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starry-snippets · 1 year

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wake up

synopsis: you’ve recently awakened a power after being injured. around the same time your husband begins filing for divorce. your only company is your daughter jolyne and the monster keeping you up at night

tw: divorce mentions, relationship strife, angst, hurt, comfort, swearing, implied afab reader (cause jolyne is you and jotaro’s kid)

Your fingers gently take the hair clips out of Jolyne’s hair. She wanted to wear butterfly hair clips with her fishtail braid, so you happily put them in. Now that she’s back from elementary school her hair is a bit messy from playing, loose strands and broken butterfly clips on her head.

“Did you have a good day, Jojo?” She begins to ramble about her day with a smile, her outspoken nature definitely coming more from you than Jotaro. Jolyne tells you about how she won every dodgeball game in gym class and how everyone was so impressed. “That’s amazing dear.” You say while beginning to comb out her hair, as all the clips and elastic bands are out. “Your hair is getting really long.” You comment as it falls to her mid back, and she just shrugs.

“I kinda want a haircut.” A hum of acknowledgement accompanies Jolyne’s statement.

“I wouldn’t be opposed. It’ll always grow back if you want it longer again.” Jolyne nods with a bounce, making you halt your brushing so she doesn’t get her hair tugged on. “Do you have any homework tonight?”

“Just a bit! I’ll do it once you put my hair up,” she says it with a pout and you can hear it in her tone. She’s such a precious child, you think as you finish combing her hair and pin it into a loose bun.

“Dinner will be ready for you when you’re done dear. Let me know if you need any help.” Jolyne nods with a smile and runs upstairs to her room. You watch as she races to her room, the door shutting softly behind her. Your heart stings as you head to the kitchen to begin dinner. Jotaro has been coming home long after you’ve eaten with Jolyne for the past few days.

Shaking your head as if that’ll shake these thoughts from your mind, you look in the cupboards for your recipe book. As you rummage in the back of the shelf you see an ornate brooch in the shape of a beetle. Curious, you pick it up. It feels like a knife tears right through your palm and you drop it with a scream. Jolyne comes racing down from her room, stopping at the end of the stairs when you tell her to hastily.

“I’m okay Jojo! Just scratched myself, you should get started on that homework.” You offer her a smile, gritting your teeth behind closed lips. Her eyebrows push together but she nods, heading back up to her room. Once the doors closed you let out a groan, watching as blood dripped down your hand and onto your tile floor. “I need to clean this up,” You calmly state while wiping the blood from your palm onto your apron you put on since entering the kitchen.

“I’m sure this brooch is Jotaro’s, I’ll put it on his desk too.” You mutter while exiting the kitchen. In the adjacent room you find his work study and you place the brooch in a drawer full of various nick-nacks. The tchotchke was fairly cute, but you can’t help but wonder why he had it.

Turning around to clean the kitchen, you see a looming figure. Its body has [color] accents with gold and beige, skin adorned with scales resembling a pangolin. You fall back, anxious of getting too close to this stranger. It has a long tail that’s curling into itself, angular eyes and an animalistic snout.

“Who-what are you?” Scrambling to your feet, you watch the strange creature stare at you with those beady eyes. In the pupils you can see stars and in the iris you see your shocked expression staring back at you. You watch the monster with wide eyes, terrified that when you blink you’ll be a goner. It stares back with absent vigor, with hazy eyes like it has cataracts. “Leave me alone…” You whisper in a silent plea. You can’t let anything happen to Jolyne.

“I’m Wake Up.” It’s voice is scratchy like you imagine those scales to be. “I’m your stand. I’ve been born from your soul’s desires.” You shake your head, entirely disbelieving this entire situation. “You’re not imagining this.”

You just wish for this to end. Your breathing begins to shake, pupils shaking as anxiety takes a hold of you. The throbbing in your hand begins to burn when the creature places its hand on yours. It has long nails just like a rodent. The radiating pain begins to calm upon touching the scales covering it’s body.

“This is your power. I can heal with these scales and I can harden my body. Like a pangolin my tongue is long, and my claws are nigh indestructible. If you take off these scales they’ll act like a tracking device.” You stare at the creature – you mean your stand – still shell-shocked. “I’m here to help. Not hurt.” Eventually you nod, allowing this being into your life. Still you’re scared and worried for yourself and Jolyne, but you can’t do anything at the moment. Suddenly it disappears, the creature retracting into a scaly ball before vanishing from your sights. Your breath hitches, still shaken up over the ordeal.

You head to the kitchen with a towel anyway, quickly wiping the blood from the floor and beginning dinner.

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Another night where Jolyne and you are eating dinner together. She picks at her food, upset that her father isn’t there. You’re upset too, eyebrows pushed together as you stir the ice cubes in your water. Jolyne isn’t chatty like she normally is, staring blankly at the food on her plate as she plays with it. Normally you’ll tell her to be careful to not make a mess but words are logged in your throat and no matter how much water you drink it won’t move.

Jolyne goes to bed the earliest she has in a long time that night. It’s now nine pm and you’re laying in bed, your pangolin-esque stand sitting at the end of your shared bed with Jotaro. Jolyne was asleep last you checked on her, so you invited the mystery to appear again.

“Do I control when you appear?”

“Mostly,” Wake Up responds while wiggling its scaly tail. “Sometimes I won’t listen.”

Your eyebrows react to that by lowering. “What do you mean by-”

“Like now!” The creature vanishes as the bedroom door opens. Jotaro enters with his usual serious expression, your hands are against the sheets with a look that reads you’re not happy about your stand’s audacity.

“Jotaro.” You greet him with a bittersweet smile, heart aching at his absence but finally feeling minimal relief at his awaited appearance. “Was work alri-”

He cuts you off immediately by removing his top to change into pajamas along with his blunt words. “We should get a divorce.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach. If you weren’t sitting in bed you worry the weight of what he just said would cause it to fall right through you. Like a deer in the headlights you stare at him, mind entirely frazzled by his proposition.

“I’ve gotten all the papers ready. I need your approval.”

Is this why he was home late every night? When you thought he was working late to make sure Jolyne had everything she could ever want and you could indulge in your hobbies – he was really just going behind your back to remove you from his life?

Your breathing becomes erratic as you stare at the man you vowed to love all your life. His effigy is a painful reminder that you’ve honored that – through all the times he's been short with you, he’s yelled, he’s acted on whatever he needed for himself – but he hasn’t. When he said “I do” all those years ago he was lying. Your face is growing hot in anger and sorrow, tears soothing the burning of your face. Cupping your face with your hands, you try to hide all the emotions overflowing. It’s obvious despite your shaking hands hiding your tear stained face because of your loud hiccups.

The mattress sinks a little as Jotaro gets into bed with you to be met with you turning away. You can’t see how his eyes narrow in his own sadness. You don’t know why he’s doing this, or how much he still loves you. As he watches you sob his own heart is breaking, especially with how you refuse his comfort. He wishes he could stay with you, that he could stay with Jolyne, but your safety has always been his priority.

“I’m so sorry.” Jotaro says empathetically while your body shakes.

“Sorry you don’t love me anymore.” You said it so quietly, your sobs and hiccups interrupting the words, but Jotaro hears it and wants this to have never happened.

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The divorce is underway and you can’t sleep. Jotaro comes home even later than before which fills your mind with rage and resentment. Is he actually working or is he getting the things you couldn’t give him? Is he overworking himself like you always thought or is he getting stress relief from someone in the way you thought he only got from you?

Jolyne notices how your gentle and nurturing nature has changed. Instead of seeing the glass half full you see it empty. As you brush her hair you aren’t humming, instead you’re staring off into space and stroking and stroking and stroking it until Jolyne asks if you’re okay.

Your dinners are less coordinated. The dishes aren’t done as you cook, now they gather at the edge of the sink and stay in the dishwasher until noon. The apples in her lunch aren’t cut to look like bunnies, the napkins don’t have sweet notes on them, and there’s no cute animal forks for her to eat her vegetables with.

“You’re worrying Jolyne.” Wake Up ridicules while you stare into the vacant spot besides you. It’s so cold without your furnace of a husband beside you. “I know shit’s rough but Jolyne deserves a present parent. And Jotaro isn’t present for either of you.” You know their right but you still feel anger in your soul. Naturally, Wake Up knows that. “You can’t make him love you again.”

“I know that!” You snap despite your best attempts to keep it inside. Tears flow down your face again, face heating up as you recall what Jotaro had said nights ago. “I know that,” You reiterate in a broken voice. You’re so tired of sobbing – so tired of being strong. But you know Wake Up is right. Jolyne needs you to be strong for her.

The next morning Jolyne wakes up to the smell of pancakes. She races down the steps, seeing you humming while flipping the fluffy breakfast. There’s cut strawberries and bananas in a dish, whipped cream and syrup on the counter too. Three plates are set up which fills Jolyne with hope that her dad did come home last night. It fills you with hope too despite knowing he never came to bed. It’s false hope but it’s what you feel you need. Once the pancakes are all done you serve her, watching as she happily gets fruit and syrup to eat them with.

“Thank you!” Jolyne has a big smile, her messy hair all over the place since you didn’t pin it up for her.

“Of course Jojo.” You smile back while grabbing the comb, elastics, and hairclips. “Once you’re done eating I’ll help tidy up your hair.”

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Waiting for the divorce to finally happen may be breaking you more than the initial conversation. It’s like living a double life, putting on a happy front for Jolyne while falling into a deep spiral every time you’re alone with the lights off.

Tonight’s like any other as your mind races and Wake Up witnesses it while curled up into themself. Only this night the door opens, light being introduced from a distant world. You’re too preoccupied in your head to recall your stand, Jotaro’s subtly shocked expression going unnoticed by your closed eyes.

“[Name], get back!” That voice you know better than your own shouts startled. “This must be an enemy stand!” A purple entity emerges from behind him as your stand uncoils itself.

“No, it’s my stand.” You say with narrowed eyes. Jotaro stares at you in shock and recalls his own stand.

“When did this happen?”

“A week ago. I picked up the brooch you had in my recipe cupboard and it pierced me.” You extend your arm, showing him the scar along the lines of your palm. “You knew that brooch did this to people? Why did you even have it?” You stare at his blank expression and shake your head. “It’s like I don’t even know you. Like there’s this entirely different world you live in and you can’t give me access. I thought we loved each other, I thought we trusted each other.” You shake your head again before your voice can get louder. “But I realize I’m wrong about both.”

You’re met with silence as Jotaro thinks of what to say. If he should tell you that he loves you, that he just wants to be safe, that he’s never been happy away from you?

“I do love you-”

“Bullshit!” You’re so upset about the whole situation that you cut him off. “Why would you want a divorce then? Am I not good enough? I’ve only ever tried my hardest! What else could I do? I fucking love you, and-and you don’t love me,” You wish you’d stop talking with how rude you’re being, but all the anger held inside of you is coming out in full. “What did I do wrong?”

“I want to keep you and Jolyne safe. These abilities we have cause people to target us. I can’t let anything happen to you or Jolyne. I love you both too much for that to happen.” Jotaro comes closer to your figure on the bed, taking you in his arms. You think about thrashing against him, but it’s been so long without his touch and you melt completely into his body. “I love you. I love you so much.” Jotaro feels ready to cry with how much he’s hurt you in his attempts to put you out of harm. “You and Jolyne matter most to me.”

“I have a stand now,” You begin while wrapping your arms around his neck. Holding onto him tightly, you inhale his cologne. The scent of him is nearly gone from the sheets. “I can protect myself and Jolyne. You don’t need to do this.”

Jotaro is silent for a moment, thinking about your point. He doesn’t want to be naive in thinking that, but you may be right that your stand is enough to combat the dangerous nature of being unique.

“I trust you [Name].” Jotaro holds you tightly, relieved himself to have you in his arms. “I’ll cancel the divorce. I need you in my life.”

“I need you too.”

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h-didanart · 2 months

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They are yelling again...

Is it my fault?

I wasn't careful...

I miss you guys...

I wish I could have saved you....

Good to bad au

Poor Bloody, he’s blaming himself, he doesn’t deserve that :(

And they’re visiting—

:’’’’’(

I’m dead

I’m dead from the sadness

I’m gonna cry on the floor from how sad this is

Heartbreaking, 5 stars, please keep this up

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superkitty4789 · 5 months

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My idea as to who the 6 main characters from digital circus were before they got taken to the circus. AU thingy

Part 5

Zooble

In my headcanon, Zooble comes from a broken family. Early on in life, Zooble's 'dad' came out as trans. This set Zooble's secretly transphobic mom off, and divorce was inevitable. The divorce was ugly, and Zooble was often used as ammunition by both of their parents to hurt one another. The judge saw this, and Zooble was given custody to their grandparents. Zooble's parents went on to start their own new families, and Zooble bonded with their step-siblings but didn't talk to their parents. They came out as non-binary and reconnected with their now second mom. Zooble's bigoted mom threw a fit over Zooble coming out, of course. Zooble bought the headset shortly after all this all went down

#tadc zooble #gender neutral #the amazing digital circus #trans woman #coming out #headcanon #angst #tw transphobes #tw divorce #nonbinary

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beans-in-your-socks · 1 year

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Not Nice Days

READ NOW ON AO3!!

☆ now, onto the fic update ☆

| Chapter 4 | An Angel’s Mistake |

!! GORE WARNING !! BLOOD TW !! MILD VIOLENCE WARNING !!

“A- Aziraphale?” Crowley had stuttered, looking at him in shock. Muriel hurriedly made their way upstairs, leaving the supreme archangel and retired demon by themselves. Aziraphale could now see to the full extent of what Muriel had meant by his face being “wrong”. There were 2, long, fresh, burn scars trailing down each of his cheeks, one on each side, stopping at his eyes. There was still some blood actively oozing from the right side. It was not a pretty sight, but what was worse was that these types of burns do not come from any regular corrosive substance no, these specific burns were only caused by 1 thing. A substance Aziraphale was all too familiar with. He had studied weapons that were lethal to demons, to keep Crowley safe after his near discorporation during His trial four years ago. He would recognise this type of burn anywhere. They mimicked the look of burns caused by strong acids but could destroy a demon on contact. These were holy water burns.

Aziraphale let all his worry spill out at once, making his way over to Crowley, arms extended.

“Who did this to you? How could they do this? why, why would anyone do this?” he asked over and over. He ran a hand through Crowley’s shaggy grown-out hair, letting it rest on the back of his neck. The demon went red in the face. Aziraphale knew he wasn't used to physical touch but it was the only way the angel was able to express himself. The words never seemed to come out quite right. He always knew exactly what he wanted to say, but whenever he tried to say it, it was like pouring out a bag of alphabet pasta, except it’s not alphabet pasta, it's just regular pasta, and trying to make words out of it.

“No one did this angel… it’s… it’s been like this a long time.” he said, not meeting his eyes, taking Aziraphales's hand from behind his neck and lowering it. His voice told Aziraphale everything. Crowley had given up. He’s really given up this time. Aziraphale could smell an excessive amount of wine leaking from Crowley’s pores. His hair was unruly and clearly hadn't been washed in over a week. He’s given up on himself. And it’s all my fault.

He tried to take Crowley’s hand again but it flinched away from his.

Oh.

Aziraphale had to use every ounce of his will, not to burst into tears.

“At least let me…” Aziraphale started, swishing his fingers, attempting to heal the burns but they stayed put. He tried again. And again. And again. But to no avail. The wounds did not have any plans to heal anytime soon.

“Don't bother angel, some wounds just cut too deep to be healed by miracles.” Crowley replied, with such resentment in his voice, that Aziraphale truly began to question his decision to leave him.

Aziraphale got ready to bring down as much heavenly power as he was authorised to. “Just let me tr-”

“Stop.” Crowley interrupted, grabbing Aziraphales wrist, mid-click. “If you tried to miracle them away, I would always know the scars were there, underneath, so we might as well just let time heal them,” he muttered.

“Oh Crowley, my dear demon,” Aziraphale begged, grasping the demon’s cheeks with his hands “Forgive m-” but he was cut off by a sharp wail and Crowley sprang back, clasping his face. The burns were bleeding again. Aziraphale stared down at his hands, demon blood spattered on his fingertips. He was horrified. He had hurt him. Aziraphale had hurt Crowley, physically.

“I- I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” there was no holding it back anymore. Aziraphale burst into tears, whimpering a million apologies.

“I truly am sorry…” he whispered, sinking to his knees, face buried in his hands. “I’ve hurt you over and over and nothing I do or say will ever be enough” he wept “I can never do anything right…”

Crowley looked up from the small blood clot that had fallen into his hands and concern shot across his face, like a bullet. He went to the angel as fast as he could, kneeling and attempting to console him, although, god knew that it was not one of his strengths.

“Hey hey, angel don’t… don’t say that” he swallowed. Aziraphale felt Crowley press his forehead against his. He looked up from his tears, realising that this was the closest they’d been since the kiss.

“Don’t ever say that again OK? Promise me, you’ll never think like that again? Do you Promise?” it almost sounded like a threat coming from Crowley, but Aziraphale knew he meant well.

He sniffed and nodded. Crowley half broke away from him, and Aziraphale noticed his eyes rapidly flick downwards, towards his lips, but he must have decided it was too soon, as he just scooped him into a tight embrace. Aziraphale buried his face into Crowley’s blazer, sobbing quietly. Crowley gently shushed him assuring him that they could stay here for as long as he wanted. “Even if it takes an eternity, we don’t have to leave until you feel better, OK?”

Aziraphale took some time to think. This was all he ever wanted, so why on earth did it feel so wrong? He knew he wouldn’t be able to leave heaven, not yet at least. He had to make a change, if he couldn’t help heaven deserve his demon, then what was the point? He really had started to see things get a little better, since his promotion, surely it could only go up from there? Right? He knew Crowley loved him, he had said so himself, so perhaps there’s still a chance…?

He broke away from Crowley’s embrace, wiping away the remaining tears. He faced him, clearing his throat and getting to his feet, and Crowley did the same. There was something in his eyes that Aziraphale had not seen in a long time. Not since he met that beautiful angel all those eons ago, the one who created the stars, the one who asked questions. Hope.

“I… we can be us, Crowley, I want to be an us! An- and we can be, i-in heaven!” Aziraphale exclaimed, hoping with all his heart that the demon would agree this time. That he would listen to reason.

Crowley’s face quickly dropped. The previous adoring expression had been replaced with one of sick disgust and disbelief. “And here I thought, you had finally accepted that you cannot change me.” he growled “But I guess I was wrong” he snatched his sunglasses from the desk and made a beeline for the door. Aziraphale grabbed a hold of his wrist, yanking him back in his direction, it was beginning to get heated.

“Crowley for once in your life can you just LISTEN? I am giving you the opportunity of your eternal LIFETIME, HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT?” he sputtered “WHY WON’T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME? WE CAN BE ANGELS AGAIN, YOU CAN DO GOOD, WITHOUT BEING PUNISHED, YOU CAN BE YOURSELF, WITHOUT BEING PUNISHED, DON’T YOU WANT TO BE HAPPY AGAIN?!?” Aziraphale screamed, tears welling up in his eyes once more.

Crowley seemed genuinely taken aback by the last part.

“You- you think that because I’m a demon… I can’t be happy?” he asked

“You know thats not what I meant-”

“Are you sure? Because you really don’t seem to know anything.” the demon hissed “satan give me strength, you really are thicker than I believed was possible for an angel!” he exclaimed gripping the bridge of his nose. “I was PLENTY happy before those stupid bastard angels had to come and steal you away!” he fumed, all while waving a photograph around in the air. Aziraphale hadn't noticed it before but he knew immediately what it was… had he been holding it this whole time?

“Have you been… did you… did you go through my things?” he stuttered, pointing at the photograph. He already knew the answer, but he was so shocked Crowley would have the audacity to rummage through his belongings. It was completely unlike the demon to cross this sort of boundary, especially while Aziraphale wasn't present. He knew that Crowley respected him and it was hard to believe he would do such a thing… he lost the tiniest bit of trust in the demon at that moment.

“I-” Crowley faltered, looking rapidly between the photo and the angel, clearly unsure how he should explain his actions. “Look, that doesn't matter right now, what matters is-” Aziraphale cut him off before he could continue,

“No it does, it does matter, Crowley, I expected better of you”

Something flashed in the demon's eyes, a long-forgotten memory, or at least, something he’d tried so very hard to forget. Looking where the furniture isn't… Aziraphale instantly realised his mistake, as a sizzling liquid started to drip from Crowley’s eyes. He watched the holy water trickle down his cheeks, following the same path they had done previously, cutting away at the thin layer of new skin cells and dried blood that had begun to form. Crowley barely reacted though. His face had lost all emotion, he just stood there, in silence. Numb. Aziraphale panicked, Crowley was bleeding again, heavily. The crimson liquid oozed out of his cheeks rapidly. If he kept going at this rate, he could lose consciousness. Aziraphale panicked and miracled some gauze. He made his way closer to Crowley and attempted to dab at the demon’s face, but in that moment, Crowley seemed to snap, slapping Aziraphale’s hand away, hissing. Aziraphale dropped the gauze and backed away, for the first time, genuinely afraid of the demon as he inched closer, slowly pressing Aziraphale against a bookshelf.

“Don’t. touch me,” he growled, his ambre iris swirling with fury. Aziraphale noticed that he had started to smoke. Not good.

“Please Crowley, you’re bleeding-” he started, but was abruptly broken off by a large fist, grasping him by the neck, slamming him into the shelf. Aziraphale winced, the hard wood sending a jolt of pain through his spine.

“You don’t get to worry about me. Not anymore. Not after everything you’ve done, do you even realise how fucking miserable I have been since you left?” he hissed through his teeth. He loosened his grip momentarily, laughing, “I really haven't been able to function without you!! How pathetic is that?!” there was an insane look in Crowley’s eyes, something Aziraphale had never seen. A look of pure madness, blood still seeping from his skin, drenching his face in red and staining Aziraphale’s jumper. It was a horrifying sight. He didn't seem to be talking to Aziraphale anymore. He was gazing upwards, laughing manically. but Aziraphale was able to see the true emotion behind his eyes. Loneliness. Longing. Desperation. Betrayal. But most of all, anger.

Crowley obviously noticed the fear in Aziraphale’s eyes, as he backed away, letting go of Aziraphale, guilt plastered over his face. Aziraphale tried not to show the terror in his face and straightened out his blazer.

“I worry about you. I worry about you a lot, because I care about you, Crowley, because I lo-” he cut himself off, remembering the earth observation files and the pain that had been in Crowley’s face. He could see the same pain now. Why couldn’t he see what an amazing opportunity this was? “I’ve been miserable as well.” he sighed. “Everyone in heaven is a complete bitch and I don’t know what to do without you.” Crowley scoffed. “Yeah, what else is new? Why can’t you see why I don't want to go back to that… that… hellhole!” he breathed, exasperated. A small gasp escaped Aziraphale. Hellhole? Was that really how Crowley viewed heaven? Aziraphale was heaven now… was that how he viewed… Oh god.

“HELLHOLE?!

“Yeah, you heard me.”

“IT’S QUITE THE OPPOSITE, I HAVE BEEN MAKING QUITE THE CHANGE I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW.” Aziraphale huffed.

“I’m sure you have”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Going to pretend I’m still an angel while you’re at it?”

“I’m going to pretend you’re not such a malicious person”

“Oh, malicious? I’ll show you malicious”

An argument of enormous proportions ensued. Aziraphale yelled. Crowley yelled louder. Aziraphale cried. Crowley’s face dripped with blood. The electricity began to finick in the surrounding shops on whickber street. Passers-by began to take notice, a few calling emergency services, a few pulling out their phones to record. Crowley immediately closed all the blinds and disabled all London wifi and cell services with a snap of his slender fingers. Someone tried to enter the shop, but Aziraphale flicked a finger towards the entrance, turning the sign to “very closed” and locking the doors. Muriel stayed in their room, head buried in their hands rocking back and forth on their plush tartan sheets, scared for their life.

“I DON’T WANT TO BE A FUCKING ANGEL, WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!”

“DON’T YOU WANT TO BE GOOD AGAIN?” “I DON’T WANT TO BE GOOD BY HEAVEN’S STANDARDS!!”

“HEAVEN IS THE SIDE OF LIGHT, JOIN US- JOIN ME, WE CAN BE TOGETHER IN HEAVEN AND WE’LL NEVER HAVE TO RUN.”

“HEAVEN ISN'T THE SIDE OF LIGHT YOU BUMBLING SHIT SANDWICH!”

“HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO COME UP WITH THAT ONE THEN HMM? 6000 YEARS? BECAUSE THATS HOW LONG WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER ON EARTH. DON’T YOU WANT TO HELP ME PROTECT IT?”

“YOU KNOW JUST AS WELL AS I DO THAT HEAVEN WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN TO DESTROY EARTH, WHY DO YOU WANT TO TAKE PART IN THAT? BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT?!” “THATS EXACTLY MY POINT! WE CAN HELP THEM DO BETTER, WE CAN FIX THE SYSTEM!”

“THE SYSTEM CANT BE FIXED, IT’S NOT BROKEN.”

That hit Aziraphale like a stack of bricks. He refused to believe this- any of this. Crowley just didn’t understand. But he could help him understand. Aziraphale knew he could… couldn't he?

“Look please just come back, we can be together, I want to be together, I want to be an us, and I know you do too. And we can do that safely in heaven!” Aziraphale tried to calm his voice, but it was still shaky and tears streamed down his face, salty and warm. “We’ll never have to run, we won’t ever have to be afraid, we can just be, us.”

“I’M NOT GOING BACK THERE, THEY HURLED ME INTO A PIT OF BOILING SULFUR FOR SIMPLY ASKING WHY. THEY COULD JUST AS EASILY DO THAT TO YOU!” Crowley screamed, but Aziraphale couldn't take it any longer. This was the last straw.

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE CROWLEY” he yelled marching over to him. He grabbed the lapels of Crowley’s blazer and yanked him into yet another, horrible, face-smooshing kiss. It was even worse than the first time. Crowley squeaked in surprise and pain from his burns. Blood trickled down his face, spattering droplets on Aziraphale's coat. Crowley, still in shock, quickly pushed himself away from Aziraphale.

“I- I can't.” was all the demon could muster.

“Well then.” aziraphale said, between tears.

And then he was gone.

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ninjastormhawkkat · 2 years

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Do you have any headcanons or information about the last super heros AU that you'd like to share?

I give you angst

-Amazo Guy's parents were heroes 20 years ago. His mom was the main hero and her dad was technically her sidekick but she treated him as a partner. They were one of the first heroes to die by Maddrix's hand.

-Steven didn't exactly know what his father was going to do that day. He just found notes and plans in Maddrix's lair that he had a plan to deal with all the heroes once and for all. Steven thought his dad was going to teleport them somewhere or make them immobile or take away their powers. By the time he was about to Alex about what happened, it was too late.

-Alex became Destructo Guy before being Amazo Guy as a way of coping with the loss of his parents and the trauma and pain he was dealing with. He didn't speak to Steven again until he was place in the villain rehabilitation (secretly making villains balance keepers) center.

-Alex never blamed Steven for what happened, he just had to get away from his painful past which included Steven.

-Steven did feel guilty for what he believed not being able to stop his father before he killed all the heroes, and slight regret for having to face his own dad and turn him in like that in spite of what happened. Steven was 17 and Alex was 18 or 19 when Maddrix killed all the heroes.

-Maddrix found out about his son's romantic interest in Alex and told the boy that there was no chance between them that Steven would always be a villain and Alex was stuck following the path of heroes.

-Alex was not yet a hero when Maddrix killed all the heroes. He just wanted to live a normal life for a bit before he became an adult. His parents were fine with that and they only helped him control his powers. Alex still contemplates whether it was a good or bad thing he didn't become a hero yet as he could have died as well but he could also have had a chance to save his parents.

-Dr. Two Brains felt his heart stop when Wordgirl arrived to save her dad and encountered Maddrix. He begged and pleaded for her to leave or go find someone else. But like her dad unfortunately, she was stubborn and refused to listen. They were both rescued by Kid Math and Amazo Guy. Amazo so badly wanted to pummel Maddrix right then but he knew he had to rescue Dr. Two Brains and Wordgirl first.

-Becky did not take the truth so well. She was upset that the people she looked up to her whole life, Steven and Amazo Guy, people she thought were good guys, were really just villains trying to keep the world in balance and never really strayed from their evil ways. She felt betrayed badly and it took a bit while to talk to her dad and Amazo again.

-While Dr. Two Brains was recovering from his injuries, Maddrix attacked Fair City trying to bring out Wordgirl and Kid Math so he could finish what he started all those years ago. The adult villains face Maddrix in order to protect Wordgirl and Kid Math from Maddrix as well as give the citizens some time to escape. Many were injured before they fell back in retreat. Granny May, Captain Tangent, The Coach, Invisibill and Big Left Hand Guy sadly did not make it, but they fought with valor and honorably to their last. It was a horrid sight that was live for all to see in Fair City.

@melodythebunny

@drtwobrainsstuff

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ashxbabes · 1 month

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plot : ash isn’t exactly jumping for joy at the idea of his parents getting back together.

“it’s weird seeing them like that, like it’s love at first sight all over again. i know it should make me happy, but now i know that they wouldn’t have got divorced if it wasn’t for me.”

#open #tw angst #tw divorce

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Trouble Next Door Part 11: Relieved

Masterlist: Here

TW: Mentions of divorce and cheating

Tag List: @sinczir @rach5ive @bruher @kellyxo1 @tiannamortis @makingmunson94 @angelina16torres-blog @tlclick73 @gretavankleep37 @melaninjhs @amira0303 @robyn-118 @idkjoequinn @jaydaaasworld @squidscottjeans @rockstarmunsons @alanamarie @dandelionnfluff @aol19 @eddiesguitarskills @vampdaisy @br66klynbaby @raven-rust @daisyridleyyyy @i-love-ptv @josephquinnsfreckles @mrsjellymunson @hideoutside @eddiemunson-fanfic @paprikaquinn @burns-in-the-sun

A/N: Okay everyone get some tissues this might make you cry and also remember this and part 10 are all the same day/night so it’s been a long day for these two✨

*Eddie needs a hug and a stiff drink while you need answers to some questions*

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sparrowsortadrawzzz · 9 months

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NEW COMIC ALERT????

@atthispointeverythingischaos, ALAS...IT IS THE FIRST HALF OF THE MOMENT YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR...

THE GOOD OMENS S2 FIX COMIC, PT 1/2!!

alrighty guys, content warnings for the first half which is kinda like the last twilight movie with a major plot twist: sewerslidal ideation/attempt? threat? idk-, slight subtle manipulation, cursing, someone going yknow, aggressively insane, anddd an ever-changing artstyle- I think that's it, but lemme know if I missed anything!!

ON TO THE VERY LONG STORY!! (click for better quality I'm pretty sure? lemme know if I should add a transcript-)

(I'm so sorry- I TOLD YA THERES A PLOT TWIST THO, YOU DIDNT LISTEN <33)

WE'RE HALF WAY THERE, PLEASE TAKE THIS INTERMISSION TO STOCK UP ON SNACKS AND DRINKS <3

next (coming soon!)

𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲! ^^

#good omens season 2 #gos2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #good omens angst #good omens #the sparrow drawzzz #tw angst #good omens comic

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venting-town · 9 months

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Life death reincarnation hate love retard spirit god demon angel God exist not exist being non being be no etc everything something nothing anything thing is a fucking rape fest

It’s like..

You’re being raped. And you don’t like it. Yet sometimes you do. And you want it. And yet you DON’T want it

And others/you/nobody/somebody/anybody/everybody//// /etc keeps trying to assert their realities/unrealities/ ///etc on you/etc, saying

“ Oh, well that’s YOUR perspective! “

“ Get over it! rapes everybody/somebody/anybody/nobody//// /etc!!! That’s life/death/reincarnation/exist/non exist/be/not be!!! “

“ Try thinking more positively/negatively/neutrality/ ///etc “

“ Reclaim your power/thoughts over this rape fest! “

“ You must go through rape feat to understand it and gain knowledge/appreciation from it! You are doomed to go through rape fest again unless you acknowledge it over over ( even though rape fest )!!! “

“ You must be raped to pay back karma!!! “

“ Being raped is okay as long as I’m loved/hated/not tortured/tortured!!! “

“ Rape fest is complex and simple! Rape fest is all none some any every etc!!! “

Fucking retarded

And I’m going to explain my experiences and lackthereof and abundance of and etc how I want/“ need “ to.

I don’t need validity or invalidity to do or not do.

Without with neutral good bad etc

If nobody feels that way

I do. With without etc nobody somebody anybody everybody body etc

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oysteringofclamelot · 2 years

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Prayers to Broken Stone

Chapter 2/2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44381770/chapters/111869809

#dinluke #din x luke #skydalorian #divorce au #angst #sadfic #tw: death

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drefear · 1 year

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Daddy Issues

Best Friend’s Dad!Miguel x Reader

TW: smut, p in v, roughness, dirty talking, fingering, some fluff, some angst, teasing.

might make a part 2, we’ll see.

Nothing beat the way it felt to dance, nothing made you feel as alive. This was evident in the way you leaped across the stage and spun into a pirouette. You smiled and panted a bit and continued your routine, jumping into an arabesque as if you were in flight and completely weightless.

The applause filled the auditorium and you felt the out-of-beat rise and fall of your chest as you begged for air silently. You saw your father stand up with tears in his eyes and your best friend as well, who came to watch you for support. You’d finally gotten the lead in the show your dance school was doing, The Nutcracker , and being Clara was like walking on air. You ballet-ran off the stage and waited for the curtains to close, signaling the end of the show. You’d done it, and with perfect timing as you were about to graduate college and no longer have your dance team anymore, since you would officially reach the age limit in the fall of next year and auditions were in the winter. Your heart pounded as you saw Gabriella from the wings, happily waiting for you to come out and take your final bow, and then it was time. You milked the hell out of your curtain call, waving and smiling like a total idiot, but it was worth it. Everything had paid off to finally be at this moment.

But… they were gone? You searched for your father and Gabriella’s faces, but they weren’t in the seats they’d just been in. Did they leave? Maybe went to get the car before everyone rushed to the exits? You felt a little tinge of hurt in your heart, but you would try to understand. They came to watch and that’s all that mattered.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder as you masked your confusion on the stage, you turned to see the two missing familiars holding two large bouquets of flowers. You eyes welled with tears and you hugged them tight, crying happily as they wrapped their arms around you. The moment was perfect.

Well. Almost. There was only one person missing, one person who you already knew wouldn’t make it.

Gabriella’s dad, Miguel. He’d been one of your biggest fans since you and Gabriella became friends in middle school, about the time you began to blossom into the woman you were today. The two of you were inseparable from the moment you’d met, and soon, both of your families were just as close.

You’d been through everything together. Puberty, getting your periods, your parents divorce and your mom leaving, Gabriella’s mother passing away, everything. You two had even decided once you graduated high school, to go to college together and share an apartment.

Which is exactly what you did, and now you both were graduating. Gabriella was finishing her undergraduate for medical school, and you’d gone on to major in the arts, so you could become a professional choreographer. No one could get in between the two of you.

Except her father, you thought for a brief second before shaking the thought from your head.

No! That’s bad, very bad! You chastised yourself for your subconscious wishes.

Gabi’s dad was so nerdy as you grew up, doting on her mom every waking moment. You’d even gone as far as to call him a simp once, to which Gabi laughed about it for days. Your mom and dad barely got along at all through your childhood, so it was no wonder how much her parents loved each other was foreign to you, but things changed when you two became juniors in high school.

You’d had your first kiss, and Gabi begged for details in her room. The two of you sat up and talked about this boy you’d kissed all night, but she was definitely way more excited than you were. It just wasn’t what you’d expected, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly and basically just pushing your head into his passenger window as you somewhat wanted to get away from him.

Plus, he wasn’t even that cute.

But Gabi hadn’t experienced anything around boys yet, and so you indulged her and made it seem way more romantic and nice than it was. Batting your eyes, you made smoochy sounds as she smacked you with a pillow and you both giggled.

“Girls, lights out.” You heard Gabi’s mom say and you furrowed your brows a bit at Gabi, who just rolled her eyes in response. You waited to hear the footsteps fade before you asked her what that was about.

“My mom and dad have been seeing this counselor. Something about the spark needing to be reignited, so now they go into the guest bedroom every Saturday to have sex.” She made a disgusted face and your eyes widened.

“They plan it?”

“I guess? It’s been every weekend now for like three weeks, and I’m going insane! Let’s sneak out and see a movie or something before my brain dies.” She moved towards her window and waved me over, but you glanced at her bedroom door.

“Wait, I gotta get my shoes from downstairs, I’ll meet you in the backyard.” You spoke and she gave you a thumbs up, before tucking out of her window.

You tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room when you heard it.

“Miguel- right there!” It was hushed, but you heard it clearly. Not being able to resist, you peeked into the kitchen where you’d heard the sounds and your mind was never the same. “What if the girls come down-”

“Shh, we’ll hear them, now focus on me, cariño.” He had his head tucked into her neck as his pants were pulled below his ass, showing his toned bottom as he fucked up into her. Legs wrapped around his waist, he was so much larger than her. How did you just notice this?

Your eyes fluttered downwards to where the two of their bodies met and you gasped. He was huge. Could dick even be that big? He was beyond anything you’d seen in the health textbooks or on twitter.

You stumbled backwards and immediately knocked over the lamp on the table, the house then suddenly becoming quiet. It was as if there was no air inside of your lungs anymore, freezing in place until you saw the swinging kitchen door begin to move, running faster than you ever have for your shoes and bolting back up the stairs. You jumped as you tried to get your shoes on as fast as possible and sat on the window ledge as you heard someone coming into Gabi’s room as you were about to climb down the gutter into her backyard. Looking up, your eyes met his.

His face was sweating lightly and his eyes were blown with lust, watching you like a predator. You glanced down where you’d seen what you should never have, and his pants were pulled up now, but the bulge was still prominent and hard. You gulped and practically fell out the window backwards as you collapsed onto Gabi, who was waiting for you.

“Go!” You whispered harshly and dragged her hand, “Your dad is right behind me and he saw me!”

“Shit, how?” Gabi asked and your mouth went dry, the scene replaying in your mind like a broken record that kept skipping to the same place.

“You don’t want to know.” You hushed and ran to her fence as the lights from the back door flashed on and you two were met with the large shadow of Mr. O’Hara.

“What are you two doing?” His voice was like a death sentence to the both of you, who were sitting in the grass now. You scrambled to get up and your hands were shaking. Nothing was processing in your head. Why were you so sweaty?

“We were just gonna jump on the trampoline, dad.” Gabi lied and you just nodded, eyes avoiding his as he walked closer and folded his arms. You looked at his hands, and you thought back to where they’d just been, rubbing Mrs. O’Hara’s clit. Your eyes flashed back down to the grass.

Your name broke you from your haze, Mr. O’Hara’s voice making your knees tremble a bit. “You don’t look well, maybe I should call your dad and have him come get you.” he spoke and moved to touch your forehead, checking for a temperature. You flinched and moved backwards.

“You know what, you’re right. I’ll walk home I think. See you tomorrow, Gabi.” You rambled and a hand caught your wrist.

“You can’t walk home now, it’s dark out. I’ll just call your dad-”

“He’s working late, can’t come out. I’ll just walk home!” You tried again, begging for whatever higher power could hear you to just let you die.

“No, I’ll drive you then.” He said and your fate was sealed.

You just quietly nodded as Gabi looked at you with a bad feeling showing in her emotions. You two were in so much trouble.

Sitting in the car, your knee bounced with anxiety.

‘Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me, please don’t-’

“So, where were you two actually planning on going?” SHIT.

“Uh. Just to see a movie.” You mumbled, staring out the window.

“And why sneak out? You both know that we’d happily drive you, even give you some money for snacks.” His tone made your skin crawl, now recognizing it as the moaning and grunting you’d heard prior.

You cleared your voice and tried to not look guilty. “We, uh, didn’t want to… bother you guys.” You hoped he wouldn’t even hear you, would just let it all go.

“It’s never a bother, especially when it’s about your and Gabi’s safety.” He spoke and pulled up to a red light. The silence was drowning you, but it was better than answering his questions.

“Gabi said you two were busy tonight, so we thought it’d be better if we just snuck out.” You shifted your legs in the passenger seat, begging the world to strike you with lightning.

“Ah. So Gabi figured it out.” He said and the light turned green again. “Gabi’s mother and I have been married a long time, and sometimes we need to do things to keep-”

“The flame alive, yeah I know. Can we please not talk about this, Mr. O’Hara?” You begged, and your eyes met once more, making you blush wildly. You couldn’t help but remember the way he looked as he thrusted into his wife. You turned away fast so he hopefully wouldn’t see your red cheeks. “Gabi and I will never sneak out again, I promise, just please stop talking about this!” You covered your ears a bit. That’s when he put it together.

“Oh.” he just said and continued to drive, hands white knuckling the steering wheel. “I’m… sorry you saw that.” His tone was hesitant, like he wasn’t even sure what the words he was saying meant.

“Cool, yep, see ya tomorrow Mr. O’Hara!” You chirped and practically jumped out of his moving car as he pulled to a stop outside of your house, no cars in the driveway and no lights on. You ran to the front door and burst inside, locking it behind you and panting.

That night, you’d had your very first orgasm thinking about him fucking you like that and nothing was ever the same.

A year later, and Mrs. O’Hara was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer and had only a few months to live. She pulled through to around a year and you felt your heart break the moment she was gone. Your mother had abandoned your father and you a little into your freshman year of high school, so you’d leaned on Mrs. O'Hara, like she was your own mother, learned her ways and how to be a good cook, and she taught you many things about life that you’d eventually need.

Gabriella and Mr. O’Hara were both devastated, and you could understand why. Nothing was the same for them. After the funeral, you, the O’Hara’s, and your father had a meal together, and that would be a weekly dinner from then on. Most of the time, she would cook for everyone when you all would hang out together, especially after your mom disappeared, but now with her gone, you picked up on cooking duties. It wasn’t as amazing as hers, but it fed you all and it was similar, so you kept up with it every week.

Flash forward to tonight, graduation looming over you like a rain cloud on a summer day. All of your grades were final, your dance team was about to disburse, and you’d be a woman of the world soon. Oh how the times had changed, and tonight was your official family dinner. Instead of cooking at home, your father insisted on you all going out to eat and your and Gabriella’s favorite restaurant.

And so here you were, sitting with that too tight bun still bobbypined and an easy-to-throw-on dress you’d yanked out of your closet in a rush to wear home after your performance. Gabriella held your hand as she chatted about what her and her new boyfriend were going to do after graduation, how he was going to med school with her and she wanted to get an apartment with him. You nodded, excited for her. You weren’t surprised, as she’d mentioned them moving in together multiple times recently, which would mean you'd be looking for a studio apartment soon. That was fine by you, since she’d still be in school and you were about to begin your own career.

The Latin food filled your senses as you enjoyed the food and light conversation. Gabriella spoke with her boyfriend to her other side and your father laughed with a glass of bourbon in his hand. You felt a hand on your shoulder from above and saw that looming figure you saw in your late night fantasies.

“Dad!” Gabi perked up and stood to hug her father, making you also stand to give him a polite peck on the cheek. As you leaned up to do just that, the corners of your lips brushed and your body froze, the feeling soft and… addicting. You snapped out of it almost as fast as you felt it and blinked a few times quickly to look like nothing happened, not meeting his eyes as you sat once more.

When you looked back to where he was hugging your father and shaking Gabis boyfriends hand, your eyes met and he was staring a bit. He sat next to you and you straightened up in your dress. This was new…

You’d done well at hiding your crush on him in the years, you thought. The first few months after you saw him and his wife have sex, you couldn’t look either of Gabi’s parents in the eye, but you’d gotten over it once you lost your virginity. ‘So that’s what it’s like’ you thought once you were done and the boy you were with was in the bathroom.

Dinner was served relatively quickly as you all ordered and drank. Your father had another bourbon neat, and Miguel had a Manhattan, as Gabi and her boyfriend each had a few vodka sodas, and you just slipped on your little tequila drink. It was a special for that week or something and had some sort of juice that made it look blueish purple.

Once you all had a drink in your each, you’d all begun laughing and chatting louder and as the night went one, you’d had a few more. The live band started and you swayed a bit at the music. When you turned your head, Miguel was looking at you already with his arm behind your chair. You blushed a bit, warm from the liquor in your veins as he chuckled.

“Drunk? I thought you could handle more than that.”

“No no, I don’t… I don’t like to drink too much, so I’m already pushing it.” You smiled and glanced at your dad, who just nodded in agreement.

“My little girl did not get the drinking gene.” He added and sipped the bourbon he had. Gabi laughed and spoke up.

“Should’ve seen her in Miami on Spring Break! She was so drunk, she was dragging strangers to dance with her-“

“Gabi!” You chimed in and glanced at your father and Miguel, the men laughing at your embarrassment.

“You’re a great dancer, even drunk!” She added and her boyfriend smiled at the memory as well. “How about we dance?” He nodded and pulled her hand to dance to the live music, enjoying the soft singing of the Hispanic music. You glanced at the dance floor and saw all couples, where Gabi now stood with her loving boyfriend.

“Go, find a partner!” You dad added and you shook your head. “Come on! A professional dancer who won’t dance alone?” He teased and you smiled again, just ignoring the comment.

“Here, I’ll dance with you.” Miguel stood and reached for your hand. You froze once more for that moment and nodded. “That way, you can still dance and not be alone.” He smiled wider and pulled you up, walking with you to the dance floor. You stood in front of him and heard the next song begin. Preciosa by Marc Anthony began and the beat made you move your hips gently, as he held your hands and followed your movements.

“They didn’t teach Latin dancing to you, did they?” He asked, a playful tone in his voice. You looked up with a small ‘no’ and he chuckled, moving you in close to his chest and putting one leg in between yours. “Follow my lead, and loosen your hips. No ballet here, amor.” The roll of his tongue on the ‘r’ made your hips stutter in their movement. You’d never been so nervous to dance. He held one hand up and placed the other hand around your waist, swiveling you and twirling you both as he moved with precision and ease across the dance floor. You felt the eyes of everyone around you, but you couldn’t care. This was a moment you knew you’d waited your whole life for, and this was probably as close as you’d get to being with Miguel, so you’d ignore everyone and enjoy it while it lasted. A smile tugged at your features and you let him lead you. He even lifted you at one point like you were nothing but a piece of paper, a feather.

When that song ended, Vivir Mi Vida played and the tempo became faster, making you both continue with hast and creating a bit of sweat on both of you. He took control of the dance and spun you around the dance floor, making sure no one got in either of your ways as you laughed with glee.

The night moved in a blur as you and Miguel moved like a couple who’d been together for years, two who moved as one. A slow song played and the strum of the guitar moved your bodies close, making you lean back and forth intimately against each other. The song ended and you both realized there was very few people left in what once was a bustling restaurant, and when you turned back to your table, your father was handing the bill to the waiter. Miguel stopped and walked back.

“I told you I was taking care of it tonight.” He caught your dad’s wrist and took the check, replacing your father’s credit card with his, and giving it back to the poor confused server. They hurried away as your dad shook his head.

“Couldn’t let me have that, O’Hara? You and Gabi came to support my little girl, and you even swept her onto the dance floor and made her smile. Least I can do is buy ya dinner.” He laughed and Miguel smiled.

“Not a chance. She’s been a wonderful friend to Gabriella for years, and she’s like my own mija. Let me treat you all and celebrate her.”

The words echoed in your mind and broke down your wonderful night.

His mija? As in… his own daughter?

You cursed yourself silently and painting a fake smile onto your lips as you all got up to leave once he took back his card. Gabriella was speaking to you and rambling about the apartment her and her boyfriend were looking at tomorrow, but all you could hear was the white noise of your own thoughts crippling your ability to think.

You tossed and turned all night after hearing Miguel say those words and you pushed down the feelings you’d pretended were not there for years, as they threatened to roll over your being and blow through your eyes without grace. How could you let yourself think anything like that again?

A few weeks later and you sat with Gabi in her backyard, tanning in the chairs by her pool as you both heard a low “I’m home,” from inside. The back door swung open and you saw Mr. O’Hara standing there. He was silent for a moment before getting a bit irritated. “What the hell are you two wearing?” He barked, angered.

Gabi shrunk back. “Dad, what are you talking about? They’re just bikinis!” She tried to call him down, but he seemed to get even worse.

“Just- those aren’t even bikinis, those- that’s less than underwear, you both might as well be wearing nothing!” He yelled in upset, like a lion roaring in pain.

“Maybe I should just go.” You mumbled and his eyes snapped to you. Uh oh…

“Not a chance. Yours is worse than hers! You look naked!” He stepped towards you and instinctively you took a step back, behind the lawn chair.

“M-Mr O’Hara, no one can see us. We’re in your backyard.” You spoke carefully, trying to make it better. “So no one even saw us, right? We'll change.” You nodded, obediently as you grabbed Gabi’s hand and slipped back into the house, hearing him grumble to himself as you passed him.

“I’ve never seen him talk to us like that.” Gabi spoke, putting on a t-shirt. She sighed and pulled her hair up. “Not even when I had that hickey sophomore year!”

“Maybe he just had a rough day and that was the last straw?” You hadn’t changed yet, staring at yourself in the bikini in the mirror. It really wasn’t terrible, maybe a bit more of a cheeky back than a full one, the straps of your bikini fairly thin. Just a regular red triangle bikini. Maybe you’d just gained weight? You huffed, “my bag is downstairs with my clothes, I’m gonna go grab it.”

“Do you wanna just borrow a shirt?”

“I mean, maybe. Anything baggy, so he doesn’t freak out again?” You asked and glanced at her hamper of clean clothes.

“Yeah, grab whatever.” She waved you off and you reached in, grabbing a large t-shirt and a pair of soccer shorts. “I’m gonna go start making some dinner, come down when you’re done changing to help.” She spoke and walked out of the room. You sighed and pushed your hair behind your ears, sitting on her bed and holding the discarded bikini. Was he really upset? Well, maybe he was since he saw you as his own daughter. You begrudgingly got up and walked down the hall, passing by his office and spotting him.

“Come in here.” His tone was sharp, almost nerve wracking. You followed the voice and saw him with his arms folded over his chest, an irritated glare in his eyes. “I’m disappointed in both of you for thinking something like that is appropriate to wear.”

“Mr. O’Hara, we weren’t out in public, and no one else was around!” You answered, regretting your decision to stand up for yourself, as you notice the look in his eyes and realize you’re just digging your own grave.

“So you two weren’t taking a snapchat in those outfits? No videos or TikToks?” He asked, making you bite your tongue and avoid laughing at hearing him say that stuff.

“Maybe one tiktok…” You trail off and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But, we didn’t post it, and I can delete it.” You justified and he nodded, concern still etched into his beautiful face. You take out your phone and as you begin to delete the video, his eyes narrow.

“...are those my clothes?” His head cocked to the side like a confused dog and you looked down, just as curious to see what he was talking about.

“No, they were in Gabi’s clean clothes.”

“Well, that’s my t-shirt from high school and those are my workout shorts.” His words made you quiet, forgetting about deleting the video. You blushed a bit and immediately starting searching for your bag, making a bee-line for the living room. “Oh my god, I’ll go change, I’m so sorry.” You rambled some flustered apologies before he could say anything else and ran off to the bathroom with the bag on your shoulder. Locking the door, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Could today get any worse? You leaned your head against the wall and kept your eyes shut, then took your clothing off once more to change into the clothes that actually belonged to you.

Tugging your skirt down to a suitable length incase Mr. O’Hara decided to berate your fashion choices once more, you glanced at something on the floor. It was another shirt of his, this time obvious by how large this one was, and the smell.

It was definitely something he’d just worked out in, having a particular musk to it, and the smell of his aftershave and body wash. It was him to a tee, and something in your body lit on fire just from the scent.

Without a second thought, you stuffed the shirt in your bag and exited the bathroom.

That night was filled with stifled moans and bitten knuckles as you quieted yourself while using your vibrator. His shirt stayed stationed in the hand you were biting down on, smelling his scent while you touched yourself until you were seeing stars and having trouble remembering your own name.

You hid that shirt the next day, stuffing it behind your pillows for safe keeping.

A day later, Miguel and Gabi had come over to watch some sport together. You’d never really been interested in sports unless Gabi was playing, but you enjoyed the company, so you often cooked for them all while they enjoyed the show. You mixed the guacamole as you heard someone walk into the kitchen behind you.

“Smells great.” Miguel spoke as he opened the fridge.

“Homemade chips, for the guac.” You nodded, still somewhat keeping it short with him after the prior day’s events.

“You can’t still be mad, right?” He asked and you turned to him fully, pausing the work on the mashed avocado and staring at him. He was holding two beers.

“I was never mad, but I still don’t get it.” You shrugged, “it just didn’t really seem like a big deal.”

“Really?” He seemed to get a little upset at that, placing the beers down and leaning on the kitchen island. “Because I think it was a huge deal. You’re barely an adult, you can’t be dressed like-”

“Like what? A woman? It was a bikini, it’s not like I was standing on the corner!”

“Watch how you talk to me.” He got cold and serious and your temper was flaring up.

“Why should I? You’re not my dad or my boyfriend, so you don’t get to tell me how to dress.” You shot back and he was quiet for a second. This prompted you to continue your winning streak. “And I don’t think you get to tell me what’s appropriate in front of people.”

“What are you talking about?” He hissed, taking a small step closer to you. “You don’t remember? When I caught you fucking on your kitchen counter? Cause I remember. Vividly.” You jabbed back and his eyes widened, the anger on your face apparent. Without another word, you stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs to your bedroom, slamming the door and sitting on your bed.

You shouldn’t have brought that up, you knew you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t help it. Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do? He was just your friend’s dad, he had no right to yell at you about how you dressed or what you did. It wasn’t his place.

“Honey?” Your dad said from outside your door and you got up, opening it for him. “Miguel told me that he upset you, so I told him that he and Gabi should go home for the night so I could talk to my little girl.” Your dad always called you ‘his little girl,’ no matter how old you got. Tears started welling in your eyes, and you didn't know why, but you started crying into your father’s chest. He hugged you in a tight embrace as you continued to let out the tears you didn’t know you were holding in.

Some time went on and after about a week, you’d gone to Gabi's childhood home to hang out and watch a movie while Miguel was out. It was perfect. You didn’t have to see him and you could have some one-on-one time with Gabi.

Until she fell asleep halfway through the movie. You sighed, getting up and getting a glass of water. The week had been stressful. Every free second you had, you were touching yourself to Miguel’s shirt, tracing your clit, biting your lip to avoid making sounds. Even just the memory of his smell made your knees wobble a bit and you held onto the fridge handle a bit tighter while getting the water. The front door opening signaled you that he was now home. Time to leave as fast as possible, you thought to yourself, and placed the full cup of water in the sink.

Before you could walk out of the kitchen, Miguel was in the doorway staring down at you. “I just got off the phone with your father.” His voice was monotone, which wasn’t abnormal.

“You can tell him I’ll be home soon.”

“Well, he had a few questions for me. About you.” He spoke and something was off about how he was speaking. Was he… taunting you?

You finally met his eyes and you were right, something was off.

“He said the cleaning lady found a man’s shirt in your bedroom.” Your heart dropped. No no no no!

“Oh.” Was all you could muster up as he watched your reaction. “He asked if you and Gabi had any new boys around, any new friends. He said you randomly started crying the other day and he was worried you might be going through some sort of relationship that he’s unaware of. So?” He asked and you just clenched your jaw.

“Mr. O’Hara, that is none of your-”

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“What?” You questioned, taking a step backwards.

“Say my name. You want me to treat you like an adult? Say my name.”

“Fine. Miguel, that is none of your business.” You barked at him, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I think it is my business, though. Since it’s my shirt.” He announced and your eyes swelled to the size of dinner plates. How did he-

“It was just so strange, how one of my shirts went missing, one I had been wearing the day I yelled at you about that bikini, and then suddenly your dad finds a shirt that matches the one I’m missing. Weird coincidence, hmm?” he folded his arms and you felt your body running cold. How could you steal from a genius and think he wouldn’t realize? “So let me get the facts in order. You watched me have sex in my kitchen, you stole my dirty clothing, and you pranced around my house in a skimpy bikini.” He spoke in a lower voice, as if he was just thinking out loud, and you noticed the look in his eyes was becoming hungry.

“Y-Yes ok I did that, I’m sorry. Don’t tell anyone it was yours!” You begged and he chuckled at you, looking to the side.

“I’m not telling anyone anything, but I have a question.” He paused and brought his thumb to his lip, as if thinking about something he was trying to word correctly. “What were you doing with my shirt?”

Your blood ran cold, the sound of your heart beating in your ears too loud to even think. He… wanted you to say it. Heat began to rise up your neck and cover your cheeks and ears with a tint of red.

“C’mon, say it.” His lips twitched to a smirk and you squeezed your legs together at the view you had of him. Dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, belt around those slim hips, slacks tight in all the right places from how muscular his thighs were.

Embarrassment filled your head as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, and as you lifted them up his body, red rubies claimed your sight like they owned you.

“I-I… thought about you.”

“Be specific, amorcita, what about me?” He moved forward and tilted your chin up to keep eye contact with him as you spoke.

You gulped and closed your eyes, too humiliated to say what you were about to while seeing his face. “I thought of you and I having sex… touching me and stuff.”

“Eyes on me, mi corazon.” You opened your eyes and he was bent down to where he could kiss you. His breath smelled like mint. “Tell me more.”

“I imagined you on top of me, b-behind me… kissing me.” You trailed off as his lips ghosted over yours, then smiling and crashing together like a crescendo of a symphony. His hands gripped the sides of your body, picking you up and placing you on the countertop.

“You thought of me touching you here?” His hand trailed down your torso towards the front of your jean shorts, tracing where your pussy sat, hot and waiting. Your breath hitched as you nodded, and he smirked again. He liked the effect he had on you, it was obvious.

“Words, mi amor.”

“Yes, Miguel, please.” You spoke, your words shaky as he laughed at your shyness. “Where was that attitude from before? All that sass?” He whispered against your ear as he unzipped your jean shorts, pulling down the material to expose you more to him. His fingers rubbed against the lacy fabric of your panties, and you lost your mind for a minute, panting a bit just from the slight contact. “You’re that sensitive? Just from a little touching?” He purred and yanked your panties off as well, your naked core against the chill of the air sending a shiver up your spine. “Where’d all that shit you were talking from the other day go?”

“Miguel,” You beg and place a hand on his shoulder.

“Gotta open you up first, Princessa.” His words were low and rumbled in your body as he gave you pet names.

A finger slipped into you without issue, and your back arched into his chest as he massaged your thigh with the other hand. A moan erupted in your throat and he quickly took the hand on your thigh to cover your mouth. “Shhh, we can’t have Gabi finding us like this, right?” You nodded and practically saw your eyes cross as he pushed in another finger, beginning to feel full with just the two digits. He worked them back and forth in you as he placed soft kisses against your throat. Your whole body jolted, like an electric current was rolling throughout your body.

His fingers began to curl against that spongy spot that had you rolling your eyes back, letting out more muffled sounds against his other hand, his eyes hooded and watching you through his thick lashes. Like a predator, he moved them faster and you felt yourself about to teeter over the edge. His thumb brushed against your clit and you were sent into a full earth-shattering orgasm, gripping his shoulder for stability as he let you ride his fingers through it.

“Preciosa…” he mumbled and unzippered the dress pants, pulling himself out and watching your face change from blissed out to fearful. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow…” he whispered and lined himself up. Pulling you to the edge of the counter, he pushed the tip into you and you closed your eyes, feeling the stretch of his size already. He moved slowly as you adjusted and once he was fully in, you hissed a bit. You both were completely breathless, like two wild beasts waiting to see who would make the first deadly move. “Look at me while I fuck you good, I want to see that pretty face while I’m inside you.” Keeping eye contact, he moved his thumb back on your clit, making you shake a bit and let out pretty little sounds again. He started to move at this, feeling so good and overwhelmingly full. It was as if you’d been speared onto something, he was impaling himself into you and you loved every second. You began to thrust back against him and he practically lost it then and there, watching you frantically chase your own high making him almost feral. He yanked you off of the counter top, flipping you over and pushing you down flat against it. Shoving himself back inside of you, he began a relentless pace, bruising your cervix over and over. As you got louder, he pulled your hair back to make you arch against his chest.

“Yeah? You like how I ruin you?” He taunted, slamming into you from behind and causing the sound of skin slapping skin to echo across the room. “This pussy is mine.” He growled and gave your clit a gentle slap, making you practically scream out.

“M-Miguel…!” You were panting from how he’d made you so breathless, so overwhelmed by him.

“Be quiet, or do you want Gabi to know you’re a slut for me? That you love when I fuck you better than anyone ever could.” He went on and you nodded along. He was right. He’d ruined you for any other man. You’d never be able to fuck anyone else without comparing them to him.

“That’s right, amorcita, moan for me.” He egged you on as he bottomed out once more, making your legs shake. He lifted one of your knees to lean on the counter beside you and pounded into you from a new, deeper angle, giving you chills. That was it, that new spot he’d found made you come around him instantly, muscles tightening from the orgasm. You felt someone warm fill you, and realized he had finished as well. Grabbing your face harshly, he pulled your face sideways to give you a rough kiss as he kept himself inside of you for a few more moments.

You gasped for air as you felt him slip out of you, his seed dripping down your leg a bit and making you hyper aware of what just happened. You both stood, half dressed and heaving in silence. Your eyes found his, and everything hit you all at once. Grabbing your underwear and jean shorts off of the ground, you rushed out of the kitchen and began getting dressed as you walked.

“Wait-” He called out and yelled your name, but you were fast and he was still tucking himself back into his pants. As you reached the door, there was a knock and you buttoned your shorts as you swung open the door.

A nicely dressed woman, beautiful and tall, stood there holding a jacket. The two of you stared at each other for a second before she looked past you and smiled.

“Ah, Miguel! I realized you left your jacket in my car.” She spoke, then looked down at you. “Is this your daughter?”

Tears built up in your eyes and you looked back at Miguel, shocked.

“You were on a date?” Your words could’ve been poisonous with how you spoke to him, because they stung him terribly. His mouth was parted, still in shock.

You’d had enough. Your body pushed past the woman’s and you ran down the street to your home, only a few blocks away. It wasn’t your apartment, but your dad should be home and you could just tell him you didn’t want to talk about it. He never pushed you.

Knocking on the door, he opened it and immediately was afraid.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to stay here tonight, ok?” You spoke and he nodded, hugging your crying frame. Tonight had been too much to think about, and as he walked you in, you finally felt the exhaustion hit you. You trudged off to your bed and fell asleep.

Part 2

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