marcus toward the ranger station, you could see that it was actually a little community since there were a few tents and small cabins scattered around the clearing, and the people there all waved warmly at you.

“Howdy folks, come have a sit and some food.” Champ, as he introduced himself, didn’t take no for an answer and was an avid listener to you and Marcus as you recounted your meeting and adventure on the sea so far. He looked equally disturbed when you read off General Olaf’s journal entries, about experimenting on the lurkers that had infested the Vasagaten, and Jack handed Marcus a razor and a towel with a smile before Ginger led you both to the bathhouse now that you’d been fed.

None of them seemed at all surprised you wanted to keep your weapons close at hand, in fact they seemed to expect it, and while you certainly wanted to indulge in a little touching now that Marcus was freshly cleaned and shaved you both knew better than to get distracted.

The new, fresh, clothes they’d provided felt amazing compared to your salt crusted linens and as you joined them again you looked up at the tower looming over you. It was high up, the kind of height that you worried you’d get sick from, but the ladder wasn’t broken or in bad shape at least.

“I should get looking at it now, while I have sunlight.” Marcus nodded once and you began ascending the ladder, keeping your gaze up instead of out or down, and when you reached the platform you could have kissed the metal if you weren’t determined to just hurry up and get back down. The system wasn’t nearly as bad off as the Radio Tower, the worst of it all was frayed wires, and the boxes of supplies up here included a good bit of electrical tape. You did have to salvage a few new sets of wires from the old parts already up here, peeling back covers to make sure they could be easily spliced into the system, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t already known how to do.

After patching up what you could, making notes for Jack and the others so that a proper engineer could get everything fixed up later, all that was left was to flip on the device. The solar powered unit buzzed and squealed for only a moment before the sound of crackling static filled the air.

“Base to tower, you copy?” “Tower to base, I hear you loud and clear.” “Hot dang, you are a miracle worker!”

Jack’s praise made your face warm a little, you couldn’t help it, but what you hadn’t counted on was a rapid beeping as another incoming signal was picked up.

“Balboa Ranger Station, do you copy?” “Ranger Station copy, this Caravan Island?” “Sure is, good to hear from ya’ again.”

Knowing that they had their re-established contact, and that it was going to start getting dark, you began descending the ladder carefully; Marcus greeted you at the base and hugged you, no doubt terrified that you might’ve fallen, but just being back on solid ground settled your nerves.

“We got the coordinates and an offer to stay the night, but they did load us up with supplies if we want to get moving.”

“We know its hard to trust, seein’ the state of things, but you’re welcome here; Ezra, over at Caravan Island, passed a message along to Cadran to see if your folks made it. So if you want to wait it out you’re welcome to stay until we know.”

“Sounds like a good enough reason to stay, right Marcus?” He nodded and you realized that he’d let Ginger pen copies of the notes you’d found from the Tower and Vasagaten, you were honestly glad to see that some people actually wanted to try and end the piracy and attacks. To reconnect people so that everyone could be safer and happier.

“Nervous?”

“Not really.”

Marcus was watching you but you really weren’t all that bothered, his family had not reached Cadran but instead joined a small community near Caravan Island, now that you’d finally tracked them down and knew they were okay it only made sense for him to see it for himself. He’d been away from them for three years, the longest in his life, after all.

“If I- if I wanted to stay… would you?” He sounded scared to ask and you knew why, the countless conversations you had about feeling trapped and paranoid around people after everything you had been through were good enough reasons that he’d worry, and instead of being upset by his questioning you appreciated it. Far more than he’d ever know, really, the fact that he understood your past but didn’t treat you with kid-gloves because of it.

“I can try, you just would just have to be patient with me-“ He kissed you before you could even finish, you knew he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t seriously considering it and you understood it since he’d grown up only traveling on the ocean when he had to. Being on land, being around his family, was the most comfortable for him and he wanted to include you as a part of that.

Marcus sat down with you between his legs, arms wrapped around your middle as the engines rumbled along toward the island. Jack and the others had given you more than enough wood for engine fuel to speed up your trip, after you helped them construct a small raft with an engine that they could use to patrol around Balboa, and evidently the gunshots in Tangaroa had been because of General Olaf attempting to take over there and failing against the city’s military.

You both must have drifted off to sleep because when your eyes opened the sun was high and you shook Marcus gently, it would be safer to head into the cabin than stay out here and risk sunburn, but he pointed at the sight of a flag and high rocks. A small raft came out to meet you and Constable Raymond seemed delighted to learn that Marcus was one of Geoff and Marissa’s kids, the two elder Pike had evidently become a backbone of the little community.

Being led ashore, raft anchored alongside some of the others, you watched Marcus practically sprint the distance to engulf his mother in a hug. His sister Laura and her wife Sue greeted you warmly, the former very welcoming and the latter was already recounting her own tales of traveling and rescuing a Pike that she ended up falling in love with.

“They’re like sirens.” Your joke made Sue burst out into laughter and hug you, while Laura rolled her eyes good naturedly, and you followed the family to the community cabin building where the other residents had been waiting for you both since learning that you were going to be visiting. It was overwhelming, everyone was curious about you specifically, and Marcus held your hand while helping you tell a very watered down version of your early life and then happily telling them the very in depth details of how you saved him and how impressive you were.

It was too much, after hours of being surrounded by people, and you escaped to the shore to just sit and listen to the waves. Marcus joined you a little bit later, just sitting beside you, and you took his hand gently in your own.

One week turned into two, with each passing day you began to grow more comfortable around the others here, the island was definitely large enough to not only house everyone but offer places to run away and hide when you felt overwhelmed. So when Rouhi approached you about buying your raft from you, in order to take up traveling, you were faced with a decision.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t build another raft, the island had plenty of resources, but there was a part of you that knew the truth; as long as you had a way of running away… you probably would. Marcus was an amazing man and you loved him, truly loved him, but even he had guilt in his eyes on nights you would wake up fighting the monsters of your memories that plagued your nightmares. When you would need to be sitting by the shore to remind yourself that even though you weren’t moving now that you could.

He wanted to stay, to settle and not have to fear starving or dying of thirst on the open ocean, and you completely understood why. You had a choice to make and Marcus gave you the space you needed to do so, watching you finish whatever task you were assigned for the day and disappear until nightfall. It was a hard choice to make and in the times of walking away and just thinking you found a friend, someone else who felt trapped and needing to run away,

Someone like you, except his drive was strictly to go to Tangaroa to join their academy to become an engineer.

The raft drifted along the waves, the gulls cry louder than ever, and Marcus stood watching from the shoreline. He looked torn, eyes shiny, and then turned to you with a smile on his face as you watched Rouhi leave with the last remnant of your life before Marcus.

“Come on, Marcus, let’s go home.” He took your hand in his and walked beside you up the worn path toward your cabin, it was early afternoon and the two of you had a few more things you wanted to get done today, seeing Rouhi off had been hard but you’d wanted to say goodbye to the raft that had served you well for the decades it had and give the young man your blessing.

The seashell pendant on your neck was new, a gift to celebrate your marriage, and you wanted to make sure all your work was done so you could spend the next few days with your husband celebrating the start of this new life.

#year of video game aus #mentalist fanfic #marcus pike x f!reader #raft fanfic #cw implied smut #cw survival violence #chaoticwrites #year of themed creation

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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A Man of his word Story 4

“Man of my dreams”

A.M.O.H.W Masterlist

Rated M

Serious trigger warnings ⚠️ YANDERE & all the madness that accompanies it (Obsession, stalking, mentions of but not detailed abuse, light verbal assault, incorrect portrayal of DDLG relationship, infantilizing, daddy kink (obvi), gaslighting, manipulation, controlling&toxic behavior, unhealthy relationship.

Conventional relationships weren’t really your thing…Well as of late they hadn’t been, until he got ahold of you and reignited the desire for monogamy once again.

🌉 🔙 ❤️‍🩹

This man had entered your once peaceful bland life and brought with him his own brand of controlled chaos something new and exciting. Always having been made to feel expendable by other men you’d seen, but not this one.

Instead, Katsuki Bakugou had made himself into your entire reason for existing; How could you have even gotten along all this time without him?

You used to have a career and friends you’d regularly see, but that had to end, and your friends were getting used to being canceled on regularly.

Daddy needs you safe at home, waiting for him to return to you every evening.

You weren’t sure when exactly you fell into HIS routine, just like you weren’t entirely sure of when you’d become so needy and eager to please. You rubbed your thighs together and squirmed uncomfortably on the love seat. Glancing at your cellphone screen, the time read 7:15 pm you still had another hour and fifteen minutes of waiting.

Standing up and stretching, you glance out one of the floor to ceiling length windows lining the living room. You’re fifteen stories up, everything on the ground looks tiny and you like the fact you needn’t worry about anyone peeping in at you.

This penthouse became your home only after being together for two months, you clearly remember the distressed “What are you thinking?!” Your best friend said in response to the revelation that you would be in her words, “Leaving to go live with this guy that you just barely started seeing! “.

Hmph, she should have been happy for you! After suffering through so many disappointing, damaging, & dissatisfying relationships throughout the years, you’d found someone you instantly clicked with.

Katsuki Bakugou was the man in your dreams made reality, he was everything you could ever want or need without even trying. It was unreal that he admitted feeling the same things about you in return.

“Where are you going princess?” Katsuki asked, gently gripping your hand as you slipped out of his arms and stood up from the couch.

“It’s getting pretty late and my best friend had asked me to make some time to talk with her this evening, so I’d better get going” you laced your fingers with his, smiling fondly at him.

He sighs heavily “Oh…alright then, I’ll walk you to your car” giving your hand a squeeze before releasing it. You frowned at this, following him towards the door and stopping to put on your shoes.

“_______, before you leave I…never mind, s’not important”

You know it is, because rarely does he address you sounding so serious.

“What is it? Please tell me Suki, I’m not in a huge hurry to leave, if you need to talk to me about something then please-“ he interrupts you, speaking so quickly it all comes out in a long string of jumbled words.

“Iwantyoutomoveinwithme”

“Sorry I didn’t catch th-“

“I.want.you.to.move.in.with.me”

Making sure to put emphasis on each word as he presses you against the door, vermilion eyes locked with yours.

Your mouth hangs agape, surprise apparent based on your lack of speech.

“I know when I want something, and I know I might be acting selfishly when I say that I want you all to myself, but I don’t care” he brings his hand up to cup your cheek.

“I worry about you staying in that place; I know your friend does her best to look after you, but she can’t keep you safe like I can…Ive lived in this place alone for years and it never bothered me before, but ever since you started coming here…It’s..It…I get lonely when you leave alright?!” He admits with a frustrated huff, his face reddening all the way to the tips of his ears. You can’t help but to start giggling at this child like action, which immediately has him bristling.

“The hell is so funny hah?!”

You start to laugh harder, frustrating him further when you manage to slide away and continue to giggle.

“Your entire face is red to the tips of your ears, you look silly daddy!”.

His smile suddenly turns devious at your use of that nickname; “Come here you little brat I’m going to teach you what happens when you make fun of daddy!”.

That was the first time you’d flaked on a friend. Just three days later all of your things were moved out of the apartment you two shared, and into Bakugou’s penthouse.

Checking the time again; It now reads 7:43….58 minutes left.

Walking around your luxurious abode and wearing your floor length silk robe made you feel like one of those glamorous actresses from the 60’s. You liked wearing a fancy pair of heels that go click clack on the marble flooring. When you first moved in you’d strut around, practicing your runway walk and posing for invisible cameras.

The first time Katsuki came home early and walked in on this, he’d hid around the corner and peeked at you.

Only popping out when you’d been in a particularly scandalous position (and after he’d snapped enough good photos for himself) using the flash on his phone to announce his presence.

“You photograph real nicely princess” he’d complimented as your legs rested on his shoulders that evening. He kissed the inside of your ankle where the gold chain with his initials was dangling, “I like these heels on you too, better get you s’more don’t cha think?”.

Eyes crossed and incapable of intelligible speak, you opted for giving him a thumbs up and this has him laughing.

When he’d forcedyoutoquit convinced you that your job wasn’t worth the stress it would bring. You’d asked him to make the resignation call for you, positive you wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Watching the sunset that evening, you began to have second thoughts…

Wasn’t being self sufficient important to me?

“Princess? Aren’t you going to start getting ready? We’re leaving in an hour” says an annoyed Katsuki interrupting your thoughts.

“Ready for what babe?”

“The stupid gala for that fundraiser thing! I told you about it last week and reminded you earlier”

Shit, how had you forgotten!

“The whole thing with my job must of made it slip my mind, sorry I’ll be ready on time I promise” you apologize and start hurrying to do so.

When you finally are dressed and ready to go, he’s all compliments and kisses as you two enter the limo.

“Now that you don’t have to work anymore you’ll be able to focus on more important things princess, I’ll do whatever you need of me to help you achieve all your dreams…In return you just have to be a good little wifey for me”. You took both his generosity and words to heart, with an affirmative nod you replied “I’ll be the best there is daddy! I promise!”.

You made sure to follow through with that promise, and you certainly didn’t disappoint.

That’s why at exactly 8:28 pm you could be found pacing back and forth in the living room. You were dressed in what he’d laid out for you this morning, surprisingly simplistic but every bit childish. The skirt was supposed to be too short, the shirt was supposed to show the bottom of your tits, the thigh highs were supposed to squeeze tight enough to have you popping out of the tops of them.

As soon as the key inserted into the lock you were in front of the door, legs rubbing together in anticipation once more.

Daddy’s home!

When the door opened you were the first thing he should see.

There you were, wearing exactly what he put out for you, bouncing up and down “accidentally” showing him your perfect tits, before throwing your arms around his neck.

“Welcome home daddy, I missed you!”

Of course you did, and he missed you too, he made sure to tell you so.

“What did you do today princess?”

Stayed home like his good little girl is supposed to of course. You don’t need to go anywhere without him, you don’t need anyone except him, the two of you had your own shared world right here inside this penthouse.

Occasionally extra’s had to come intrude on it, but Katsuki made sure those times were few and far between.

He didn’t appreciate his friends eye’s on you, their darkened gazes always seemed to linger a little too long. No doubt they wanted you for themselves you were too sweet, the perfect little house wife. He likes it so much better when you two are alone in the evenings. When you perch yourself on his lap at the end of the day listening to all of his heroic deeds; Cheering during the exciting parts, gasping when something dramatic happens, and god forbid he ended up having some sort of close call or happened to get injured. That’s when your bottom lip begins to tremble and your eyes well up with tears.

“Daddy! I’m so glad you made it back home to me…I’d be lost without you!”

He’ll try to ignore the rising tent in his pants, but you’ll inevitably point it out because that’s what you do, you might be his good girl, but you’re also his little cock hungry whore. Never one to pass up any opportunity to get piped down by him. He takes it in stride though, it puffs up his ego to know that no one else will see the faces you show him.

No one else will get to enjoy the angelic symphony of your pleasured screams and desperate moans that bounce around the walls of his penthouse. Just like how tonight starts out with him having you bouncing in his lap.

First things first:

“Can you show daddy those pretty tits while you choke on his cock princess?”

You don’t even miss a beat; Your head continuously bobbing up and down as you twist your tiny little shirt up a few inches.

“Perfect”

You are perfect in his eyes, you listen to him and do everything exactly how he likes it to be done, you don’t ask pointless questions, bitch at him for or over stupid shit. You don’t tell him he’s too controlling when he tells you that you aren’t allowed to go out with your friends. You don’t try to break up with him when you realize you haven’t talked to, nor seen anyone other than him in over a month. You wouldn’t threaten to put a restraining order on him if you found out he was following you home(and any/everywhere else you go), reasons being; One you live with him, and two, you don’t leave home without him anymore.

“Am I *slurp* doing good *gag* daddy?”

Of course you are, you never aren’t good for him! Well there has been a few times in the beginning…He’s unnecessarily rough when he fists your hair as those “incidents” come to mind.

Ground Zero is engaged in a savage brawl with an unnamed asailent on the edge of Juban shopping district!

(✨Whoops wrong fandom🌙)

The vibration in his pocket goes completely unnoticed as he ducks to avoid the much too large fist aimed towards his face. Landing a quick but extremely effective exploding uppercut to the jaw, and finishing the fight with his signature right hook to the elephant of a man’s temple.

“Night Night Motherfucker” he sneers, watching the villains eyes roll up as he tumbles backwards and hits the asphalt unconscious. The unfortunate civilians and shop keepers that were forced to take cover, start to emerge from their various hiding places and erupt into thankful cheers and sobs.

These extra’s should be singing his praises, they got incredibly lucky that he’d been forced to patrol all the way out here today. The heroes on this side of the city were considered mediocre at best, hence the reason why Ground Zero was out here; The bigger names get brought in a few times a month to discourage villain attacks in this “weaker” part of town. By the looks of it some loser got all keyed up on whatever type of hybrid mixture of steroids and trigger the cartel is peddling out these days, and then just went on a fucking rampage that rivals that of a festival Travis Scott’s headlining (Too soon?). Another victory befitting of the #2 hero! Once his “back up” finally arrived and started seeing to the injured he was able to duck into an alleyway and check his phone.

He frowned seeing no texts from you, but one notification from his top of the line home security system. Clicking on it he sees the video feed of you exiting the penthouse (Much too done up for his liking), where the fuck were you going? You should be at home sitting on the couch, eyes filled with tears and trembling as you watched him kick the shit out of some low life.

You aren’t though…

So he calls you, and calls you, and calls you again, no answer. You haven’t come home yet, he’s checked the security camera stream multiple times.

“You’re cleared to head home Ground Zero, excellent work out there, we’ve got the rest covered” the police chief says with a mock salute.

Head home…where you aren’t going to be there waiting at the door in the cute little get up he picked out for you this morning…

“Princess?!”

Katsuki calls out for you after dragging his heavy feet over the threshold into his darkened home.

No response.

He called you again, hearing the vibration of your phone before seeing it on the small stand by the door. For some reason a heavy feeling of dread welled up inside of him and goosebumps began coating his flesh.

What if you don’t come back?

He refused to believe some cheesy romance novel bullshit like “She left and took her warmth along with her”. He scoffed, and made it a point to turn the heat up as he made his way over to the liquor cabinet and popped the top off his expensive scotch. Pouring himself a generous and stiff drink before trudging to his room for a shower.

Had you been home to greet him after watching his bad ass showdown earlier, you’d undoubtedly reward your amazing hero like you always did when he really kicked some serious ass.

The very first time he’d come home battle worn and high on adrenaline; You’d finally let him take your ass, he was the only one you’d ever allowed to do such a naughty thing to you.

The second time you’d rode on his back as he blasted you two all the way up to the highest sky scraper in Musutafu. Where you then proceeded to give him an award winning blow job and after that you let him fuck the absolute shit out of you while he’d bent you over the safety railing.

By the time he exited the shower he was blue balled and furious;“Baby….you better fucking be home now!”.

You quietly slipped inside an hour later, it was now 11:30 PM.

“Welcome home princess”

His quiet greeting had you jumping and clutching your chest fearfully.

“Daddy you scared me!”

Setting his empty glass on the coffee table he gets up, hands shoved in his pockets as he stalks over to you.

“I missed you” you coo, attempting to wind your arms around him “I just now heard about what happened today, I’m so p-“.

“Fucking save it” he snarls, shoving you away and heading towards the bedroom.

“I don’t know if I like him, he sounds a little…..unpredictable” your friend had told you earlier that evening.

Of course you followed him into your shared bedroom, disregarding his temper and underestimating the depth of his fury.

“I thought you were different, I thought you were going to be a good woman and a respectful wife but you fuckin’ fooled me, good job!”

He’d screamed at you, eventually his continued berating and repeatedly pushing you away got to be too much.

“Fine Katsuki” you whimper, grabbing your purse and sobbing as you left the room.

“Just where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”

Snatching your phone off the table and heading towards the front door, he’s grabbing you before you can turn the handle.

“Let me go! I’m leaving! I’m fucking leaving!” You screech, attempting to push him away this time.

“No! You aren’t walking out on me, I won’t fucking let you! You’re mine goddamnit! Don’t you get it?! You aren’t safe out there baby, you need me to take care of you, you aren’t safe out there!” he was too strong, you couldn’t separate yourself from him. He held you close as you two sunk down to the floor “You can’t leave baby, I love you…I’ll always take good care of you, you just can’t do this anymore”.

Your throat was raw and your eyes were swollen by the time he carried you to bed that night.

“I’m sorry daddy…I won’t ever try to leave, I don’t wanna go out where the bad people are waiting to take me away from you…I don’t wanna go away from you”.

The second time, you’d actually runaway…You were out alone in the city and hysterical for almost five hours before he inevitably found you.

Once you two got home, he’d had to hurt you…

You two don’t discuss that night, you forced yourself to forget it, but the fear remains.

“You make me so happy princess, always taking such good care of me, what could I ever have done to deserve ending up with such a perfect lil thing like you huh?” He says this while watching you clean off and lick up the bit of his cum purposefully smeared across your pretty face. You flash that dazzling smile of your’s his way as you sit back on your heels. “Show daddy what a mess you’ve made princess”.

When you spread your legs for him you can’t help but feel shy at what you’d been hiding. “Spread it open for me”.

Two manicured fingers slide down and separate your folds, strings of slick connecting between each, and what had been pooling up now freely dribbles down your slit onto the floor.

“Such a messy little thing you are”

Your bottom lip trembles as you reach out for him, and as soon as you hear him rasp “C’mere pretty girl, come to daddy” you spring up and onto his lap.

Your peppering his face with kisses as he carries you to bed. Where you are immediately (and carefully) tossed onto the mattress, giggling as you bounce on the soft surface. The first time he’d ever laid eyes on you he knew you had to be his. He didn’t immediately approach you, no he’d made sure to do his research on you. For two whole weeks he’d watched you as much as his schedule would permit. Making it a point to be stationed to patrol on your side of town, just to make sure you made it home safe every night.

Even after that first meeting, you’d kept him waiting for a month before you let him touch you intimately. His calloused fingertips trailed over your soft flesh now, just as they did the first time. You still get embarrassed as he slips between your legs, hiding your face as his is now in line with your sopping core.

“Eyes on me princess”

You spread your fingers, showing your eyes to comply and he teasingly taps your clit. Condescendingly he tuts at you “Nu-Uh pretty baby, no hiding from me”. Dropping your hands on to the bed, now unhindered you stare back at him while fidgeting nervously. Katsuki returns your shy stare with an expectant one of his one, he’s waiting for something.

“Please”

Your small voice uttered the magic word and his mouth is on you instantly.

You know he needs eye contact for some reason, even though you’ve tried to talk him out of it. Maybe it’s to keep you in the moment, maybe it’s because he’s nervous you might be thinking of someone else? You don’t have time to ponder it as his flattened tongue grinds against your exposed clit. You gasp as he slips the first finger in, quick to have you writhing around the second one, and thrashing as his tongue works in tandem with both digits stretching you out.

“If you want daddy’s cock you’ll cum on his tounge like a good girl”

“I-I c-cant daddyyy s’embarassing”

It should be easy for you to let go now, but during times like this it isn’t. He has to coax it out of you, and that’s just fine with him because of the reward awaiting his efforts.

“Oh? Gonna give daddy a special treat this time?”

“N-ooooo”

“I think you are”

“I’m notttt”

It’s cute how you attempt to squirm out of his hold, trying to wriggle your hips away from his mouth. Only to have his grip on your thighs turn iron clad.

“Yes you are”

It’s not like it takes him that much effort, he’s already got you to the edge.

Your legs are trembling violently by the time your clit gets abused some more.

“C’mon baby…I know you want to…cum for daddy”

The vibrations from his voice alone have your teeth clenched, just a little more added pressure and…

“N-No” you whine, giving a last ditch effort to hold back the inevitable gush that floods his mouth with the taste of you.

“So good baby”

He presses a kiss to your clit, adding another shockwave of overstimulation your already shaking body.

None of the other women Katsuki’s been with could compare to YOU.

Just one disappointment after another, at one point he actually might have started to believe it was something wrong HE was doing…fucking hilarious right? To think that he Katsuki Bakugou, the amazing and wonderful King Explosion Murder himself would have any sort of “Character defects”.

“Something is just wrong with you! This isn’t normal behavior Katsuki-“

“I told you already! He was one of my good friends back in high school! You didn’t have to threaten him like that-“

“I dont need you to escort me everywhere I go! I think we need time apart…”

Fucking bullshit, all of it was just fucking bullshit.

If they weren’t trying to hide something then why couldn’t he go out with them?

Why did they need to be around some loser from high school anyway?

“Daddy?”

Your voice brought him back to the present instantly.

“Are you okay?”

You weren’t sure why but that far away look in his eye…It caused a wave of fear to roll across your entire psyche.

Like you’d seen it before and whatever happened wasn’t good…Not good at all.

“I’m fine…Just thinking…”

Growing up, his mother always instilled in him that he should never settle for anything other than the best. His mother liked you…Nah, she loved you. Made you feel like part of the family right away (and that’s saying something because even Katsuki himself often feels like the odd man out around his “family”). He just took that as another sign that you were the ideal partner for him. That’s why he wouldn’t ever be able to let you get away.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry me”

Kirishima choked on his beer at hearing that, “What? Already?!” he’d spluttered. Mina hands him a napkin and gives Bakugou an appraising look, “You really are all about this one aren’t you blasty?”.

“He was “all about” the last three too, and they ran for their lives” Kaminari joked (If only he knew how close to home his words hit), immediately hiding behind Sero as he was being threatened by a glowing fist.

“Oh leave him alone, she’s nice enough isn’t she? Seemed genuine all the times we’ve met her” Sero tips his glass in Bakugou’s direction, always the mellow one.

You were entirely genuine with your affections towards him; You didn’t care about his money, or status, you weren’t out to trap him.

“I just want you Suki, all your good, all your bad, all of your joy, and all of your pain, I promise your heart is the only thing I’m after…Well that is…if you can say the same about me?”

Of course he did.

You were about to get his attention again, but it wasn’t necessary as he swooped down to capture your lips.

It was surprisingly light at first, but that didn’t last for long; Nipping harshly at your lip had you whine and in turn gave way for his tounge to slither its way in. Brushing across yours, you sucked it further in, for a split second you’d got the upper hand. He was quick to to take it back (As always), you ceased all movement when you felt the tip of his cock brush up and down your slit.

He swallowed each of the needy moans you offer him, your legs winding their way around him, intent on pulling him in.

Abruptly breaking this kiss, he straightened up and narrowed red eyes fully take you in. You look so beautiful like this; All pouty lips and batting eyelashes, asking him so nicely “Please daddy…put it in? Been a good girl all day, no more waitingggg”.

He lets your grabby hands take hold of his biceps, “Daddyyyy” there you go whining for him. You huff, and just as the attitude is about to come out his hand grips your cheeks, a finger lifting your chin.

“You don’t get to tell me when it’s time for me to put it in, little girls aren’t in control here…Daddy makes all the desicions, right princess?”

He nods your head for you.

“That’s what I thought…such a needy cry baby little bitch” Katsuki laughs meanly at this, smug expression and all. He lets go of your face, dropping you back down on the pillows as he lines himself up.

“S’okay though…cause I love ya for it”

One more kiss and then he shoves his cock in.

The startled and pained cry you emit is music to his fucking ears. He starts out slow, no way In hell he’s completely stopping to let you adjust. No he can’t stop, not for a single second, the way your pussy’s walls flutter and attempt to properly grasp at him.

“Daddy please gimme a sec-“

“You can take it princess, be my good lil Bitch just.fucking.take it!”

You felt so good wrapped around him, the very first time he’d felt it nearly did him in. Sometimes he wonders if you are secretly some sort of witch; Katsuki never thought it was capable for him to become so enraptured with a woman like this.

Puppy love.

That’s all he’d ever known before you came along. You brought out the best and worst in him; So in love and dedicated that he’d do anything in the name of your happiness, but at the same time…Mortal greed gave way to a twisted sordid obsession. He would kill and conquer in your name, destroy all of mankind if you, his greatest treasure, were ever somehow stolen from him. Of course that would never happen, no one even gets near you without consent from him. Not even your best friend or family members were capable of being acceptable company by the high standards set by him, “I’m all you need, forget about them”.

Your hands run up his chest, before settling on his shoulders, on succeeding in keeping him semi grounded. You wanted all of him didn’t you? Pounding away at you in a steady rhythm, he’s hoping that this time you’ll show him just how beautifully you become when you entirely blossom, all just for him.

Katsuki Bakugou admitted that at times he’s selfish; Especially when it comes to you, extremely so when it comes to YOU. Only one type of person does he ever plan to share you with, (Inevitability it’s gonna be more than one, he’s assured you of this); That type of person is one that shares both your blood and his, that’ll refer to you as “Momma” for as long as it lives.

Your nails rake down his back and he emits a loud hiss, “You aren’t paying attention to me!” You snap. Bringing your fingers back up with the intent on scratching him again.

“M’sorry princess…daddy’s just thinking about how many babies he’s gonna fill you up with” his words paired with a sharp hit to your G-spot, causes an unrestrained cry of pleasure to erupt from deep within your chest.

He pulls your legs from around his waist, bending them at the knee and pressing them between you both until they touch your chest. His thrusts resume, hitting deeper this time, resulting in an almost rapid fire assault on that special spot. When he finally slows it’s only to continually rotate his hips as he presses deeper inside of you.

“Yeah you fuckin’ like that don’t you baby?”

You can’t see the equal parts smug and lecherous look he’s giving you, your eyes fluttered as they roll back time and time again.

“Course you do” he grunts, wiping drool from the side of your open mouth. God he loved you, but at the same time his obsession with you had his heart feeling like it might burst! Or maybe it was caused from the sensation he felt from his balls starting to clench, aching to be emptied into your weeping little cunt.

Not yet, just a little more.

“Let me in princess” he coos in your ear “Open up for me”. He presses further inside and your hand immediately shoots out in attempts to stop him, “It’s too deep, too much!”.

He shushes you, your hand sliding down the length of his chest, he takes it and places it on your stomach, pressing it down before continuing his movements.

“That feel better?”

You wince, nodding slightly.

“Keep the pressure on it okay? You’re doing so well for me, so proud of you princess” you let out a content sigh after sharing another passionate kiss.

He’s got you relaxed enough, now he just has to keep your mind of the discomfort. Rubbing your clit, he speeds up the thrusts of his hips once again. He can feel it, you’re finally opening up completely. Your legs begin to shake and his teeth clench, as you start to cum, your pussy begins milking him. Then you start in on him;

“Please cum for me daddy, fill me all the way up! I want you to put a baby in me, just like you promised!”.

That did him in.

Thrusting in as far as you’ll take him, his vision whites out as rope after rope of his seed spill into your womb. It’s like he can feel your cunt happily slurping up every drop he has to give. Once he’s empty he collapses on top of you, and he must have dozed off for a few minutes. When he comes to, your rubbing his back humming softly, all the while holding him as close as you can.

He snakes his arms underneath then around you, keeping his head laid on your chest.

“I love you so much princess”

“I love you too daddy”

“You’re mine forever, You know that don’t you?”

“Your’s forever….I promise”

He doesn’t look up to see the tears you’ve begun to shed, and even if he had, he’d mistake them for tears of happiness. In only a short time his breath evened out, he sleeps soundly.

While you lay awake, sobbing silently, making an effort to keep your body from trembling, lest your chest shake too hard and wake him.

This was the one committed relationship you desperately wished you’d have never gotten in.

The man of your dreams has now become the monster that FOREVER will haunt them

Fin.

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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Next Time

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader [no use of y/n]

Filling a prompt from a very nice Nonnie from ages ago during my last follower milestone.

could i ask for javi / whiskey "ive been nagging you to go on a date with me for ages, and you finally agreed, and it was a total disaster", with as happy an ending as you wanna write

Words: 2.4k (it may have taken me a month to get to but I’m coming out swinging)

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Rated: Teen. Warnings: language. this is just fluff

"Yes."

Jack pulled himself up short. "I’m sorry darlin’ run that by me again?"

"I said yes."

Jack blinked at you, then glanced down at his shoes. When he was dreaming he was never in the right shoes. But there were his boots, scuffed to shit and looking mighty correct for the situation. "Yes?"

You shrugged one shoulder. "Unless you weren’t serious in which case-"

"No!" He quickly cut you off. "I was serious I just… what changed your mind?"

He’d been asking you out for the better part of six months, ever since you started working at Statesman in the records department. Transferring thousands of old case files to digital. He enjoyed finding you down in the old file cabinets, hair a bit of a mess and your shirt sticking to your slick skin. It was always hot down here.

"If I say no are you just going to ask me again next week?"

"Well you smile so sweetly when you do it."

You rolled your eyes, moving a box of papers from one table to another. "That’s why."

Jack hesitated. "I thought we were having a bit of fun, flirting and all that. If you genuinely want me to stop asking I’ll do that."

You paused, sizing him up. Jack had been in his fair share of fights. He knew a size up when one happened. "You would?"

He tipped his hat off, running a hand through his hair. "I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable."

"Then yes."

You’d turned away from him so you missed the look of shock on his face. Or the wide grin that soon followed.

+++

Jack had it planned to a ’T’. He’d noticed the Wildcats mug on your desk so he’d gotten tickets to a home game. For after, he’d made reservations at a rooftop restaurant downtown that offered great food and even a little bit of dancing if he could coax you into it. If not, they had a good bar he could swing you over to and spend an hour or so sipping martinis.

You were one of the workers who chose to live at the distillery and he pulled up in his Bronco at 3pm on the dot just like he’d said. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while he waited, unbuttoning one more button on his shirt after a moment’s thought. It was hot out, he didn’t need to sweat through the damn thing.

He jumped when he heard your door close and left from the truck, coming around and opening the door, taking in your prim pencil skirt and blouse. You looked like you were headed in to work.

"Ready for a great day?" He asked, trying to blanket you with some of his enthusiasm. You smiled at him and he took it as a good sign, swinging into the truck and heading out. He made small talk on the way, talking about your pets (you didn’t have any), your houseplants (one succulent you were well on your way to killing), and your book collection (extensive, finally a good topic). He’d pulled some strings with some higher ups at Commonwealth Stadium and gotten VIP parking. He tucked your hand into the crook of his arm as he led you inside, asking if you wanted any refreshments and frowning when you said no.

The game had just started when he sat you down, smiling at what good seats they were. Right on the fifty yard line. The crowd was boisterous and he put a protective arm over the back of your chair when the fan next to you leapt to his feet.

"Nothing like a good game of pigskin am I right?"

Your face looked incredulous and then quickly turned into a mask of polite interest. "I guess."

Jack blinked, eyeing the curve of your cheek as you turned back to the field. He frowned. Then he asked, "I saw the Wildcats mug on your desk. I know it’s not basketball but I figured…"

"Oh," you gave him a wane smile, "I stole that from the break room. It’s not mine."

Well fuck.

"You want a hotdog?"

"I’m a vegetarian."

Double fuck.

He thought through his problem for the entire first quarter. You had your phone in your hands and as far as he could tell you’d spent the last hour doing five New York Times crosswords.

"C’mon," he stood, holding a hand out for you. "Let’s go."

Your brows drew together and you looked around. "Is it done?"

He couldn’t help his smile, he’d really missed the mark with this one. "No, but we are."

Back at the Bronco he opened the door for you again, eyeing how you tucked your skirt under as you slid your legs inside. That outfit really should have been his first clue. He slid into his own seat, starting the engine and resting a hand on your seat as he looked back.

"This was… fun. Thanks."

He paused, looking at you. "Sweetheart I’m not done with you yet. I’ve only got one chance at this right? Well, I’m going to take as many shots as I can." One of them is bound to hit, he thought to himself.

+++

What was the opposite of a football game?

Decorative art.

The Headley Whitney was one of those places Jack had only ever been to as part of a gala. He’d never actually looked around the place - just strolled the grounds and had a nice little interlude with a pretty brunette out behind the rose garden.

It was a crap shoot. If this hadn’t worked he was just going to take you to the library downtown and hope for the best. But you seemed interested, stopping to admire a … vase maybe? With a carved bird perched on it. He stopped to admire you. The curve of your ass in that skirt, the way he could just barely see the outline of your bra through your blouse.

"We didn’t have to leave."

Your words startled him and he jerked his eyes up to your face. But you were still turned away from him, studying the collection of vases.

"Pardon?"

"We didn’t have to leave," you said again, slowly taking a step to the side to admire a brooch. "The game that is."

"You have that deep a backlog of crossword puzzles?"

You shot him a smile over your shoulder and it hit him like a gut punch. "I hadn’t even gotten to the Sunday ones. That would have kept me busy unless they went into overtime."

His grin widened and he stepped closer to you, cautiously resting his hand on your lower back. When you didn’t move he settled in more comfortably next to you. He glanced at the closest object. "That’s a nice… thing."

"It says it’s a necklace."

Jack hummed.

"Want to go see the dollhouses?"

Ok. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t stop the groan that fell from him. "Do we have to?"

Your laugh filled the silent space, echoing off the walls until you covered your mouth with one hand and gave him a sheepish look. A loud throat clearing to his right and Jack saw a docent giving them a pointed look.

"We’re the only ones here," he stage whispered back.

"Sir, if you would please lower your voice and respect the art work."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Like that damn parrot cares if we raise our voices."

"Jack," you admonished lightly, pushing his arm. He caught your hand, slipping his fingers in between yours.

"Dollhouses?"

Look, it really wasn’t his fault. The museum wasn’t built for a man of his height. Surely it was just little old grandmas and reluctant school kids. If it had been built correctly the ceiling beam wouldn’t have knocked his hat off.

Jack wouldn’t have dove to catch it.

And he wouldn’t have knocked you into what the sign declared to be a 'unique example of 19th century craftsmanship'.

Jack wasn’t sure who was more horrified. You for collapsing onto an antique dollhouse, one that promptly caved in under your weight. Or him as he realized that saving his hat had sacrificed your dignity.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Scratch that. The docent. The docent was the most horrified. Jack scrambled to make amends, eventually offering a sizable donation in the Statesman name to the museum. He’d have to talk to Champ about that one later.

But the visit was definitely over and Jack noted that you had a slight hitch in your step as you left.

"You okay?"

"Oh?" You glanced up at him and then winced. "I’m fine. Just twisted my ankle a little when I fell."

When you pushed me, you did not say.

Jack looped an arm around your waist and helped you back to the truck. Sitting you down, he carefully pulled your little kitten heel off and examined your foot, pressing and turning it this way and that. Watching your face as you winced.

"I don’t think it’s even a sprain," he finally announced and you nodded, slipping your shoe back on. He stayed squatting next to you, his hands braced on his knees. "Should I even bother taking you to dinner?"

"Let me guess. Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse?"

He chuckled and stood, carefully closing your door and then crossing around. "Wouldn’t that have just been the cherry on top of all this."

"I am hungry."

"Well the least I can do is feed you."

+++

Why did he think his luck would change?

It had all been fine. Sure the sky got a little dark a little early. He’d checked the weather forecast, the storm was going to pass well south of the city. There was nothing to worry about. Even the little bit of rain had been manageable, he’d just popped the umbrella up over their table and refrained from making an off color one about getting you wet.

"Bottle of water?"

He took two with a grimace, turning and passing one to you. The basement of this building was warm, the pipes obnoxiously loud as they clanged over his head.

A fucking tornado warning.

"You know," he said conversationally, "I once rescued the President of Uruguay from an assassin in New York." You gave him a polite look of interest and he sighed. "And yet, I can’t manage to plan one date with a beautiful lady."

"It’s not that bad."

He gave you an incredulous look. "Not that…? Honey… no. Don’t even- This is bad. This is-" he gestured at the basement and the two dozen or so other people crowded inside. "This has got to be the worst date you’ve ever been on." You snorted and he raised an eyebrow. "It’s not?"

"Not even top five."

"That’s mighty kind of you, but you don’t need to lie to me." Jack sighed into the wall, spinning his hat between his hands.

"I’m not lying. Couple of years ago I went on a blind date with a guy who faked a heart attack halfway through so he could go home."

Jack choked, eyes jerking up to yours. "He what?"

"In college, I was seeing this guy and he invited me to a weekend getaway for Valentine’s day and then when we got there he broke up with me and I had to stay at a Motel 6 down the street"

Jack’s jaw dropped.

"Few years back I got invited on a date and I was supposed to meet him at his apartment and he invited me inside and he had four other friends there and offered me a hundred bucks to-" you cut yourself off, biting your lip and looking away.

Jack cursed. "Tell me his name."

You smiled at him. "He’s not worth it. Nothing happened, I just left."

"But to even presume a lady such as yourself would-"

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze. "It’s fine. But really, in the grand scheme of bad dates this is a four at worst."

"A four," Jack mused.

"Ten being the best and one the worst."

He nodded to himself, thinking about that. As he did he heard the restaurant manager announce the warning had been lifted and they were free to resume their dining. He looked at you.

"Do you want to go back upstairs?"

"Not really." You hesitated before saying, "But I am hungry."

+++

Jack had never heard of an Impossible Burger before. It tasted alright, he had to admit. Had nothing on a good real burger but he wouldn’t turn one down necessarily.

You two were sitting in his Bronco, parked in a small stand of trees on the corner of the distillery property. Fast food wrappers littered the floorboards and you moaned softly as you took a drink from your milkshake.

"Good?"

You mumbled an answer around a bite and he took it as a yes, lifting his own shake to his mouth. The storm hadn’t gotten this far south and the sky was clear and full of stars.

"That one right there is Deneb," he pointed out the windshield at an especially bright star.

You squinted and then looked at him. "I think that’s Vega."

He took another look and grunted. Jesus, he couldn’t even get the stars right.

The drive back to your quarters was quiet and he cut the engine just outside. He was barely conscious of ducking out of the Bronco, of going around to open your door and walk you up. In his head he kept running through the day. What he could have done differently.

"Well," you said, stopping and he drew to a halt as well.

"Well."

You looked at each other and finally he gave you a small smile. Tipping his hat he winked, "Guess I won’t be bothering you again."

He was halfway back to the Bronco when he heard your voice call after him. "It wouldn’t be a bother."

"Beg pardon?"

You shrugged, leaning a shoulder against your doorway. "I said it wouldn’t be a bother. I had a good time."

"You…" he snorted. "You really do have a skewed scale for a good time sweetheart."

Shrugging again you gave him a wide smile. "Maybe. But you should probably take advantage of it."

He laughed. A full bellied laugh that echoed through the small houses. He stood there and watched as you let yourself into the quarters, giving him a small wave before shutting the door.

You might not know a good time, but Jack was determined to be the man to show you one.

Next time.

Part II: This Time

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Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby [part IV]

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

genre: angst angst angst

summary: despite their strained relationship, the two travel together under the guise of a newly married couple that moved to the countryside of Liberio. Their mission keeps them in Marley for months, and the two keep a close eye on Eren. However, what will they do when they run into an old friend? How will Jean react upon seeing them again, and how will he break the news to ____. Will he break the news to her?

warning(s): mild cursing, mentions of d3@ath, jean getting his ass beat </3

word count: 1.3K

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“I’m thinking of making curtains. We’ve been here for two weeks and we still haven’t gotten any,” You looked at various fabrics that were displayed on the table.

“That’s a good idea. I don’t know how we managed to live without them, what with Oliver and Charlotte ‘discreetly’ looking at us,” Jean put up quotations around “discretely.”

“Don’t they have anything better to do than watch us argue all the time?”

“We’re their only neighbors, so obviously not. Plus, I don’t mind them watching.”

“Pervert,” you punched his arm only to have him loop your hand through it again and continue walking.

You had gotten used to walking together in the market like this. Arms looped and occasionally holding hands. You had gotten used to him kissing your head when your neighbors stopped by for sugar. Hand snaked around your waist. You had gotten used to pretending to play pretend with him, and had gotten used to him doing the same.

“Jean, can you wait in line for me? I just remembered there were some really pretty pastries down the street. I’m gonna go buy some,” you looked up at him, asking for permission to leave knowing you’d do it anyway, regardless of if he said yes or not.

“If you’re not back in 20 minutes I’m coming after you. You’re lucky this line is long too,” he rolled his eyes.

You were gone for what felt like an eternity, and Jean was getting impatient. Despite the long line, he was in, Jean was able to buy the lavender-colored cloth that you wanted for your home quickly. “5 minutes until 20…” he thought. Why did time seem to be moving so slow?

Filled with impatience, Jean followed your trail and looked for the bakery you said would be “down the street,” when he spotted a familiar head of black hair. It was the same exact shade he remembered it to be: the color of an ink well. It was in the same style: a clean undercut. The man walked the same way, arms swinging the same and feet seemingly dancing around the stone underneath his shoe. Everything about this man was the same. There was only one thing missing: a face.

Jean knew better. It had been years since the incident. Years since he saw the corpse of his best friend. Marco was dead. Dead people, he had learned, never come back to life. No medicine can bring back anyone from the dead. Not even titan serum. He knew better and yet, he couldn’t calm the aching in his heart, the longing he had to see. Just in case. It’s not him. But just in case it is. There’s no way it’s him. But this person…this man was too familiar.

Without realizing it, Jean had begun chasing this man. Left towards the restaurants, then right towards the gaudy fountain, then continuing until he found himself at a dead-end in some alleyway. That’s right. He was chasing a ghost. That man wasn’t Marco because he was no longer alive.

Jean turned around only to be shoved violently into the wall.

“Why are you chasing me?” the man said. A middle part with bangs stopping just below his eye. Freckles decorating his cheeks and nose. A long face similar to his own. Light brown eyes. Or more like eye. This man sported an eyepatch on his right side, a large scar continuing down his cheek and even down past the collar of his shirt.

“Who are you? And why are you chasing me?” the man asked again, grabbing Jean by his collar.

“Marco is that really you?”

Marco. No one had ever said his name with such emotion. Such distraught in their voice. He was a soldier of Marley, and nothing more. A pawn to be thrown away and discarded. Why did this stranger speak his name as if it held weight to it? As if he mattered? He had never mattered before. This man was a stranger but why did he seem so familiar? His accent. He was not from here. He wasn’t from Marley.

“What are you doing here Jean?!” Marco threw Jean into the ground before grabbing him and punching his face.

“You’re an island devil. It’s your fault! It’s all your fault that we’re treated this way! How dare you come here and act like we’re friends?!”

Jean was never a fighter unless he had to be. Yet even as blood gushed from his nose and cheek, he did nothing. He let his best friend beat him senseless, his skin turning shades of black and blue. He let his friend throw profanities at him and speak poorly of him. Jean did nothing, feeling glad that even though this was not the Marco he knew, Marco was still alive.

“What happened to you? Oh god you’re bleeding. Are you okay? How much does it hurt??” You were a soldier. You’ve seen people die. You’ve seen people with bone protruding out of their bodies and blood flying everywhere. Compared to that, Jean’s pool of blood seemed like nothing. But there was this look on his face. This look that screamed at you and shook you to your core. You’ve only seen this look once, and it was when you had first joined the Scouts. It was a look that seemed to have said, “I’ve just found out something disturbing.”

“H-HEY! GET OFF HIM NOW! I’LL BEAT YOUR ASS IF YOU PUNCH HIM AGAIN!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you ran toward them. Marco took this opportunity to run off while you ran to Jean.

“What happened back there Jean?” You asked, rubbing a wet cloth over his wounds as he winced. He thought for a while. Should he tell you? How would you react? He wasn’t sure, but all he could picture was your crying face. You holding your chest tightly as you wailed on your knees, begging for Marco to remember you for who you really were, instead of some island devil.

“You’ve got cuts and bruises everywhere. You’re lucky your ribs aren’t broken. Why didn’t you fight back?”

“Didn’t wanna cause a scene.”

“Please, Jean. Tell me what happened. I promise I won’t get mad,” pushing his bangs out of the way, you placed another wet towel on his forehead to cool down his body.

“No one was there. You could have defended yourself at least, or ran.”

“That’s all I ever do. Run. I’m tired of it,” Jean’s voice was hoarse and filled with a pain you didn’t understand.

“Here,” you placed your hand on his back to prop him up and gave him some water.

“You don’t have to tell me everything, Jean. But…you seem really distraught. Like something’s wrong. And I know we don’t always get along but I– I care about you and it hurts to see you like this. Even if you don’t like me anymore, you can still talk to me and I promise I won’t tell anyone,” you felt a little silly and somewhat childish for the way you were speaking. But you couldn’t help it. He was half-dead in some alley and he won’t tell you what’s wrong. Did he dislike you that much? To not even say a word?

“I don’t like you anymore, you’re right. But I love you. And that’s why…that’s why I’m not going to tell you. Because I don’t like seeing you cry,” he looked over at you with tender eyes, reaching out to touch your cheek but not quite able to reach. You were afraid. You didn’t want to say it back. You didn’t want to meet him halfway. Not in this place. Not in a world where you’re always knocking on death’s door. But you did anyway.

Leaning into his hand, you held it there for a moment.

“I love you, Jean. So please don’t do anything stupid anymore okay? Tell me when it hurts and tell me when you need to cry so that you don’t have to do it alone anymore. We can cry together and hurt together.”

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study-coffee-chicago · 3 years

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Seasons of Med: Season 1: Glad I Didn’t Make it that Far (A Halstead brothers + Halstead sister! imagine)

Trigger warning: Talk of eating disorders

As always, I do not own any quotes from Chicago Med 1x04 that show up here!

Your age: 14

Jay's age: 28

Will's age: 30

"We should go to a movie," your best friend Emma suggested when you were sitting on the playground of Central Chicago's elementary school one summer day.

You had been coming here since it was pretty close to your house to be able to read without worrying that your dad would show up drunk. He wasn't violent, he was just rude, asking why there was no food and when you explained it was because he wasn't going shopping, he'd scoff and tell you to get a job if you wanted to eat. It wasn't your fault; you'd tried to get a job, but no one would hire you because you were only fourteen. Most places required that you be at least sixteen and the occasional place would let you start at fifteen, but only with very limited hours. And, the places that let you start at fifteen were too far away for you to walk to. You'd have to take the El...and that would turn out badly if Will and Jay found out, even though your dad wouldn't care in the slightest.

"Em, I don't have any money. I'm literally rationing out my feminine products at this point."

"Hey, just tell me if you need any. Me or my mom can get you some. Oh, and some neighbors of mine run a little kettle corn company. They're looking for some extra help on the weekends and they'll pay you under the table. I can give you their number if you want."

"Really?" Emma smiled and nodded. "Yes, please! And, you're the best."

But, what you didn't tell her was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday since there was barely anything in your house and that your cramps were killing you and because of all this, you were feeling nauseous.

"Let's go to the movies. My treat."

"I can't let you pay for me."

"Yes, you can. Best friends help each other out. Now c'mon, let's go." You sighed and closed your eyes as you stood up. "You good?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just dizzy."

"You wanna go home?"

"No, no I'm fine. Just seasonal allergies from all the pollen," you lied.

"Okay, let's go."

You started to slow down as you got closer to the movie theater. "I'm so excited to see The Longest Ride!" Emma squealed. "Scott Eastwood is just mwah!"

"Yeah, but he's- he's a lot-- I gotta, I gotta sit down," you stuttered, starting to feel more lightheaded and seeing your vision become blurry at the edges.

"Okay, let's get to the front where you can sit on the curb."

You slowly started to make your way there, but it was too late. "Em- Emma," you slurred as you tried to reach for her as your legs gave out underneath you, and then everything went black.

"Y/N!" Emma yelled as she squatted down next to you and pulled out her phone.

Just then, everyone started running out of the theater shouting something about a shooting.

***

Will's pager went off as he was eating with Natalie and the rest of the team from a taco truck outside of Chicago Med. And, everyone else's pagers were going off, too, making it sound like alarm clocks that were all set for the same time. Then, Maggie ran outside.

"Shooting in a movie theater! Mass casualties! It's about to get crazy!" she yelled to the doctors and other nurses. "EMTs are four minutes out!"

Not even a second after she finished her sentence, an ambulance pulled up with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

"Check that!" Will yelled as he threw his food in the trash can. "They're here!"

Then, all of them sprinted into the hospital, their main focus now being saving as many lives as possible.

"Another maniac gone crazy in a theater," Will said as he put something over his scrubs to keep them from getting blood all over them. "Is this the world we live in?"

***

You slowly opened your eyes to be met with the white ceiling and an IV in your arm. You groaned. "Where am I?" you asked as you rolled over to see Emma sitting on a bench. "Are we in an ambulance?"

"You don't remember?" Emma asked.

"You passed out, sweetie," a female paramedic told you as she put a blood pressure cuff around your arm. "Luckily for you, we came pretty quick after hearing about the shooting."

"The shooting? There was a shooting?"

"In the movie theater," the paramedic answered you. "You were lucky you didn't go in."

"Guess so."

Your eyes widened as you realized they were probably taking you to Chicago Med. You couldn't let your brother know that the most likely reason for you passing out was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. They'd freak out.

"Am I good to go when we get to the hospital? I feel fine." You were still nauseous, but that was better than being passed out.

"You passed out, we need to get you checked out at the hospital."

"But I feel fine," you protested.

"I understand that, sweetie. But you need to get checked out anyway to make sure that there wasn't something that made you pass out other than the heat."

"She's right, Y/N," Emma said. "You need to get checked out."

You huffed. "Fine." Maybe Will would be too busy to even notice you were there. And, you figured your dad wouldn't pick up his phone, so you could just sneak out undetected when the doctors and nurses weren't watching.

When you got in, you were met by Natalie. "Y/N?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing. I just passed out. I'm fine, really."

"Shoot," Emma said. "My mom's here to pick me up. Said she doesn't want me here because of all the press since I'm not hurt. I'm sorry."

You waved your hand. "It's fine. Hopefully, I'll be getting out here soon, too. See you later."

"Bye, Y/N."

"If you passed out, you're not fine, Y/N," Natalie said.

As you were wheeled past a trauma room, you saw your brother. Luckily for you, he was too focused on his patient that he didn't notice.

"Want me to get Will?" Natalie asked when she saw you glance in there.

"No! I mean, he looks really busy and I'm not dying. They should be the first priority."

"Okay, well I'll have Maggie call your dad because after all the standard tests, if I need to do more, I'm going to need your dad's permission since you're still a minor."

"Okay."

"Hey, Maggie," Natalie called, "Do me a favor and call Y/N's dad for me. I just might need permission to run some additional tests."

"You got it."

You got on the bed in the treatment room and allowed Natalie to listen to your heart and lungs. "Were you part of the crush?" she asked. "Did you get the wind knocked out of you? Is that why you passed out?"

"No, I got dizzy before we could get inside. I felt nauseous, too, but I think that was just from period cramps."

"The paramedics said you were dehydrated and that they had to administer an IV. Have you been eating and drinking properly? I know it's hot and that can cause you to pass out. Other than that factor, have you been eating and drinking normally?"

"Yes," you lied.

"Okay, I'm just going to need to get your height and weight and other vitals before we continue."

You nodded and followed her to where she took your height and weight. She wrote it down and you started to walk out, but she stopped you. "Uh, Y/N, come with me."

You followed her to the doctor's lounge where she handed you her sweatshirt. "Why are you giving me this?"

"You bled through your shorts. There's free pads and tampons in the bathroom if you don't have any on you."

You nodded. "Thank you."

"Meet me back here once you're finished."

"Okay."

When you got into the bathroom, you took all the pads and tampons you could fit in your shorts pockets after you had finished changing your dirty one.

Now, it was time for your great escape. No one would see you; they were all too busy treating other patients and worrying about the press.

You were almost out into the waiting room, but then a voice stopped you.

"Y/N?"

Shit. Jay.

You stopped in your tracks but then continued walking.

"Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around, hoping you wouldn't have to spill all the secrets about what's been happening at home.

***

"Poor guy," Erin said as she and Jay exited Sharon Goodwin's office. "He thought what he was going was right."

"I probably would've done the same thing if I were in his shoes," Jay agreed. "I mean, if I thought I saw a guy with an AR-15 in a movie theater and then thought the shots from the movie were coming from the gun, I sure as hell would've acted. Not that my service weapon can shoot bullets off as much as my sniper, but I'd try. Try and save civilians."

"Jay." Erin placed a hand on his arm. "You're not in Afghanistan anymore."

"I know. There's just some sick and twisted people in this world. Why would someone go into a theater with a leaf blower anyway? With all the mass shootings that have happened, that's probably the stupidest idea I've heard."

"I agree with you. But he's just a kid. He didn't ask to get shot. But, if I were in that teacher's shoes, I'd probably do the same thing and draw my gun."

Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he saw someone walking towards the exit of the ED and towards the waiting room. She had shorts and a t-shirt on with a burgundy sweatshirt tied around her waist. Jay wouldn't have given it a second thought, but he knew you had the same gray beat-up Converse because he had gotten them for you for a birthday present two years ago and you always wore the same polka dot scrunchie when you needed your hair to be in a bun and needed it to be tight.

"Is that?..." Erin trailed off.

"I think so," Jay answered, quickening his pace to catch up with you before you got out of the ED and he lost sight of you due to the number of people in the waiting room. "Y/N!" he yelled.

The girl he thought was you froze for a split second and then continued walking, this time at a faster pace. That was all the confirmation he needed. "Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around.

"I was going to tell you," you mumbled once you were in front of him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest. "Yeah? And when were you planning on calling Dad? You know you're a minor so a parent needs to be notified."

"Y/N!" Natalie yelled. "I thought you left, I was so close to getting security to look for you. We couldn't get a hold of your dad and were going to call Jay since he's your secondary emergency contact, but he's here now, so if both of you could follow me then that'd be great."

"You got it from here, Erin?" Jay asked.

"Yeah, text me if you need me to pick you up and bring you back to the district."

"Will do. Don't let Voight bust my balls because I skipped out."

"I'll tell him Y/N had a medical emergency. He'll understand."

"Thanks."

You, Natalie, and Jay walked back into the treatment room where Natalie had been previously treating you.

"First of all, let me just say it was not a medical emergency," you told your brother.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you here?" he asked.

"I was feeling nauseous."

"And you came to the ED just because of some nausea?" He raised an eyebrow. He so knew you were lying.

Meanwhile, Will was walking out of a trauma room after Rhodes brought a victim up to surgery.

"Hey. You hear?" Reese asked as she walked up to the doctor. "The kid at the theater, the one who got shot, he didn't have a gun, he had a leaf blower."

"What?" Will asked, stunned. He had worked on that kid and knew that it wasn't good.

"Yeah, turns out it was some kind of prank." She was about to turn around to leave, but then stopped. "Oh, and your sister's here. Treatment one."

"What? Why?"

"I think she passed out or something. Dr. Manning's in there with her right now."

"Thanks, Reese."

Will barged into your treatment room. "So, she comes into the ED and nobody has the common decency to even notify me?" he asked rhetorically.

"You were busy treating other patients, Will. I was going to get around to it eventually," Natalie said.

"Natalie, please just finish explaining what happened. Or just start from the beginning because Will's here now," Jay suggested, not wanting to have to break up an argument between the two doctors.

Now it was Will who was the one who crossed his arms over his chest.

"So, Will, what happened was that Y/N passed out. She was almost inside the movie theater, but she passed out, so she didn't go in."

"The movie theater where the shooting happened?" Jay asked. You nodded. "Jesus, kid, if you would've gotten inside, you would've given both me and Will heart attacks."

"Sorry. But, I'm glad I didn't get that far."

"Yeah, us too," Will agreed. "So, why'd she pass out?"

"Can I talk to you two for a minute? Outside?"

They nodded. "Be right back," Jay told you.

"So, what's going on?" Jay asked once the three were safely outside of the room and out of earshot from you.

"Have you noticed anything strange with her eating habits lately? Any skipping meals? Going to the bathroom right after meals? Not wanting to eat?" Natalie asked the two brothers.

"No, nothing," Jay answered. "Granted, we don't eat with her a lot because she lives with our dad and we both live on our own."

"Okay, because since her physical check-up a month and a half ago, Y/N's lost fifteen pounds."

"Fifteen?" Will asked, flabbergasted.

"I thought she looked smaller, but I just thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep because of all the crazy cases we've had," Jay said.

"No, she's lost fifteen pounds since her last check-up," Dr. Manning reiterated.

"So, what are you saying?" Will asked. "Our sister's anorexic? Bulimic?"

"I'm not saying any of those yet. But, I talked to Dr. Charles while Y/N was in the bathroom and she said to try and have her eat something, like the greasiest thing you can find in the cafeteria, and see what she does. We'll even leave the room after to chat and I'll have Maggie keep an eye on the bathrooms to see if she goes in there. If she refuses to eat or freaks out over it, then we might be dealing with anorexia. If she goes into the bathroom after, we might be dealing with bulimia. Or, it could be a combination of the two or just possibly her trying to lose weight. Has she ever mentioned wanting to lose weight to either of you?"

"No, not all," Jay answered. "Even when we went out after her last day of school, which I think was about two weeks after she had that physical, she ate a ton and she didn't go to the bathroom right after."

"But you did go home right after," Will pointed out.

"Yeah."

"But, with some bulimics, if they know that the food has already been digested, they won't try to purge. And, it sounds like the food had time to digest."

"Alright, I'll go grab her a bacon cheeseburger."

"And a side of mac n cheese," Jay suggested. "She loves that stuff." Will started to walk out, but Jay stopped him once more. "Can you pick me up a bacon cheeseburger, too? I'm hungry."

Will rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but just so you know, you're paying me back."

"I know," Jay said and then went back inside the treatment room.

"Where's Will?" you asked.

"He's getting you some food. How does a bacon cheeseburger and mac n cheese sound?"

God, your mouth watered just at the thought of the bacon cheeseburger alone. The juicy patty, melty cheese, and crispy bacon, yum. And, you hadn't had a burger in who knows how long.

"That sounds amazing honestly," you answered.

"Okay, good because that's what Will's getting you." He paused. "Is everything okay with Dad? Everything good at home?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," you lied.

"Did someone tell you that you were fat at all?"

Shit, he knew I'd lost weight. "No," you answered. "I guess I'm not just mindlessly snacking when I'm doing homework anymore. It's not like I'm trying to lose weight."

No way were you going to tell him that there was rarely any food in the house, not here anyway.

"Okay, good," Jay answered. Then, he looked out of the room to see Will talking with Natalie. But, they were close enough that you could hear them, so you turned your attention to the two as well.

"Hey, Nat," Will said, carrying a bag with three cheeseburgers and a side of mac n cheese.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I'm thinking, I only live a mile from you. So, when you go into labor, call me. I'll drive you here."

"Thanks, but...you know it could be three in the morning, right?"

"Sleep's overrated anyway."

Then, Will made his way back into your treatment room. "I wanna take you to the hospital," Jay mocked. "Very smooth, Will, very smooth."

"Will's got a crush, Will's got a crush," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Would you two knuckleheads keep it down? And no, I do not have a crush, I was just trying to be helpful."

Jay scoffed. "Yeah right. You totally have a crush on her, man. Now, give us the food and we won't say anything."

***

"Everything seem normal?" Natalie asked Will as Jay was still sitting with you after the three of you had finished your food.

"Yeah, she ate a little faster than normal, but we waited an hour and she didn't even get up to go to the bathroom, so I don't think that's the issue. She told Jay she wasn't trying to lose weight. She said she just wasn't mindlessly eating anymore when she was doing homework. But, I don't think that could make her lose fifteen pounds. Do you?"

"No. But unfortunately, given her height and age, she still has a normal BMI, so we can't do anything."

"Yeah, I get it. Me and Jay will keep an eye on her. It was around this time when our dad just kind of checked out on parenting us."

"What do you mean?"

"He wouldn't cook or really help us with anything. But, it was okay because our Mom was still around, so she'd cook and help us with things. He just thought we were old enough to deal with stuff on our own."

"Things that a teenager without another parent still needs help with."

"Exactly."

Jay poked his head out of the room. "Everything good? Y/N's asking when she can leave."

Will rolled his eyes. "Wonder where she gets that from."

"Shut up."

"I'll grab you the discharge papers," Natalie said and then walked to a nurse's station.

Just then, Will's pager went off. "I gotta go." He fished into the pocket of his scrubs. "You can take my car home and then just come pick me up from work and we can drive back to the district to get your truck. That way you don't have to bug Erin."

"Thanks, man. Go save some lives."

Natalie came back and handed him the discharge papers.

"Thanks, Nat. Me and Will will be sure to keep an eye on her, maybe have her over for dinner once or twice a week to monitor her eating habits."

"That's a good idea. Good luck with all this. Will told me that this was around the time that your dad clocked out on you, so maybe pay him a visit when Y/N's not there and check? I don't know if that's something you'd want to do or not."

Jay nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

"No problem."

Jay signed the discharge papers and then walked back into the room. "Good news."

"We can leave?" you asked excitedly as you sat up.

"We can leave," he confirmed.

***

You got out of the car and stood on the stoop of your house, Jay right next to you. "Jay," you started, "I have to tell you something."

"Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything."

You opened your mouth to tell him that there was barely any food in the house and that your dad refused to buy you feminine hygiene products because, by his logic, if he had another son, he wouldn't need to buy them, so you should buy them yourself.

But then, the door opened, revealing your dad.

"I was just going to say thanks for staying with me at the hospital. I would've left if you didn't stop me."

"You're welcome."

"Care to tell me where you've been?" your dad asked.

You knew he was just putting on a show because Jay was there.

"I was at the park and then me and Emma were going to see a movie and then--" your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had a text message.

"I've got it from here, Y/N. Dad, can I come inside?"

Pat Halstead nodded and you walked inside followed by your brother. "I'm gonna go upstairs and change," you said.

As you walked past the kitchen, you noticed a bunch of grocery bags, all of them full. He must've gone grocery shopping. At least you didn't have to worry about food for the next few days. But, you didn't know if he just did that because he finally listened to his voice mails and heard that you were in the hospital and were worried that they were going to find out that he was an unfit parent or because he finally came to his senses and realized that he was still responsible for you because you were a minor, which meant he needed to have food in the house.

As you walked upstairs, you checked your phone. It was Emma's neighbor asking if you could start helping her with kettle corn this Saturday. You responded with a yes because now, if your dad went back to not buying groceries, at least you'd be able to buy some for yourself.

A/N: Sorry this one was so short! It's kind of just to foreshadow the next installment of this. And, in the next installment, I will probably combine Seasons of PD: Season 4 and Seasons of Med: Season 2 because the storylines kind of go together. Anyway, thank you for reading! Please reblog/like and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to the taglist, just tell me and I’ll be happy to add you!

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