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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year ago

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Pairing : Dad!Han Jisung x F!Reader TW : first half angst ; reader is pregnant ; Ji is kind of an a-hole ; he fixes himself ; time jump for the second half ; ji and readers daughter is 5 ; Ji is still an a-hole ; angst ; happy ending though ; Word Count : 6.5k Request : Anonny : Can you please write an angst with a fluffy ending on hannie - where y/n surprises him that shez pregnant(w a daughter)but he lashes out at her harshly and says he doesn't want the baby bcz of his tiring and exhausting schedule - but realises his mistake sooner and apologizes her and even takes care of her during her pregnancy and even his precious daughter once she's born , And one mor fic of angst w a fluffy ending on hannie - where he lashes out at his 5 y/o daughter and y/n as they asked him to spend more time with him ,and especially on his daughter's bday and he didn't even remember her daughters bday and said all the possible harsh things like way too harsh things to them on his daughters bday - but later the same he realises it's his daughters bday and regrets immediately and Apologizes to both yn and his daughter and even surprises his precious daughter lately on her birthday A/N : I'm combining these two!! It'll be a famous Nana time jump for this one so I can pair them together in one fic. I changed the request just a little bit, but I hope you still enjoy it, Anonny. ALSO! I think I got the job!! That also means that I'll be working overnights (graveyard shift), but I'll actually be respected and treated fairly so... I'm really happy. I'll be able to get the hours that I need to pay my bills as well. I won't be able to write as much, but I promise I will write when I get the chance to.

Were you and Jisung together? Of course you were, he was the love of your life, and vice versa. You couldn’t imagine a single day that went by when you weren’t able to happily say he was yours. Ji made you laugh, he made you laugh to the point where your stomach hurt and your eyes filled with tears and you were doubled over wheezing and gasping for breath. Ji made your heart feel full, so full that there was no more room in your chest for it to grow anymore. He made you feel loved in a way that was so magical, so dreamlike, it was like living in your own fairytale except it was all real, and every morning you got to wake up and know that he was yours and you were his.

Were you and Jisung together though? No, very rarely. His job kept him away from you more often than not, and while the moments that the two of you were able to physically be together were… well, dreamlike, a lot of the time, most of the time, your interactions were kept to phone calls and late night texts or video calls. You tried to be supportive, you didn’t complain as much as most people probably would, although there were many times when you wanted to just break down and beg him to put you before his job at least once a month. But you didn’t, you’d put on a smile as you hugged him and kissed him goodbye after one of those rare nights when he would be able to come over and spend the night.

He spent most of his time at the dorms with the other guys, and while he’d try to invite you over there, you’d always kindly decline. As much as you loved the guys and looked at them as brothers, you wanted to be able to spend time with Ji alone, and to you it seemed like he’d rather be around them than to be around you sometimes. You wished that he’d grow up a little, prioritize the relationship, and it seemed less like a wish and more like a need now. It only took one rare night that he spent the night for you to get the most life changing news of… well… your life.

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“Can you… Can you hear me?” You asked into your phone, the mind numbing sound of static coming through the speaker was headache inducing, but you really needed to talk to him.

“Yeah… Kind of… Shit, this reception is really bad. Can you just text me, baby?” His voice came through choppy and muffled, it sounded like he was underwater, and while you knew that it would be best to text him considering the way the phone call was going, this wasn’t really something that you wanted to tell him over text. You wanted to hear his reaction, and while it would have definitely been better to tell him in person, he was currently on tour and you knew that by the time he got back, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise.

“I really need to talk to you…” You said, rushing out the front door to stand on the porch, hoping that the service would be better now that you were outside. “Can you hear me now?” You asked, and you heard him hum in agreement, and while you should have felt better that this moment wasn’t stalled any longer, your stomach began to twist into knots and although the mid-February wind was whipping around you, there was sweat dripping down the back of your neck.

“You okay, baby? What’dya need to talk about?” His voice filled the silence, and you knew that he didn’t have much time before he had to go back to work. He wasn’t rushing you, but you felt rushed, you didn’t want to wait forever to tell him, and you thought that maybe the news would brighten his day and lift his mood that had already peaked. He was so sweet, so gentle, and he had often talked about one day having a little baby Ji to follow in his footsteps, you were certain that his reaction would be nothing but positive.

“I’m pregnant, Ji…” You whispered, and there was no question as to whether he heard you. The sound of a gasp, and then loud coughing, and then silence. Had he muted his phone so he could celebrate with the guys? “Babe? You still there?” You asked, trying not to get overly excited yourself. You wanted to save your own celebration for when he came back home and you both could be together to share in the excitement of such big news.

“No. I… Look, I need some time to think about this because… You just… Do you even know what I’m doing right now? I’m about to do a show and you think I needed to hear that before I go on stage? As if things aren’t stressful enough for me… I don’t… I don’t want a damn kid right now!” Had you set your expectations too high? This was most definitely not the way you thought that the announcement would turn out, and this wasn’t the way you thought he’d be. It was so shocking that you were stunned into silence, frozen like a statue on the front porch. “I don’t want it. That’s it… That’s all I have to say. Figure something out because this isn’t going to work. I have to go.”

And he did. He hung up, leaving you with so many thoughts, but none of them stuck long enough to really form into anything more. What the hell did he expect you to do? You were already 3 months along, it’s not like you were just going to get rid of the baby because he decided that he didn’t want it. That did change things though, it changed a lot of things. You weren’t sure what you were going to do right at that very second, but you had a lot to figure out before he came back from tour.

After the concert, after all of the stress of the show wore off, he was able to really think. He thought about the phone call, he thought about what he said, and he was immediately hit with a wave of regret. He didn’t know what the hell he was thinking when he said it, he didn’t know what came over him, and the only reason he could truly come up with was the stress. It was the damndest thing, because he truthfully wouldn’t mind being a father, especially knowing that someone as amazing and caring and loving as you would be the mother to his child.

That’s why he tried to get in touch with you, calling your phone repeatedly until he came to the stomach turning conclusion that you just weren’t going to answer him. That didn’t stop him from calling once more to leave a message though. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said, I love you so damn much, and I’m happy, I really am. I do want the baby, I want this, I do. Please, don’t think about what I said, I wish I could just take it all back, I wish I could make you forget that I was stupid enough to say something like that. I hope you’re sleeping and when you wake up, just call me, please call me, baby. I need to hear your voice, I need to know that we’re going to be okay. I love you.”

The call was promptly ended before he fell back onto the hotel bed. It was strange how he had been able to sleep by himself in the dorms for so many nights, he was able to fall asleep without you, but now that he knew that you were carrying his child, now that he knew how much he had fucked up, he couldn’t seem to sleep at all, and he wanted nothing more than to be right beside you, holding you.

He was restless, he couldn’t even close his eyes to try to get some sleep, and he knew that there was no way he’d be able to perform the following night, not unless he knew everything was okay back at home. So he didn’t sleep, instead he got online and started looking up tickets for the next flight that would take him home to you. How was he even supposed to perform when his mind was running rampant with thoughts of you leaving him? He couldn’t do anything with those thoughts plaguing him.

So he bought the ticket, a red eye flight that he’d hopefully be able to get a little bit of shut eye on before he landed. He didn’t just need to sleep, he needed to think of what he’d say once he got back home to you. He was sure that the guys would understand. Or maybe they wouldn’t… He’d apologize to them for leaving on such short notice, and he’d make sure to come up with some elaborate excuse for the fans as to why he wasn’t there.

He knew that he wasn’t the best at prioritizing the most important things, at least not what most people would consider important. He had spent so many years of his life working towards this dream of becoming a famous idol, and even when he achieved that dream, he just couldn’t stop. Even when you had entered his life and made the world seem so much brighter, he had foolishly continued to choose his career, and you had, amazingly enough, still decided to stand beside him and put up with his shit. He had to show you that you were important, not just you now though, but this baby, this child who had come as a surprise, but he made a mental note and a promise to himself to love this child, his child, regardless of anything that happened.

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You stood in the kitchen, a cup of coffee held tightly in your hands as you overlooked the city just outside your window. You tried not to think about what he had said, you wanted to have a decent morning, well, evening… It was already 1 in the afternoon. When you woke up there had been so many calls from him, but only one voicemail that you were far too scared to listen to. You knew that he was angry, he was pissed, and you didn’t want him to go off on you again, even if it were only through a recording. You still had to figure out what to do though, it didn’t seem like there was much in regards to options. You weren’t going to get rid of the baby, and as much as you loved Jisung, the life that was now growing inside of you was far more important than a relationship that was clearly one sided.

The birds chirping just outside your window had captured your attention fully, the sounds of the city which had seemed so loud before were now almost calming, but that calm was soon disrupted by the sound of the lock being undone on your front door. You whipped around just in time to see Jisung standing in the doorway, disheveled and slightly frazzled as he dropped his bags to the floor. “What are you doing here?” You asked, refusing to move any closer to him. “Thought you had a tour to worry about?”

His head shook and his bottom lip jutted out, shaky breaths had him trembling where he stood just as still as you had been on the front porch just yesterday. “The tour isn’t more important than you. It’s not more important than our family… our baby…” He whispered, his voice shaking just as much as his body was. “I was an idiot, an overly stressed out idiot… But I didn’t mean it. D-Did you listen to the message?”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to pay too much attention to how sad he was and just how much it pulled at your heartstrings to see him that way. You just had a soft spot for him, and you were sure that that would never go away, or, at the least, take a while to fade. You had to be strong though, and even if what he said was true, you had to let him know how much you had been hurt by what he said before. “No… I didn’t. I think you said enough, and I didn’t really want to listen to your voice again, not any time soon.” It was a lie, you loved his voice, you didn’t want to go a day without hearing it, but watching the way his face crumpled, you could tell that your words really hit him.

“That’s fair…” He whispered, a loud sniffle coming from across the room. “You don’t have to listen to it… I’ll say it now. I love you… and I love the little baby that we made together… And I’m sorry I was a dick. I don’t want to lose you, not because I was stupid and stressed out. I don’t want to lose you at all, ever.” Now his words were hitting you, although you were definitely going to blame the fresh tears that were streaming down your face on the raging hormones that were currently coursing through your body. “Don’t cry… Please don’t cry, I’ll cry too.”

“You’re already crying though…” You whimpered out, a small sob mixed with a giggle. It felt so nice to laugh, but it felt even better to laugh with him. You wanted to put it in the past, not forget it, but right now you just wanted to move on. “Do you have to go back? I don’t want you to get in trouble for missing the shows…”

His shoes had already been kicked off, making his way now over to where you stood in the kitchen, his hands cupping your face and his thumbs brushing away your tears. “I’m staying here… Where I belong. Changbin or Hyunjin can cover my parts. I want to be here with you, and that’s where I’m going to be. No more crying, I want to hear all about how you’re feeling, I want to be here for you.”

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The next months of your pregnancy were strange. It was like they were going too fast, but they also weren’t going fast enough. You loved being pregnant, but you weren’t a big fan of all the attention you were getting. It was one thing for it to be coming from Ji, but it was like everyone gravitated towards you, or… Moreso, your bump that everyone seemed to want to touch and ogle over like they’ve never seen a pregnant woman before.

Jisung was too kind to tell anyone to really back away from you, and you didn’t know half of the people that would swarm around you wherever you went, but it was exhausting to deal with them. You knew that Jisung meant well though, and you could tell that he was proud to be a soon-to-be father, you could just feel the pride radiating off of him whenever he talked about it.

His proudest moment to date though, was when he found out you were having a girl, that you were carrying his daughter. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he looked on in awe at the sonogram screen. You had to practically snap him back to reality that day, his head stuck in the clouds, daydreaming about the day his daughter would be born, the day he’d finally get to hold her and see her. He had told you all about it in the car on the way home.

From that day forward, as if he wasn’t already like your shadow, he practically became glued to your hip. You love him, you really do, but it became annoying, not that you’d tell him that. You couldn’t do anything without him being right there beside you just to do it for you. You appreciated the help, but it’s not like you were on bed rest, you could still do things on your own. You couldn’t blame anyone for him being so protective, the only thing you could blame was the internet. He had been looking up what changes your body went through during the many weeks of your pregnancy, and he happened to stumble across the complications that could occur as well. That’s when you got your very panicked, very helpful, and slightly irritating Jisung.

By the time you reached the third trimester though, you were so exhausted and your back ached so badly that you didn’t even mind it anymore. He had managed to get the rest of the guys in on helping you too, especially if he was in the studio for a long period of time- which was anything longer than 45 minutes -he’d have one of them check up on you and see if you needed anything.

When he was home or when he got home, he’d shower you in attention and affection, kissing you first before pressing a kiss to your stomach and asking how your day has been, although his gaze would be focused solely on your stomach, absolutely mesmerized by the way your stomach looked when his daughter would move. He loved the way she reacted to his voice, you on the other hand could never get comfortable, although you once again, would never tell him that. He just looked so happy, and he’d get so excited, telling everyone how his baby girl recognized his voice and would move whenever she heard him.

Of course, she decided to stay in for a little longer than the expected 40 weeks, and by the 41st week you were begging the doctors to induce you. You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to use the bathroom or take a shower without Jisung being right outside the door asking if you were okay or if you needed help every 5 seconds. He really did mean well, but you couldn’t wait for your daughter to be out so that you’d be able to not only get some peace, but also some privacy where you needed it most.

It was all worth it though when you saw Jisungs face light up at the sight of his daughter when she was born. Tears of joy streamed down his face as his hands seemed to automatically reach out for her, his lips formed into a circle, absolutely amazed at the fact that this, not so little, baby just came from you. If there had been nothing else to prove to you how good of a father he would be, this moment, the moment she was placed into his arms and you could just see it in his face, his entire world was complete now… He was going to be the best father.

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5 years seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and the little baby girl that would once curl up in yours and Jisungs arms to fall asleep, your little cuddle bug, was now a ball of energy that would whip around the house being the biggest goofball, much like her father, to bring a smile to people's faces. She was the life and the light of any room she went into, but at night, when she’s run out all of her energy and she’s tuckered out, you and Ji will catch a glimpse of your little baby girl, curled up in the middle of his and your bed.

She was more energetic than usual, but that’s because it was her birthday. Her party wouldn’t be until the weekend, but you still wanted to do a little something special to celebrate the official day. Jisung had to work, but he didn’t want to get stuck at the office so he decided to work from home so he could just pack up his laptop and not deal with the commute, he’d be right at home with you and Jisoo when he was done.

It was hard to keep her occupied, she was so excited and she knew she had presents to open, and you were trying to not only prepare her favorite dinner but also make cupcakes for her. There was so much to do, and you were doing it all on your own so that Ji could work. You were one person, you only had 2 eyes, although a lot of people joke and say that mothers have eyes on the backs of their heads, it seemed like those eyes were focused on the timer on the oven to make sure the cupcakes didn’t burn. That’s why you didn’t realize that she had, at some point, strolled into Jisungs makeshift office/studio.

“Daddy.” She said, standing right beside him, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie to try to get his attention. Her smile was wide, two little dimples adorning both of her cheeks as she looked up at him with the brightest eyes. He sighed harshly through his nose, pulling out one of his earphones to look down at her. “You coming now?” She was completely oblivious to the glare that her father was wearing, or at least, she was oblivious to the fact that it was directed entirely towards her.

“I’m really busy right now, go bother your mother or something.” He mumbled, shaking his head as he tried to turn his attention back to his computer, but Jisoo wasn’t going to allow it. She tugged on his sleeve again, her mouth open to say something else, but Jisung spoke before she could. “Get out. You’re such a burden sometimes, Jesus Christ!” He seethed, his head falling back as he let out a loud groan.

Jisoo wasn’t oblivious anymore, no, she was heartbroken, and quite honestly confused. She quickly scurried away from him, sniffling softly as she ran out of the room. Neither you or Jisung had ever yelled at her, let alone raised your voices around her. She was shocked, she was devastated, and she immediately ran to you.

“What’s wrong, honey?” You dropped everything you had been doing to scoop her up and set her on the counter top, working quickly to wipe away the tears that poured down her puffy little cheeks. Your immediate worry was that she had hurt herself, your eyes scanning over her head, her face, her arms, and her legs to look for any visible signs of scrapes or bruises, but there were none. “Did you get a booboo?”

Her head shook quickly, her hair whipping around her face as she did before dropping her head. She looked embarrassed, and if she had known the word and what it meant at her age, she’d tell you that that’s exactly how she felt. “I try to tell Daddy that it my birthday…” She started, her sentences broken up by shaky breaths and loud sniffles. “He yell at me… told me get out… He say I a bird hen… I not even know what that means…”

She might not know what it meant, but you sure as hell knew what he meant, and you were pissed. “You’re not a bird hen, honey. You’re wonderful, and I know that daddy didn’t mean to yell. He just gets lost in his computer sometimes. He loves you though, and mommy loves you too.” You pressed a big, wet kiss to her forehead, trying and succeeding in getting her to giggle so that you could get her mind off of being upset. “How about you go play with your dolls in your room so that I can decorate your cupcakes and they’ll be a surprise. How’s that sound, huh?”

Jisoos smile was back once more, her hands clapping together as you helped her off the counter. You watched her run to her room, her door being shut fast, and rather loud, in her hurry to let you start on her surprise. Truth be told, you just didn’t want her to listen to you talking to Jisung, not just because you didn’t want her to think about it again, but also because the language you were planning on using wasn’t going to be kid friendly at all.

It took everything in you not to just storm into the room and start yelling, but you knew that would draw her attention, so you walked in as calmly as possible, even though it felt like your blood was boiling. He only made things worse for himself when he let out a sound of annoyance, yanking his earphones out and slamming his hands on his desk. “Oh my god! Wh-”

“You shut the fuck up and you listen to me you son of a bitch.” You hissed the words through clenched teeth, taking one look behind yourself to make sure Jisoo hadn’t come out of her room before storming over to him, your finger pointed and only an inch from his face. “If you ever make my baby cry like that again, I will personally pack all your shit up and throw you out of this fucking house, you hear me?”

The momentary shock wore off almost instantly, and he was quickly defensive, although he did back away just a little before he spoke. “You knew I was working. I thought you were going to watch her, but I guess I was wrong about that. I should have just gone into the office today, I would be able to get shit done.”

The fire that was burning inside you, pure rage that had your blood bubbling, it was like it had built up to the top of your body, completely blinding you with rage and all you could see was red as you slammed his laptop shut before picking it up and shoving it against his chest. “Then go to the fucking office, Jisung! Nobody wants you here anyway!” You shouted, your chest rising and falling heavily with each breath that you took.

“Fine! I’ll be able to actually get something done! Don’t expect me to come home tonight either, I’m not gonna get yelled at because I’m trying to do my job so I can afford everything that you and Jisoo want!” He yelled right back at you, pushing himself up out of the desk chair and grabbing the rest of his things off of the desk. There had never been a time, up until now, that you had ever wanted to hit him, but your hands were twitching, your entire body was shaking. You wanted to hurt him, not because of the way he was talking to you though, it was the complete sense of disregard that he had for his own daughter. It made you physically sick.

“I don’t want you to come back tonight. I don’t want you to come back at all. But you will go tell your daughter that you’re not going to be here to celebrate her birthday with her, and you’re going to be honest and tell her that your job is once again more important than her.” You hissed, finally taking a step back before motioning to the door with your hand. “Now get the fuck out.” He didn’t move though, he was completely frozen and all of the color drained from his face.

“Fuck… Baby, listen-”

“I said get out! Go! Do your job! Leave!” You were shouting once again, and you hated that you cried when you got angry, it made you feel weak, especially when your voice would crack and break when you were trying to sound strong. He continued to stand there though, looking absolutely defeated. “Please… Just leave… It’s obvious, work will always be more important to you. It’s like deja vu.”

“That’s not true at-”

“Mommy…” Jisoos voice came from behind you, and you quickly turned around to face her, trying to force yourself to smile. She wasn’t blind though, she could see that you were crying, and she had heard you and Jisung arguing. She quickly ran to you, her little arms wrapping around your waist. “Don’t cry… It okay. We have cupcakes… I help you make them and… And you help me blow the candles.”

You nodded your head as you picked her up, holding her tightly against your chest. There was nothing more comforting than the hug of your own child, to know that they care, and even on a day that should have been all her own, she was still looking out for you.

“We’ll have lots of fun.” You agreed, your throat tightening up and almost choking off your words. “When we finish making the cupcakes and after we eat your yummy dinner, you can open your presents.” It was so hard to look, let alone sound like everything was completely fine, especially when Jisung was still standing there in front of you, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Does… Does daddy still have to do work?” Jisoo asked, glancing up at you and then looking over her shoulder at Jisung. Of course you wanted to say yes, you were absolutely livid, you wanted him out of the house at least long enough for you to have the chance to cool down, but you also didn’t want to send him away, especially if Jisoo still wanted him there. “I sorry I a bird hen, I not come in no more when you working.” With every word that she said, Jisung looked more and more ashamed, his head dropping lower and lower until you couldn’t even see his face anymore. “Please… Stay home. It my birthday… We gonna sing the song… And we eat cupcakes. That make everyone happy.”

Regardless of how you felt, how pissed off you truly were, it was Jisoos birthday, and if she wanted her father there, you weren’t going to still make him leave. Jisung knew this, and while it was a small win that his daughter still wanted him around, he also knew that he had a lot of apologizing to do, not just to Jisoo, but to you as well. “You’re not a bird hen, honey pot.” He murmured, squatting down so that he’d be eye level with her. “I’m a big ol’ dummy head and I’m sorry that I made you sad. Can I have a hug?” His arms stretched out as he asked the question, and as if he hadn’t hurt her feelings at all, she ran into his arms, almost knocking him onto his butt in the process. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna help momma make sure you have the best birthday ever, okay?”

He was really trying his best, he helped you and Jisoo decorate the cupcakes, he even attempted to help you finish making dinner. There was tension there between the two of you, words that had gone unsaid due to Jisoos perfectly timed interruption, but she was none the wiser to the feeling, she was just happy that the both of you were still there to celebrate with her. That’s what was most important anyway, making sure your daughter was happy.

“Hey honey, you wanna see something funny?” Jisung asked, and the little nickname had both you and Jisoo giving him your attention, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him at all. His finger was covered in icing that he had swiped off one of the cupcakes at the center of the table, and he was slowly creeping over to the kitchen where you were plating up dinner for the three of you. “I think momma would look super cute if her nose was bright pink, don’t you, honey?”

Jisoo was laughing already, clapping her hands together as she shouted out her agreement to his question. “Ji…” You warned, trying to retreat from him, but he was closing in fast and there wasn’t much room for escape. “Don’t do it…” You tried to sound stern, but your daughter's twinkling giggles had you cracking a smile, and before you knew it, you were cornered against the counter and Jisung whose finger was inches from your nose.

“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it off.” He whispered, winking at you playfully, and if you weren’t still harboring irritation from the way he had acted earlier, the action would have had butterflies swarming in your stomach. “Boop!” He chimed as he wiped the icing on the tip of your nose, laughing along with Jisoo now as she ran over to look at you.

“Momma look like a clown!” She said between fits of giggles, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with her and Jisung. You loved seeing your daughter happy, it had become your main goal in life, your number one priority, to make sure she was always happy, and if looking like a clown made her smile and laugh the way she was, then you’d dress up like a clown every day for her.

“She’s the prettiest clown, isn’t she?” Jisung asked, and Jisoo nodded in agreement. “But we can’t have clowns at the dinner table, can we?” And the question had your daughter giggling even louder as she shook her head no. “Grab me a paper towel real quick, honey. Let me help momma clean off the clown nose.” He watched her long enough to make sure her back was turned before he cupped your cheeks, playfully licking the icing off your nose and then pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m the biggest clown, and I’m sorry… Thank you for letting me stay… I love you so much.” It all happened extremely fast, his words being rushed out, it felt like he was going 60 miles per hour, and by the time he had finished what he had to say, Jisoo was just heading over with the paper towel sheet and your face was still scrunched up.

“Where momma nose go?” Jisoo asked as she handed Jisung the paper towel, her head tilted curiously to the side.

“I think it just fell off. It’s okay though. Momma is still pretty. I got the two prettiest girls in the world in my house, I’m a lucky guy!” Jisung cheered, and it was painfully obvious that he was doing his best to suck up to you, and it sucked that it was working so well. It was impossible to stay mad at him. That didn’t mean that you weren’t still slightly upset though. You wanted… No, you needed to talk to him.

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By the end of the night, which lasted longer than any other night, you were exhausted and the argument from earlier had practically been forgotten, at least for now. Jisoo had opened all of her presents, and, even though you and Jisung had promised her that she could play with them in the morning, she had given her best puppy dog eyes and ended up playing with each of her presents for half an hour each, and of course Jisung had gone overboard in buying her gifts.

“Are you coming to bed?” You asked, standing in the doorframe to the bedroom, looking down the hall and into the living room where Jisung was sitting in the armchair, his face hidden in his hands. “What’s wrong?” You knew he hadn’t fallen asleep that quick, he had just carried Jisoo into her bed after she had fallen asleep in the middle of her brand new toy pile.

“She’s going to remember that I yelled at her, she’s going to remember what I said to her for the rest of her life. Deep down, she’s gonna hate me… And I know that you hate me too. I hate me… I can’t believe I said that to her. I was so focused on the computer and… I flipped out on you. I didn’t even deserve to be here with either of you today after what I did… I’m a shitty father and a horrible husband.” He rubbed his hands over his face when he finally lifted his head and you could tell that he had been crying. His eyes were puffy and his nose and his cheeks were blotchy and red.

How long had these thoughts been eating away at him? You wondered if the way he had been acting earlier was actually him sucking up to you or if he was just trying to keep his mind from going to where it was right now. “Ji…” You whispered out his name, and even though you were beyond tired at this point, you couldn’t just go to bed when he was like this. He might have upset Jisoo and pissed you off, but it seemed like he was more angry at himself than both you and Jisoo combined. “Nobody hates you, I could never hate you, and neither could Jisoo. What you did today was fucked up… But I already yelled at you for it, hell, I almost kicked you out for it. But I don’t hate you. I love you too much, and so does your daughter.”

“I hurt her… I made her cry, Y/N. What kind of father am I?”

“You’re the best father a child could ever ask for.” His eyebrows lowered with confusion at your answer, his bottom lip in a seemingly permanent pout as he looked at you. “You made her cry once in her five years of being on this earth. One time, Ji. But you know what you do more than anything else? You make her laugh, you make her smile, you make her feel loved… And you do all of those things for me too. Me and Jisoo are the luckiest girls in the world because we have you.” His pout slowly started to go away, turning into a slight smile as you made your way over to where he was sitting and you dropped down onto his lap. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as he nuzzled his face against your back. “Plus, if it makes you feel any better… I’ve made her cry about ten times this week already.”

Jisungs mouth fell open in shock, the entire upper half of his body leaning over so he could look at you. “What?! What did you do to hurt my baby girl?” He asked, and you were sure that right now he was mocking the way you had yelled at him earlier, but you could also see that he was interested in the cause of you making his daughter cry.

“Whenever we go grocery shopping, she asks to go down the toy aisle to look at the toys… And then she ends up wanting everything that she sees, and I have to tell her no. So she cries, and this week especially, I told her that she’ll be getting a whole bunch of new toys, but… You know how she is.” He nodded his head understandingly. “And then… She tells me that whenever she goes shopping with you, that you get her everything she wants.” You turned your head to face him, and now he was wearing a sheepish grin, his eyes looking everywhere but at you. You laughed lightly, squishing his cheeks between your palms and pressing a kiss to his puckered lips. “Do you feel better now?” He nodded quickly, his eyes sparkling in the low light of the living room. “Good, because I’m so tired and I can’t fall asleep without you next to me. Let’s go.”

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thelovelylolly · 1 year ago

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a request for Tommy Miller coming to the rescue when readers car breaks down late at night + Tommy putting his coat around her so she doesn't get cold.

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Car Troubles

summary: your car breaks down and you know only one person who's up this late warnings: being alone in the middle of nowhere at night (not sure if that's a true warning, but might as well), pre/no outbreak, fem! reader who's described as smaller than tommy word count: 1.2k notes: tommy my love, he'd come to anyone's rescue and i love him for that (also this is so funny bc my car died on me the other day and i had to get it jumpstarted by someone else lmao)

"No, no, no!" You yelled as you hit your steering wheel.

You were able to pull your car to the side of the road right before the battery died. You groaned as you tried to turn your key, hoping the engine would turn over. Instead, you heard a wheezing sound from your engine before you stopped trying. You leaned your head against the head rest and ran through all your options.

You could try to figure things out by yourself and fix it, but it was late and you were alone on an empty road. You didn't really want to get out of your car at all, you didn't want to risk becoming a face on a missing poster. Which left you with your second option, calling someone.

You didn't know what time it was or how far you were from town, so most of your friends most likely wouldn't answer or be willing to come get you. Most meaning everyone, except for Tommy.

You quickly grabbed your phone from your purse in the passenger's seat and dialed his number. As it rang, you made sure your doors were locked and you didn't see anyone suspicious around.

"Hello?" Tommy's tired voice came from the other end.

"Hey, Tommy, it's me," you quickly answered.

"Oh, hey, sweetheart. Why are you calling me this late? Everything okay?" He asked as you heard sheets shifting around in the background.

You ignored the way his nickname for you made your cheeks warm a bit. "My car died on the side of the road. Do you think you can come get me or jumpstart my car?"

"Yeah, I'll come get you," he paused to quickly pull on some pants and a shirt before swiping his keys from his dresser, "where are you?"

"I'm a few miles from the highway, on the exit with that retro diner," you said.

"Alright, do you want to stay on the phone with me?"

"I would, but I should probably save the battery. I'll call you if it's an emergency, okay?"

"Okay, see you in a bit, sweetheart," he said before hanging up.

You sighed and put your phone back in your bag before leaning back in your seat. You wrapped your arms around yourself as a shiver ran through you. Of course the night your car decided to die was one of those rare nights in Austin when the air was brisk and windy.

You tried to ignore the slight chill slipping into your car by thinking about other things, mainly Tommy. You were happy you had a friend like him. Not only was he willing to help no matter the time of day, he was caring and funny. He was also handsome, but you'd never say it out loud. You didn't want to cross that line between friends and more, even though you two had been dancing around it for months.

Were you waiting for him to give you a sure sign he was into you? Maybe, but was that so bad? You were willing to be the one who makes the first move, you just didn't want to misread anything between you two.

However, Tommy being a gentleman and coming to your rescue late at night was making it harder not to make that first move.

You saw headlights approaching and were brought back to the present. You watched as Tommy got closer and pulled off to the side of the rode in front of your car. You quickly got out of your car and walked over to his driver's side to meet him.

"Hey," you said, crossing your arms in front of you to keep yourself warm in the brisk night air.

"Hey, you doin' alright, sweetheart?" He replied, his accent becoming heavier with his tiredness.

"I'm fine, just ready to go home, y'know?"

"Then, let's get this car fixed."

He flashed you a smile before walking over and popping your engine open. You moved to the side of your car and watched him work, his headlights being the only good source of light. Watching his hands work made you forget about the cold for a moment, but a sudden breeze caused your teeth to chatter and your hands to shake for a few seconds.

Tommy glanced up at you, worry in his eyes. "You cold?"

"Y-yeah, but I'll-"

He cut you off by standing up and taking off his jacket. He stepped closer and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. It was big on your frame, you nearly drowned in it, but you didn't care as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. The jacket smelled like him and it gave you some relief from the cold. Tommy was standing close to you, so close that if you leaned forward just a bit, your lips would meet.

You saw his eyes fall then meet yours again. He cleared his throat and stepped away, getting back to work. He found your battery before going and grabbing his jumper cables, then turned the ignition off on his car. He quickly opened his engine up and found his battery.

He then handed the cables to you to put on your battery. Once both cables were on, he turned to you and met your gaze. "Let's see if it worked."

You nodded with a smile, then rounded your car and hopped in the driver's seat. You turned your keep and the engine finally turned over. You got out of the car and quickly went over to Tommy, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug.

"Thank you!" Your words were muffled with your face buried in his neck.

He laughed as his arms wrapped tightly around you. "Anytime, sweetheart."

You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, the two of you smiling like idiots. You saw his eyes dart down again, and you took that as your sign. You leaned in slowly, a bit hesitant, too. As you just started to tilt your head to the side, Tommy closed the gap between you two. Your lips met and it made all that time dancing around your feelings worth it. His lips were soft and fit with yours perfectly as he pulled you even closer. The cold, the cars, everything went out the window and your thoughts were just him and his lips.

It only lasted a few moments, but it felt much longer. You both pulled away and slowly let each other go.

"You, uh, need anything else?" He asked, his hands holding yours for the last bit of contact.

You shook your head. "I think I'm good." Especially after kissing you, you silently add on.

"Alright, well," he finally let your hands go and took care of the cables before shutting your engines, "I'll call you tomorrow."

You two stand between your cars, not really wanting the moment to end. "Sounds good," you reply with a smile.

He quickly kissed your cheek, his lips staying close to your ear. "Talk to you then, sweetheart."

Leaving you blushing, he rounded his car and went to the driver side. You watched as he climbed in before doing the same. He pulled back out onto the road first and you followed behind him.

Maybe you should have car troubles more often.

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bluestrawberrybunny · 9 months ago

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Garth from @ask-marios-apprentice asks

I got some asks from some from some friends.

Mario: How does your Mario protect the Kingdom. Garth told me that he is not a SUPER Also congratulations on your wedding.

Peach: What is your Kingdoms government like. Is Peach doing a good job. What are relation with other nations.

Meggy: Meggy. Do you remember our mom and dad. Our biological parents I mean. I sometimes have trouble remembering who they were.

Shigeru Miyamoto: how is the Kopai doing. Does tears of the kingdom do well. We need to know if we can release it in tandem with the new switch in 2022

Ricardo (My dad): Ask if they need you also to kill the artist guy like in the universe with the mutants.

My dad was referring to how SMG4 in the @asksmg4hollowau wanted me to kill Axol because he was showing symptoms of an illness

SMG3: why would I ever want to marry that smooth brain knucklehead. I have me, eggdog, and a cafe i almost have a permit for.

Alice (The Fourth SUPER): ask what was the organized syndicate seem like in their 1950s. I want to know if their Alice stayed fully evil.

I'll see if I can find anyone else who wants to ask questions.

SMG4: Pfft. You would totally say that back then.

SMG3: Oh, shut up! ... baka...

SMG5: Ok, so... let's go question by question...

Mario: Okey dokey! Mario protects the kingdom by being Mario!

Luigi: ... he means the whole avatar thing...

Mario: That's what I said-donkey!

Luigi: Basically, the whole SMG4 crew works together for that. But Mario and I have some special abilities due to being our world's avatars.

SMG6: For the second question... um... our Peach here is... uh... we don't talk to her much after... the... um...

SMG5: Since SMG4 got possessed by a demonic keyboard in his pursuit of perfection and destroyed Peach's castle and kind of left her to rot down there for 2 years as some sort of virus mutant beast and then we snuck down there and then you got possessed by the demonic keyboard as well, and then we had to go in and save you and then we finally turned her back to normal but now she's taller and has 4 arms and white eyes and isn't exactly friendly with the crew anymore but will remain civil?

SMG6: Um... yeah... that...

Meggy: Um... no, sadly I don't remember our biological parents either. Sorry...

SMG5: What is Kopai...?

SMG6: I'll take this one, Bunny! It's doing. Although its more known as Nintendo around here. And Tears of the Kingdom is great! But... try not to... announce the title when the Queen of England dies. Yeah? Yeah.

SMG4: *wheeze*

SMG6: Wait! Controller drift! Get that shit fixed or I swear-

SMG4: Ok. That's enough out of you

SMG6: But Dad!

SMG4: Nope. Don't cus out random interdimensional Miyamotos. You can do that enough in our dimension.

SMG6: Ok...

Melony: You'd better not!

Axol: Yeah... I literally just got brought back from the dead a year ago... please don't kill me again...

SMG4: *laughing* Hey 3... wanna answer that last question?

SMG3:

SMG3: No

SMG4: Awwww... :(

SMG3: Listen, if other dimension me is asking why I'd marry SMG4 he's either lying to himself or has 0 feelings towards his SMG4, so... not answering

SMG5: SMG3 HAS HAD A CRUSH ON SMG4 SINCE BEFORE SNOWTRAPPED AND HE SAID THAT HE IS VERY IN LOVE WITH SMG4 AND WOULD DIE AND KILL FOR HIM AND THINKS HE IS ADORABLE AND ACTUALLY FINDS HIS JOKES FUNNY AND WANTS TO SQUISH HIS FACE AND KISS IT ALL DAY!

SMG3: ...

SMG5: I know. I read his diary.

SMG3: ...

SMG5: He also wants to do unspeakable and unholy things to him.

SMG3: I hope you die

SMG5: Damn. Rude.

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somber-sapphic · 2 years ago

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Date Night In

〘Day 4- Hiding an Illness〙

〘Notes- I'm not sure if I'll continue after this prompt, these haven't been doing so well and classes start tomorrow. (I don't mean for that to sound like I'm being petty or anything, I'm just not sure if I'll have time). Hope you enjoy this one though!〙

〘Summary- Date night is ruined when you get sick...or is it?〙

〘Word Count- 800〙

〘Pairing- WandaNat x Sick Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

You wrapped the cardigan a bit tighter around your shoulders, a fever chill tearing through your body. Your body had been altering between hot flashes and intense chills for the last several hours, Advil seeming to have done nothing to ease your fever.

Though you were feeling sick, you were determined to push through. Wanda had gone out of her typical routine and surprised Natasha and you with tickets to a popular movie playing in a theater only three blocks away. Her logic was that the three of you hadn’t done anything spontaneous in forever (none of you were particularly interested in spontaneity) and that you needed a night out.

Had it been a different day you would’ve probably been excited. You loved spending time with your girlfriends whenever you got the chance, especially considering that you practically never had a spare moment to go on dates. That was why it was so important for you to push this illness down and deal with it later.

With glanced in the mirror one last time, fixed your hair and took a final deep breath which turned into a bubbling cough. When the fit ended you shook your head (only serving to make yourself dizzy) and turned to leave the bathroom, swaying in your heels.

By the time you got to the bottom of the stairs where your two lovers were waiting, you were out of breath and wheezing. Your nose was running profusely, and you had your hand pressed against your face, feeling disgusting. You did your best to compose yourself quickly and smile, but they saw right through you.

Wanda’s face morphed into an expression of sadness, worry, and disappointment. One of Natasha’s eyebrows creeped up and she crossed her arms over her chest, settling into an “oh really” position. It was the position she assumed when she knew you were going to lie to you in preparation to shoot down any falsehood you told her.

“Shall we?” You rasped, wincing internally at the sound of your own voice. It was bad. The only thing that you could do was paste a smile across your face to cover it, but that clearly wasn’t doing it for them.

“No, we shall not.” Natasha sighed, rubbing a hand across her perfectly done up face. The makeup she had used was apparently excellent because everything stayed in place. Even her lipstick was still perfect.

“But—” You tried to protest, taking a few steps toward the women who were already kicking off shoes and removing overcoats. Wanda smiled softly at you as she removed the earrings you had gotten her on your second anniversary and placed them in her pocket.

“Come on my love, let’s get you into bed. We can go to the movies another night.” The brunette said, linking her arm around yours. You frowned and tried to pull away, only for Natasha to move to your other side and wrap an arm around your waist.

“It’s okay, we can watch something in bed and eat snacks if you’re feeling up to it.” She replied, walking the two of you up the stairs.

You tried to protest the whole way up to bed, promising that you were fine and that it was just a small cold. Every word fell on deaf ears as they helped you change into soft clothes and deposited you in the large bed before following suit.

Wanda let out a relaxed sigh and leaned against you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Natasha flopped down and flipped on the TV, scrolling quickly through Netflix. The woman could surf channels like no one else, her eyes flitting across the description for less than half a second before moving to the next.

“I’m fine guys.” You muttered, actively nodding off as you slouched against Wanda. The witch was comfortable, and perfectly willing to let you use her as a pillow. Nat had begun to card her fingers through your hair while searching for a movie and muttering under her breath.

The two began to bicker quietly, arguing over what to watch with you in the middle. Their sort of playful banter was amusing, and it strangely made you feel better. Now that you were laying down, you could admit to yourself that you really didn’t feel well. Listening to your girls duke it out over what to put on the TV felt normal, even when you didn’t.

You felt yourself drawn more and more into the depths of sleep as Wanda refused an action movie and Natasha made her case for the genre. When you woke up several hours later, your girlfriends both asleep at your side, you saw Jurassic Park running on the TV leading you to assume that they had decided on a marathon and that the assassin had won the debate.

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anodetoswag · 6 months ago

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Pelagic

Act III

Summary: Honesty may be the best policy but an orphan has neither the money nor the requirement to spare for such extravagance.

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Note(s): Mentions of drinking, very light swearing.

Finding yourself in a room with two strangers isn't the ideal experience in any way, shape or form. Naturally, you had tried to get yourself out of said situation. Your captors did not seem thrilled by this sort of behavior and after making the six and a quarter escape attempt, they seem to have been fed up enough to have you bound to the bars of a window at the backside of a tavern.

It reeks of piss and puke. Rats with their beady little eyes staring up at you before scurrying about behind trashcans.

After you had reached the three thousand six hundred seventy six sheep, the pair pauses their powwow and turns their attention to examine you. The blonde one, who had been dubbed Sir Egghead for the sake of the narrative, steps forward. "What's your name, kid?" Upon your silence, he looks over to his partner.

"He asked you what your name is." If intimidation was their game plan, you hope for their sake they have a backup.

You string together some gibberish that vaguely resembles a language. The two share a look; it's an uncanny, if not comical ,way the two seemed to be in sync.

Sir Egghead resolves to make another attempt. "What," he says loudly and slowly, like you're some sort of retarded being; not that you look anything short of bestial on most days. "Is. Your. Name?"

All that earns is a blank stare. So he repeats again, this time, even louder and without seemingly even realizing it ."WHAT IS--AAAHH!" A cloth wraps around his mouth and brings this circus to a standstill. So they both were Quirk Users; that explains the eccentric behavior.

Mr. Hobo fixes him with a mildly disapproving look but doesn't otherwise bat at eye. "Stop being so loud. And kid, quit whatever you're trying to pull. I heard you speak just fine a while back."

Oh well, you weren't even expecting that one to work anyway.

"What's your name?"

This time, you do answer. "Don't have one,". Mr. Hobo looks unimpressed but he can't say it was as baffling as one would think. The stench of detritus and sorry excuse of clothing; you're more racoon than a human child.

"Where do you live?"

"..."

He sighs at your reluctance to give away information before releasing Sir Egghead who had been choking somewhere in the background all this while. "I'll have to guess it's the slums. " The blonde hacks and wheezes; you look a little wary but Mr. Hobo doesn't seem put off so you think he'll live. Probably.

"We've received news about an unregistered Quirk usage incident in the area."

That single sentence puts you on edge. Something ugly swirls in the pit of your stomach that makes you feel that the consequences of drinking sewage water might be returning with vengeance. Either that or that one thing you ate off the ground was there for longer than five seconds.

"It's not me."

"I could have guessed."

Right, because you don't glow in the dark or puke quilted blankets or any of the other things they do. That's what makes them special.

Sir Egghead having recovered from attempted second degree murder seems to decide this to be prime moment to add his two cents. "Shouta, don't scare her off." He turns to you, expression a little too joyous for an interrogator. "We're part of the Street Sweepers."

This earns him another blank look but this time, you actually are lost. "You clean trash?"

"I can see where the confusion stems from but no." Leaning forward, the man lowers his atrocious looking glasses. It makes you wonder if he can even see through them. You'd just assumed he was blind. "We do a different kind of sweeping. Sweep off the bad guys." You're provided with a demonstration as he makes a sweeping motion with his hand.

Maybe it was meant to be reassuring but you're a pickpocket so it doesn't work in your favor. You refrain from mentioning that part. Besides, you'd spotted the insignia of the empire under the cloak so you had a suspicion they were either knights or officials.

"As Shouta mentioned, we're looking for a potential unregistered Quirk in the area. You seem to know your way so we were hoping you could help us out."

"I don't know anyone like that."

The two exchange a look again. You can tell they aren't convinced so you try once more.

"I know there's a prize on turning in people like that." Enough to get over six months of rations. There were posters all over the city. "Anyone in the slums would have brought a person like that to the authorities."

That seems to have concluded your trial. The pair walks over to a corner, hushed voices that you try to eavesdrop on but the chatter from the tavern's inside overpowers easily.

This leaves you to the hardest task; exercising the damned virtue of patience.

Wanted to keep on the trend of bad names with the two of them instead of coming up with something cool hence 'Street Sweepers'.

Credits to @thecutestgrotto for the first and @fanguro second divider.

Sorry about the delay for this chapter. Got a little stuck as to how to make the scene proceed.

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imaseawitch · 5 months ago

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I'm at home, sick, dripping sweat, wheezing. My husband was sick last week, but has recovered. He only had to miss two days of work, thank goodness he was sick on his normal days off. I have paid PTO and he doesn't.

The apartment complex has been sold to a new leasing company. They're making lots of repairs, including coming to fix the dripping, moldy ceiling that I had complained about to the old company many times. I hear footsteps on the ceiling now, and am expecting workers to knock soon. I have a mask by the door. The new workers I've seen are a crew of unfamilar white guys, replacing the singular Hispanic man who used to come by to fix anything when I put in requests. He never did a thorough job, but I would always wave when I saw him. Once, I got him flowers when I accidentally flooded the apartment downstairs by forgetting to turn off the water as I filled jugs for my fish tanks through a filter. I worry this new apartment complex will price us out when it comes time to renew our lease.

We had to install a new app because they're fixing the entrance and exit gates that have never worked in the years we've lived here. This app will make us safer, as smart technology always purports to do. I didn't read the whole long list of terms and conditions, but it started with "We collect your data..."

They asked for our registration expiration, but Texas just removed vehicle registration requirements. One less thing to worry about getting pulled over for. My husband took the car today. I worry about him, especially with news of ICE raids and declarations of "crisis" regarding immigration. We went to an immigration lawyer recently and they quoted us just shy of $10,000 for his case. We've been married for almost 7 years. We share a home, a car, our bills. Our hearts.

We recently spent $5000 on a new hybrid battery for Carlos, our 2013 Prius C, the smaller and more efficient Prius. Was the lithium mining for the battery better than the gas consumption? Was the investment in this car better than buying a new one? I'm still paying off my Discover card.

That's why I couldn't qualify for Care Credit when Quas, our 13 year old cat, swallowed some string and needed emergency surgery. The tension on the knots in the string as it moved through her guts knotted her up, sliced her open from the inside. We thought she would die. My baby sister, who wisely lived with mom (rent-free) for the first year of her professional career paid the bill. I'm still paying her back monetarily, but I'll never pay her back with enough love. I'll try.

A knock on the door. I grabbed my mask and croaked, "Hold on one moment please" but there was no one there. Just a package. Ah, the isopropyl alcohol. I ordered it from Amazon so I could get a gallon jug, less plastic than the smaller containers available at the store. Does the reduction in plastic offset the carbon cost of having it delivered? I hope so. I opened the package and found 4 32floz plastic bottles anyway.

I'll go back to crocheting hearts here in a moment. Gifts for coworkers and friends with Valentine's Day approaching. It's a greeting card holiday, but I love love and all things cutesy and heart shaped. I won't buy any greeting cards. I'm using old yarn that I bought years ago before I decided to stop using polyester. I'll stuff the hearts with fabric scraps and plastic grocery bags from when I forget my reusable bags, which is almost always. I try, I really do.

What will I do after that?

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anneimaginesundertale · 2 years ago

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Meet cute literally running into each other sounds very Red lmao, but only if you feel up to it of course!

By the way, I hope you’re doing well! It was wonderful to see you on my feed (dash?) again! And I hope you’re still taking time for yourself and to take care of yourself.

I hope you’re new job is still going great too!

I'm doing all right. Finding ways to keep work at work and give myself time to do stuff like this at home. One day maybe I'll even be able to answer asks in a timely manner, instead of at the end of the month.

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The repair shop wasn't in the best part of town, but it was the best shop in town. Everyone had recommended it to you, and with the repair you needed, it seemed like the only place to go. You cradled your special item to your chest with one arm and opened the door (ignoring the smudged glass and the crooked bars on the window).

Inside, the shop seemed totally empty. There was a battered counter and a few shelves that looked like they would fall to pieces if any merchandise at all was put on them. A single fluorescent light flickered weakly overhead as if each flicker might be its last. The floor felt slightly greasy under your feet. You stepped in carefully, letting the door shut behind you with a bang. "Hello?" you called. "Anybody here? The door was open..."

Maybe you'd missed a closed sign? Or a condemned sign? You clutched your item tighter and turned carefully to look at the door again.

A deep, gruff voice rang out suddenly from the depths of the shop. "I SAID YA'D BE FUCKIN' NOTHING WITHOUT ME AND I'M LEAVIN'!"

The sudden shout startled you and you turned without thought toward the source of the noise. Unfortunately, the source of the noise was barrelling toward the door. It crashed into you, knocking you both to the floor. You clutched your item even more tightly and felt it crack more in your arms.

"Oh god," your accidental attacker groaned. "I'm sorry! Shit...Are you okay?" He held out a skeletal hand to you.

You took the hand without thinking and let the short, stocky (sweaty?) skeleton help you to your feet. You didn't have the capacity to think about the fact that he was a skeleton at the moment. You were trying to catch your breath.

"I'm so sorry," the skeleton said, letting you go to wring his hands together. "Nobody's s'posed ta be in here. We're not open." He looked over his shoulder and added loudly, "The idiot who owns this place just lost his last employee!"

"Shut the fuck up!" came the response. "Get outta here before I kick your ass, Red!"

The skeleton (Red, you presumed?) gave you a shaky grin. "Gotta run. Sorry again for knockin' ya down. You better get outta here."

"I..." you managed.

"Big man's mad. You're not gonna wanna meet him. What'd you come in here for anyways?" He shifted from foot to foot as he spoke.

"I...need...a...repair..." you wheezed. You gently held out your item. "Somebody...told me this place was...the best place to take this."

Red's whole demeanor changed. When he saw what you were holding, his face softened and the lights in his sockets brightened. "I could fix that," he said. "No problem. I'll do it for free, since I knocked ya over."

"I thought you were quitting," you said.

"I am. I did."

A rumble from the back room. Red reached out and grabbed your elbow. "I did quit and we do gotta get outta here, but I can still fix that for ya. Just not here. C'mon. We gotta go before he blows!"

Before you could say anything, he pulled you out the door and began to run. You tried your best to keep up with him but you were still slightly out of breath from the initial collision. Halfway down the block you pulled out of his grasp and stopped, bending double and wheezing again.

"I can't..." you panted. "Sorry..."

Red stopped a little ahead of you and walked back. "Sorry," he said. "How 'bout this? I know a shortcut that can get us somewhere safe real fast. Ya just gotta trust me." He held out a hand to you.

You looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time since he'd knocked you over. He was short and stocky, with a round skull and pointy teeth. (One of them was gold and glinted in the afternoon sun.) He wore a worn leather jacket over a red turtleneck and black basketball shorts, and his sneakers were untied. He still looked a little sweaty and, overall, not exactly the kind of person you would normally trust. But he'd offered to fix your item, and you desperately needed it fixed, and he'd been nice to you. Other than the initial crash.

You took his hand. "I trust you," you said.

Red grinned. "Then hold on tight, and don't worry if it feels weird. It's always kinda disorienting the first time, but I gotcha."

With that, the world disappeared around you and the only thing anchoring you in the darkness was Red's hand.

#drabble #uf sans #uf sans x reader

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anextravagantliar · 3 months ago

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Magic is more familiar these days.

It is not that magic that he once felt on a mountain, the first time he felt magic, if he is honest, the last time until the moment a knife slid against his skin, and he realised, with the heat of lyrium, that this was not a fire daring to burn skin - it was magic. Magic has never been something for him; it was never a source of illusion, but now it is more and more of a source of curiosity as it prickles against his skin and reminds him of a time long past and a time still eking against the horizon, peaking out like the sun against a skyline.

Magic, he realises, was not meant for men to ignore, not to feel - but to swim in, like regret, like the memories that wait for him, like a knife that slides between a first and second rib, like a face of regret that he can still see. Yet, he's not on a snowy hill, he is not on the steps of a Chantry blown wide, he is not at a ritual, and he is in a hallway that is not exactly his - but he knows he's working on borrowed everything.

"I can't smoke," Varric admits, waving Charter off again. The other party lowers its recurved bow and slinks into the shadows of midmorning, leaving Varric with the faint and slender outline of Asha. "Something about bad lungs and humour."

Asha has always been a slight thing; without the armour and the layers, Varric is reminded he's drug a child into this - foolishly young, life untasted and yet they're here with their hands against his face, asking about the inane. "No, I fixed you up," Varric reminds, pressing a forefinger against their forehead and pushing the elf back slightly, laughing as the man does it. "You think I'd let you sleep in that? You wound me, kid...and the Inquisitor...she has plenty of knives; she'd take mine before yours." True, if given the chance and if Varric had the opportunity to rearm, he was sure it would end up in the hands of others before he could make it out an open door.

Such was the long road of life, yet the thought of fearing the old warrior in an occupation where they died young nearly bubbles up. But he is not a warrior and is unsure if he is wise, as his actions negate Varric's experience.

"I hope you like kale," Varric nearly pauses, but carries on, "And bone broth, lots of those these days."

There is the chance to move, and he nearly does, but Varric's brow furrows at the shaggy haircut; they're both a bit different, linked in odd ways, fighting in the small ways, the quiet ways that seem to be forgotten, that life is beautiful. It still works its way over the world, no matter how the story was written; it had marched to its own melody and led to an intersection point, the moment an old Viscount and a harlequin met, a moment fates ended up sealed.

Nothing was ever promised; nothing was ever designed. That thaig wasn't Varric's fate, just like how this isn't Asha's, like how a well wasn't Sidri's, and another terrible fate doesn't belong to someone unnamed.

"I'll feed you; you gotta let me go, Kid." He wiggles against the grip, stepping with a laugh as he does it. He's slow on the stairs, punctuated with a cough at one point as he has to pause midway, a hand on the bannister as stars light behind his eyes. It's only a moment, and it's less by the day. He moves, "I'm alright; you wanna eat, right?" It's a laugh, it's a wheeze, the curse of laying still for too long.

"Don't get old." Varric continues, and he makes it while it takes a moment. Steadying himself, switching the cane between hands, using it on the proper side, and taking one lumbering step after another towards the new and makeshift kitchen, "Or hurt, everyone - everyone - suddenly changes their tune."

Anxiety is a beast, devouring them from the inside out in the long quiet moments where there is no response. They hear movement, sudden and sharp, coming from two directions. Feet on stairs and bodies in the other room. The one on the stairs is faster though, advancing upon the anxious elf, and it's the second time in barely a day that Charter has had a bow drawn on them. They're a bit more in control this time, the barrier they summon more of a hemisphere rather than a thick coat-- visible as hands lift in a passive motion. Charter may not be the best archer, but shooting fish in a barrel didn't require the best of the best. Especially not when the chill of the morning finally nips at their elbows and they realize that they are significantly more bare than they were the day previous.

There is warmth though, caught in a familiar voice. Asha has enough trust in Charter not to shoot them if they look away from her, so they do. They look away and their world narrows down onto a well known face. The barrier shimmers and dissipates, scattering like shiny dust motes in the still air, as Asha closes the scant distance between them. Bare feet on cold floors and bare hands cupping smile marked cheeks. This time the gesture of pressing their forehead to Varric's is less shaky; less desperate. The need to feel the life against their skin, beating in time with Varric's heart, is still there -- sure. But it's easier now; gentler as thumbs skate over his cheekbones. "I think I did." A breath is taken slowly, brow furrowing as the familiar smell of his father was off. "A ghost who hasn't seen his pipe in a while, I take it."

They straighten from the makeshift bow, eyes flicking up to Sidri peering from the other bedroom's doorway. The gaze is broken quickly and they watch as she looks away, retreating back into the room. They'll let the comfortable lie of her needing something more to cover herself with explain it away for now. Back to Varric now, their hands drifting down to broad shoulders to squeeze at them. "You must be hating your life right now." The tone is light, easy as the morning is surprisingly bright in Minrathous, and they're side stepping the obvious. They sauté around the elephant in the room and in their heads and end in a fancy little pirouette like a well trained clown.

"So, did you make the Inquisitor steal all my knives?" They shake their head with mock disappointment, bells ringing and their shaggy hair covering where a patch has been cut far too close to their injured scalp. It's never any chance of nudity that bothers them, but being without their many reserve knives does. "And my pants? Low blow old man." The chemise that covers their chest is too light to tuck a blade into safely and dangles down over their underthings, making them look smaller than they should. That's why they like layers -- for the knives and the appearance. Still... they can only dance around the subject for too long-- even if the growl of their stomach gives them another opportunity to evade. "You should at least feed me if you're going to strip me down, jeez."

They don't let go of his shoulder, a dual connection between them both; a lifeline for both sides.

#.son of another kind ( EXTRAVAGANTROOK )#peepaw on a stairwell peepaw on a stairwell what does it mean no one knows #anyway sorry everyone i shot in this reply i loaded the thing and shot myself

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hjeojeo · 3 years ago

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sdklf i think i broke the code for my theme a bit

i’ve been staring at the html for over an hour and i think my brain’s too cooked to figure out this issue

i just wanted to take out these like...buttons that i didn’t use, but i dont know code stuff so...it just took a long time to figure out which lines of code took it out slkjdfjkld

but now when it loads to a new page or refreshes page does this weird thiing with the side bar/menue where it goes into all black mode with extra stuff in the mneu and then it loads fine...

but...at least that’s not...too bad of an issue, just visually annoying

#hjrambles #wheezes one day...I'LL FIX THIS i hope...

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 3 years ago

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Younger Gods: IV

Younger Gods Master List Dream x fem!reader

Chapter 3

Morpheus and Taliesin put their plan into action, and a storm god learns to dream.

Warnings: language, choking

A/N: First of all, this is BARELY edited, so I may come back and fix it later, but I wanted to get something posted tonight for personal reasons (that I'll discuss in a separate post). Secondly, you all continue to blow me away! I'm so happy to share this story with you, and I hope you enjoy as we slip into the next phase of the journey.

I definitely see/hear Taliesin as Michael Sheen, just in case you need a face.

The one-shot/new fic contest is complete, and the first will appear in the next few days. Super excited, so stay tuned for more details (and stories).

Chapter 4: This is an Intervention, Darling

She breathed in the endless dark, asleep but not dreaming.

Though it was kinder than the last visions she endured, it wasn’t pleasant. The hollow dark held her as she waited to wake, and the collar waited with her. Even in a space lacking all form, and barely aware as she was, the curse still whispered into place, chafing over old scars and biting into flesh gone soft. Once upon a time, she had callouses to protect the edge of her jaw, her chin, the tender places where neck and shoulder joined. But her dreaming self had no defenses, and she suffered fresh pains every time she surrendered consciousness.

She didn’t need the Nightmare King’s persecution to suffer.

Caught in the sticky dark of her subconscious, she had no idea of time. Maybe she rested a few minutes. Maybe days. The collar flexed, but it let her breathe when she kept still, and she had nothing to reach for.

It dawned on her – this might be the Nightmare King’s punishment. He’d promised kinder dreams, but she knew the shades of grey in every bargain, and this limbo fulfilled his words. With his sand locking her away from the waking world, he could leave her body to rot. She could die and stay trapped in his purgatory, wearing her collar forever.

She didn’t understand why, but her fear rushed to assure her the idea had weight. He didn’t need a good reason to punish her. Kings never needed a good reason, barely even an excuse.

The collar reacted, cinching tight until her breaths wheezed desperately through the empty nothing. Would it last forever? Would she fade alone? Could she suffer enough to satisfy them all – the dead fae king, the collar, the Endless?

If she’d learned anything, it was that she could always hurt just a little more.

“Oh, my little darling.”

The voice pressed through the shadowed fog like a touch, more sensation than sound. She felt the words and the warm voice behind them.

“How is she this far gone? Even if… she should still be eating, but she’s so thin.”

Her body gathered weight, remembered gravity, and a palm lined with musician’s callouses held her cheek. Smoke from a fire and rain on the window pulled her back to her senses, and she slowly blinked awake to find Taliesin’s bright, worried eyes anticipating her focus.

“There we are.” His thumb swept back and forth across her cheek, smoothing away the tears she’d shed in her sleep. A glittering rim of his own tears hung along his lashes, threatening to spill over, and she tried to reach out and comfort him.

But her arm was too heavy. She couldn’t move under the weight of familiar blankets piled over her.

She couldn’t even move her head, which felt impossibly dense, but she looked past her friend – to the fire she smelled and the rain she heard. She knew them. It was her cottage, the quiet home she’d abandoned after Dream’s shadow threatened to swallow her on the shores of the Dreaming.

“Home?”

“Yes.” Taliesin smiled. His voice trembled as he continued petting her, touching her like he could make everything better for everyone if he just kept holding her hand, stroking her cheek. “I used the key you gave me. You’re all safe and cwtched up on the couch. Everything’s going to be alright.”

But she’d been in the waking world. Hiding. And the Nightmare King had -

A sharp breath, she jerked the final inches to full consciousness, and jolted up. Fear made a potent stimulant.

And there he was, near the door, taller than the entrance, looking down on her with passive disdain that could flare into rage without warning.

Taliesin pushed her back down into the couch, pinning her into the cushions by the shoulders. Her hands flattened over his, trying to translate the threat with nothing but winded gasps and wide eyes. He shushed her, twisting his hands to hold hers once she stopped struggling. All the while, he kept murmuring assurances.

“He isn’t going to hurt you. No one’s going to hurt you. It’s safe. I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen. Can you hear me? Can you trust me?”

“I trust you,” she gasped. She didn’t necessarily believe him, but she trusted him.

“Good, good.” Stroking the sweaty hair off her face, he looked towards the Nightmare King. The back of the couch blocked him from view, but at Taliesin’s signal, he deigned to approach the fire.

As he stepped into the flickering light, his eyes fixed on her again, and Taliesin felt her quaking in his grip.

“He’s going to help.” Taliesin pet her hair faster, burning off nervous energy. “We’re going to get the collar off of you.”

It would be the perfect moment for the King of Dreams to contradict the bard, raise his hand, and end them both. To invite nightmares into her home or fill their lungs with his sand. But he did none of those things. When he understood she was watching for his reaction, he offered the faintest nod, something so shallow it could’ve been mistaken as a trick of the light by anyone watching less closely.

“Why?”

She couldn’t trust him until she understood his motives. Mortal, fae, or Endless, the desires of the powerful mattered most, and he wanted something to do with her, something that required keeping her alive.

She couldn’t understand what he wanted when he advanced on her in the apartment, why he forced her to relive the worst of her past. This sounded like an answer. Something she may even believe. He’d thanked her for returning Matthew, and she knew he didn’t like the collar. He’d said as much. Maybe she could finally breathe easy – while she was awake, at least – if he offered a path forward, a plan, some future with intent and goals clearly communicated and understood.

Taliesin knew the question wasn’t directed to him, and he kept his own counsel as the Nightmare King considered. But he listened very, very carefully.

Heavy drops struck the window, and the ceiling rumbled with the storm’s percussion. But the thunder remained distant, an echo of fears Taliesin soothed with hands and words and warm blankets. Dream of the Endless tilted his head, ever so slightly, listening to both woman and weather.

“The bard speaks truly.” His voice felt like the dark clouds heralding a storm. Ominous and heavy with promise, but soft. “I mean you no harm, and we have entered an agreement to end the curse’s hold over you in order to protect the Dreaming.”

Yes, she could understand. He didn’t hunt her anymore; he hunted the magic that had so insulted him. Her hand rose to her neck, happy to find a scarf, but well aware of the horrors beneath.

“Taliesin?”

“Yes.” He squeezed her hand with a watery smile. “I volunteered, and I’m staying to take care of you until this is over.” Fingers traced the back of her wrist, over the scarf. “Until you’re free.”

“Taliesin.”

“Yes?”

She felt so much, and she had nothing left to cope with the relief, which weighed even heavier than the fear. Her voice came soft and small, like the child he would always see in her. “I’m very tired.”

He laughed, and she could hear all the tears and snot he’d swallowed in his voice. “I know you are. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

It felt like her mind was slowly turning into lead. Heavy and malleable, it dragged her down into a place where only dreams and a persistent curse could find her.

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Taliesin watched her slip under, felt her hand go slack, and released a wavering sigh. How close did he come to losing her this time? Failing her? He couldn’t stomach the thought. Literally, his stomach turned and he swallowed down bile as he looked at his poor, starving rain cloud.

He sorted through his guilt with cautious hands, pulling up the blankets around her shoulders, ensuring the scarf wouldn’t strangle her if she turned – petting, and tutting, and generally making a fool of himself in front of the Dream Lord.

Well, let him look. This was his fault, too.

Matthew the raven spoke to him while his master followed Taliesin’s spell to the storm god’s hideaway. If Taliesin was a fool, he wasn’t the only one, and he at least had the good sense to acknowledge his mistakes. No wonder she’d fled. No wonder she’d snarled and clawed against sleep like her dreams were coming to kill her.

“Let her rest this time,” he said, eyes still on his friend.

“She is… weakened.”

It could almost be an admission of guilt, but only in the right context, only when held up to a waning moon in the first quarter on the seventh of June and tilted just so.

“She’s strong,” he corrected, finally looking over at the gaunt lord in the shadows. “Something is very wrong. The potion couldn’t have caused so much damage so quickly.”

Lord Morpheus straightened, and Taliesin was grateful he took the concern seriously. They’d need to trust each other to achieve their aims.

“You believe the collar is responsible.”

Even with the scarf, Taliesin could see the filigree edge of old scars above the fabric. Compared to the worst marks on her neck, they were nothing. He only noticed them because he knew where to look, what to look for, but his rain cloud couldn’t hide them all, no matter how hard she tried.

“I think it’s feeding on her.” He closed his eyes, giving his hope free reign to wrestle down his obvious faults. Punishing himself wouldn’t help his rain cloud, and she needed him. “I think it has been for a very long time.” He dropped his head. “And I didn’t even notice.”

What could she be, he wondered, without that curse? How far could she fly when a dead man’s will wasn’t choking the life from her?

The Dream Lord stepped closer, peering into the sleeping face of his raven’s savior. Taliesin couldn’t read the thoughts behind those star-bright eyes, but he practically heard them ticking over.

“If it can feast on the life of a demi-god,” he murmured, “it is indeed a threat to the Dreaming.”

“Glad to hear you’re invested in its destruction, then. So long as you’re equally invested in her preservation.”

“As I have said – ”

“You’ve made no promises and said precious little.” Taliesin stayed on his knees, embracing the position of a humble supplicant without surrendering to the king’s mercy entirely. Their tentative arrangement would only hold as long as they stayed honest. Forthright. No easy thing for a king. “You’re a monarch. I have served many, though few as seasoned as you. It is your right and your role to protect your domain, but I would remind you, Dream of the Endless, that whatever else my little storm cloud may be, she is a dreamer, and as such, she is under your protection.”

Lord Morpheus’s face shuttered, but not before a frown plucked his lips just a little lower and his brows pinched close.

Taliesin had given him something to ponder.

Finished with the king for the moment, the bard returned to his watch over the sleeping storm god, listening to the rhythm of rain on the window to ensure her dreams were easy. He had nowhere better to be, and nothing he’d rather do than keep her snug and comfortable in her world apart.

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As the storm god slept, Dream wandered the library. His eyes raked the endless shelves, looking for nothing in particular, hoping for every answer to his half-formed questions. It was not a task with which Lucienne could assist, though he hoped she could aid the bard in his quest for understanding.

Taliesin would come to the Dreaming when the girl woke, after he’d gathered information to guide their research from her next dream. The man took his vigil seriously and wouldn’t leave her side while she rested, defenseless, even in her own little realm. The bard’s words had given him pause, and though Morpheus hadn’t intended to harm the man’s rain cloud, he did make a point. And he had more interest in her future than the bard knew.

Had they cleared the crossroads?

He doubted it. Perhaps he’d pulled her back to a shared path, but he did not know where it led, and she did not stand at the crossroads alone. Some great doom still lurked ahead, and it would benefit them all if the demi-god walking the road beside him didn’t flinch at his shadow.

Matthew flapped down the aisle, falling naturally into step with his master.

“How’s the storm god?” he asked. “You find her?”

“Found and retrieved.” His eye didn’t leave the books, though his mind continued wandering. “She is in her realm with the bard. Asleep. At last.”

Matthew croaked approvingly, hopping by Morpheus’s boots. “You talk? She get it? She not scared of you now?”

If only it were so easy. She was a broken thing. The bard’s panic told him more than the starved body in his arms or the snarling storm she’d called to frighten him away. He knew the way of damaged creatures, but in the Dreaming, he could fix them – imperfect nightmares, shattered dreams. He could chase away night terrors from overwrought sleepers and ease their rest.

He’d broken things as well. He’d become the night terror and twisted the petty minds of mortals until they warped and bent to new and terrible shapes. But in this case, he had not meant the hurt he inflicted, and he must fix it to fulfil his function.

“We spoke, but we will have to see if she has conquered her fear when she next dreams.”

Clinging to a shelf a few feet ahead, the bird angled his head, like he needed a thought to tumble into a better position before he could voice it.

“Do you… want… ideas?”

“For what, Matthew?”

The bird sighed, fluttering to his next perch as Dream strolled past him, determined in his pointless search.

“For, I don’t know, starting off on the right foot? Scaring her just a little less this time?”

“Her fear is her own challenge to overcome.”

“Sure. But what about something new? The bard said she doesn’t sleep much. Always has nightmares. I get you need to study the collar, but if you throw her off with some kind of distraction first, she may let you get close enough to – you know – do that.”

Morpheus raised an eyebrow, pausing to give the bird the attention he clearly craved. “A distraction?”

“Dreams get weird sometimes. If she’s trying to understand what she’s experiencing, she’ll have a lot less bandwidth for panic.”

“It is an idea,” he said. “Perhaps.” Continuing through the library, he wondered what could distract the desperate little storm god from her fear of him.

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“Good morning.”

She woke again to Taliesin’s face, beaming without tears this time. He’d pulled up a chair beside the couch so he could keep hold of her hand without losing all feeling in his legs. An open book balanced on his knee, and a cup of tea sat on the end table at his elbow.

“Is it really morning?” The words felt gummy, and she licked her lips, cringing at the stale taste of a long sleep.

“It’s your world, so it’s any time you want it to be.”

The blankets held her down comfortably, and the couch felt better than she remembered. The beds in the hostels and bedsits must’ve been worse than she realized. Not that she used them often.

“How long was I asleep?”

Taliesin pursed his lips, glancing away to the naked beams along the ceiling, like he’d find a calendar there. “Three days, give or take.”

“Wow. Fuck.” She let go of his hand, bending up in an enormous stretch – fingers and toes splayed, every joint popping.

Taliesin patted her knee through the covers in time with his words. “You did very well, and I’m very proud of you.”

Frankly, she didn’t know what to do with his praise. Never had. She spent too long learning when one hand offered a gift, the other delivered a slap. Taliesin would never hurt her. She knew that. She held both truths in her heart, and they fought each other.

She kicked off the blankets to sit up and change the topic. But she moved too quickly, and her head spun.

“Steady.” Taliesin balanced her by the shoulders, waiting for her hand on his wrist – a gentle signal to let go. “You’ve slept, but now you need food.”

She wanted to argue purely for the sake of her dignity. He was in her home, and technically her guest, but he was bustling about, moving furniture, and fetching soup he’d made in a pot over the fire like their roles were reversed. But if sitting up made her dizzy, she didn’t want to guess how jumping to her feet would feel. He meant well. He was trustworthy. She’d settle for petulant glares.

When he returned with a bowl of broth and lifted the spoon for her, though, she drew the line.

“If you try to spoon-feed me, I will bite you.”

Taliesin grinned, returning the spoon to the bowl as ordered. “There’s my rain cloud.”

With a pillow in her lap to support the bowl, she managed to feed herself perfectly well. Taliesin hovered, ready to intervene if the bowl shifted to an angle he didn’t like, but she didn’t spill it, and she returned the empty crockery with entirely too much pride.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For?” The high, drawn-out word demanded more.

“The soup.”

“And?” He used the same tone. Now that she was fed and rested, he’d be taking his pound of flesh from her hide.

She ducked her head, muttering at her knees as she traces vague shapes in the pillow over her lap.

“Oh, you can do better than that.” He took a seat beside her on the couch, warm and solid but demanding, too.

“I should’ve… let you know…”

“That you were on the run from Lord Morpheus? That you were letting the potion kill you? That you only slept once in the three months prior to our meeting? Why, yes! You should have.”

“Sorry.” And she was sorry that she worried him, that he had to get involved. She was grateful to be breathing, too. But she couldn’t muster the right attitude to really apologize for it all. She had too much respect for her sense of self-preservation. It had kept her alive too many times before.

Taliesin shifted closer, so their shoulders pressed together, and took her hands to hold between his roughened palms. “I’m not blaming you. He’s terrifying. I am stopping you. This is an intervention, darling. You are very trustworthy with other people. You are not so trustworthy when it comes to your own needs.”

This time, she prepared to argue. She even opened her mouth. But Taliesin just lifted his eyebrows and her valiant defense of her questionable life choices evaporated. Instead, she cleared her throat, breaking eye contact like a coward. He won the round. He won the war, really.

That was okay.

No storm raged. Precious little rain fell. Only the rare tear of condensation rolled down the windowpanes, and the precipitation was easiest to see in the puddles, where tiny drops echoed out in perfect circles over the gray sky’s reflection.

She did eventually manage to stand without help, and Taliesin let her clean herself up in the cottage’s little bathroom after her three-day nap. But after that, she had to sit again. He brought more soup, and she slowly finished the second bowl, stomach uncomfortably full. It was like a stiff muscle, he explained, and she’d only reclaim full function if she was willing to suffer a little. The vague ache didn’t even count as suffering, as far as she was concerned.

Eventually, the hazy grey sky turned orange and red. Her pocket world had no cardinal directions, and the colors ringed the horizon. They watched the blue evening creep in together, tea in hand, until she felt drowsy again. When Taliesin ushered her back to the couch, she groused, “I just woke up.”

“You’re healing.”

He didn’t go back to his chair, but sat at the far end of the couch, settling pillows along his knees and hip. She wondered – with a frisson of fear up her spine – what horrible thing he thought she would need so much comfort over. But she’d missed touch, and warmth, and comfort from someone else’s arms, so she curled up with her head on his lap anyway.

As he arranged the blanket to better cover her shoulders, he said, “Lord Morpheus will meet you in your dreams this time.”

She froze, and his hand wandered up to her hair, keeping contact as he reminded her by touch of his presence. He was her sentry, a guard against anything and everything if she’d let him.

“None of us understands why the collar manifests in the Dreaming,” he continued, “but he wants it gone, and that’s good for us. For you. To be painfully blunt, he could kill you in the waking world and never worry about the damn thing slipping into your dreams ever again, but he hasn’t, and that tells me we can trust him.”

He gave her time to process, but he didn’t allow time to spiral back into mindless fear. “Do you trust my judgement, rain cloud?”

She shifted, trying to find a position that would force her heart to slow down. “Yeah.”

“I’m glad. All you have to do is sleep.”

“What if he takes me back to the grove?” Her face felt hot, and her voice sounded wet. In another minute she’d be crying into the pillow. “I can’t go through that again.”

His hand froze for a moment, but he recovered quickly, brushing away her anxieties with a level head and steady tone. “He won’t. He didn’t find what he needed there. But if he tries, tell him no.”

Snorting, she rolled over to hide her face in the back of the couch. “Like that would stop him.”

“It had better.”

Iron underlined those words, and that was the most comforting thing she’d heard all day. Taliesin would go to war over her, would face up against an Endless to keep her sane. If Taliesin wasn’t afraid of a fight, then she had nothing to worry about.

“Okay.”

He hummed. “Okay.”

After the jolt of adrenaline he’d caused, it took a while to drift off. She stared into the fire until the wavering flames hypnotized her, listening to Taliesin’s old Welsh lullabies as she tried to find her way to the gentle, heavy feeling that marked the gates of sleep. Every time she came close, the path veered, and she found herself staring into the flames again, twitching towards consciousness and Taliesin’s voice.

But, eventually, guided by fatigue, she drifted away from the warm cottage and the careful hand. The collar grew into place, and she slipped into a waiting dream.

A quarter moon peeped between the trees. The nocturnal forest shone bright as day to her sensitive eyes, and she stretched to feel her claws sink into the loam. Grey paws all but disappeared into the shadows, and her ears perked at the susurrus of wind and small animals creeping through the leaves. She’d been still for too long – in all shapes – and she pounced after the first dry leaf to tumble past. It crunched beneath her with a smell like the sleeping death of late autumn, and she lunged after another and another, batting them with abandon until a soft, red maple leaf caught on her claws.

She shook and shook her paw, but the damn thing wouldn’t come free until she ripped it away with her teeth in frustration. It did not taste as good as it smelled, and she sat up, licking her whiskers to chase away the flavor of tree.

A rumble from above startled her sideways, and she leapt on all four paws away from the sound.

Looking up, she saw an enormous cat resting in an oak with eyes brighter than the moon watching her. His gaze struck her like a car’s headlights, and she froze, the hair on her back pricking up in alarm.

“You make a clumsy cat.”

She knew the voice and the presence. When the King of Dreams leapt down from his tree, she recoiled. Her own short hiss startled her, and she cut it off with choked sound of confusion. She was a grey barn cat, and that made sense, but she was a demi-god asleep on the couch, too. As she worked through her confusion, the great cat came a step closer. She forced herself still, remembering Taliesin was with her, even if she couldn’t sense him, that he’d keep her safe and fight an Endless if he pulled the same stunt twice.

She sat, though the raised hair along her back wouldn’t fall flat again.

The Dream Lord mirrored her, peering literally down his nose, and she could tell without words that her hiss had displeased him.

At least she hadn’t run.

Yet.

“You know me, little dreamer.”

Her tail curled around her feet. “Yes.”

“And you know yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

She could hear he meant it in the bright note folded around the word, and she imagined his regular shape may even have smiled. But only a little.

He rose and turned, walking into the woods. She followed the implicit command and pattered after him, keeping low, wary of his big paws and glinting claws. Tree frogs sang around them, filling the silence with a throbbing drone. For a little while, he let her trail behind him, but when they reached a clearing, he looked back for her.

“Walk beside me,” he said. “I would speak with you.”

She moved lightly through the long grass, all silvery under the moon, and wondered that the Dream Lord’s eyes didn’t cast shadows in the dark. His strides covered much more ground than her little legs could match, and she trotted to keep up with his sedate pace. Though he towered over the weeds, they swallowed her entirely, and even though she drew even with him, she couldn’t bring herself to draw any closer to his side.

He stopped, looking out over the grass with another rumble. “Are you hiding? Shall I hunt you again, little dreamer?”

The bright note hung in his voice, but even if he was teasing, any idea of the great cat with glowing eyes springing down with claws out terrified her.

“No! No.” She slunk closer, sharing the narrow track he followed, ears pressed back, belly nearly scraping the ground. “I’m right here.”

His long tail swished behind him as he studied her, unmoving. “Do you still believe I wish to harm you?”

“I don’t pretend to know what measureless depths of pain the Endless can endure,” she said, “but if you pull me back through all that one more time, I don’t think I’d survive it.”

One mighty step closer, and she dropped flat. Even though those luminous eyes had already fixed on her, every instinct insisted she make herself smaller.

He responded by lying down, literally sinking to her level.

“I find it interesting,” he said. “You do not perceive yourself as others do.”

What did that mean? She relaxed enough to lift her head, curious. “Who?”

“Your friend Taliesin dreamed of you as a kitten. A playful little thing he tried to coax out from under the steps.”

She looked at her paws again, sinking her claws into the earth just to watch them curl out from the pads. “And this is how you see me?”

“No. This is how you’ve dreamed yourself.”

Could that be right? That couldn’t be right. She’d never seen or felt things like this when she slept before. Even when the Sandman kept the nightmares back, she rested in darkness.

“But – I don’t think I know how to – dream, I mean.”

“This is a shape I chose,” he agreed. “But once I’d drawn the shape of the dream, your own mind added the details, including your vision of yourself.”

“Oh.” She relaxed a little more, dropping her chin to her paws as she watched a firefly blink above the long grass. The frogs weren’t so loud, away from the trees, and when her ears twitched around, she was sure she could hear running water. A stream. She might even smell it. “I’ve never… dreamed like this before.”

“I know.”

Slowly, telegraphing every motion, he climbed to his feet. She stood with him, calm again and ready to continue.

“There is something I would like to try.” He turned back to the path. “Follow me.”

Instead of sauntering along like before, he bounded across the meadow, and she nearly lost sight of him before she jerked into motion.

He was right. She was a clumsy cat. Clumsy and small, but she did her best. Springing over hidden logs, pouncing up to see over the grass when he drew too far ahead, winding along the shortest routes to catch up again.

The sound of water drew nearer, and she saw the edge of the meadow, where the water had worn it into a little cliff. The Dream Lord cleared it easily, leaping over the chasm without pause. She, however, had spent most of her energy over the wide meadow, taking half a dozen steps for every one of his, and she hesitated at the brink. But she couldn’t stop herself, and she threw all of her strength into her hind legs as she left the ground.

The golden collar around her neck squeezed. She flinched midair and knew she would fall short of her goal. One paw caught the bank, scratching deep into grass and loose rock that wouldn’t hold. She slipped back, heading towards waters roaring more like a raging river than a gentle stream.

And then she wasn’t falling. Teeth gently pinched the back of her neck, just below the collar. They lifted her up and away from the danger. As she dangled from the king’s mouth, he moved a few dozen yards back from the crumbling bank. Frozen, she only squeaked when he finally set her down again.

She hunkered in a cat loaf, too embarrassed to look up at him. “Sorry. I just got tired, and then the collar – ”

“Tired? In a dream?”

She blinked, at once both human and cat – and terribly confused. “Is that not supposed to happen? Don’t people rest in dreams?”

“No. Not like this.” He hadn’t backed away after he released her, and she’d been too shaken to put space between them. Coming even closer, he looked at her neck. “Taliesin told me a theory.”

He hadn’t shared it with her before she went to sleep. It must be bad, then. “What theory?”

The King of Dreams settled back on his haunches. He looked regal. Severe. “He believes it is feeding off of you. I think I agree with him.”

The collar squeezed again, like it could hear them, and she tried to paw it off without thinking. Its revenge was swift. Brutal. Thorns pierced her fur as it pulled even tighter, strangling and bleeding her as payment for her offense.

Actual animal sounds of distress peeled through the twilight dream world, and she rolled through the weeds as she struggled to free herself, to stop the pain, to breathe properly. It was a good thing they’d moved so far from the water or she’d have tumbled in.

A rumble very different from the others – more growl than purr – thundered above her, and a massive paw settled on her ribs to force her still. She could barely keep her eyes open, and she looked frantically into the patient light of the Dream King’s gaze.

“I promised you kinder dreams, little storm god. But I’m afraid this dream is over.”

A blink, and the golden eyes disappeared.

She woke in the grey pre-dawn, the fire burned to embers, Taliesin snoring with his head thrown back on the couch.

Safe. Whole.

Just as they’d promised.

Chapter 5

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mackenzielovee · 3 years ago

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ambivalence blurb: valentine's day - rafe cameron

a/n: hi babies hopefully this went up smoothly, hope you enjoy it!! super cheesy and a little short, sorry about that. i promise i'll be back updating more frequently soon! leave me a comment, let me know what you think! xoxo

Warnings: swearing, sexual innuendoes, kissing

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"Okay, Wheezie, it's been four hours. I wore the wrong shoes," you complain, your words bouncing off the dressing room door you're attempting to yell through.

"Wait," she protests, a little too quickly for your liking. You furrow your eyebrows in suspicion as she whips open the door, wearing her own clothes. You glance at the ten hangars she'd brought in, all resting neatly on the wall. She hadn't touched one thing.

"What?" you ask her.

"There's just one more store I want to go to," she explains, "None of these fit."

The crease between your eyebrows deepens, "They're all the same size as the stuff you brought in before."

"Well, I don't like them," she tries again.

You sigh and shake your head, then usher her out of the dressing room.

"Come on," you say, "Let's hurry it up. I'm ready to go home."

She grabs the clothes from the hangar and passes you by, smirking over her shoulder as she walks up to hand the clothes to the dressing room attendant.

"You just want to see my brother," she teases.

You roll your eyes but don't say anything because you know she's right; you hadn't heard a peep from Rafe all day. Normally, when you're out and he's home, he's always texting you. You've texted him twice with updates on Wheezie's spending habits and seeing if he wants to go out to eat tonight, both of which have gone unanswered.

You check your phone again out of habit, glaring down at the empty screen. The time and the date laugh at you: 4:32 p.m. , Sunday, February 13th.

Wheezie leads you out of the store, hanging back for a second so you catch up to her, walking side by side in the mall.

"I think your brother is asleep," you grumble, checking your phone one last time before sliding it into your pocket.

Wheezie lets out an uneasy laugh, "You know Rafe. Always tired."

You glance at her out of the corner of your eye, watching her eyes dart around the stores in front of her. It almost seems as if she has no idea where she's actually headed, but attempting to make it up as the two of you walk.

You smirk, "Uh-huh. Are you going to tell me why you weren't really trying any of those clothes on in there?"

"I was just taking a texting break. You would have too, if Rafe was responding."

You shake your head and let out a scoff, pushing her shoulder lightly as she laughs. She spots a store off to your left and her eyes light up with something similar to relief.

"There!" she cheers, "Come on."

Forty-five minutes later, you're dragging Wheezie to the car and asking if she wants to get food on the way home. She shakes her head, checking her phone and then sighing in relief when she reads whatever text had just come through.

"What is it?" you ask, leaning over in attempt to read it.

"Nothing," she says, angling it back from you, "Just ready to go home."

"Ouch," you joke, but you couldn't agree more.

Your phone goes off a second later, and you ignore Wheezie snickering when you lunge for it. Feeling like a smoker getting their fix, you sigh in content when you see Rafe's name on the screen.

Sorry, baby. Just saw these. I'm at your house. Hurry and drop Wheeze off.

You glare at the message, no indication that he was napping and didn't mean to ignore you. You wonder what the hell he's doing at your house; probably yard work for your dad to try and kiss up.

If I come home to a freshly mowed lawn, Cameron...

Wheezie's waiting on you, so you prepare to lock your phone and start driving, but you stop when you already see the bubble that Rafe's typing. You shoot her a glance, but she's too wrapped up in her phone to notice.

Relax. I'm kicking Scott's ass in Madden.

Mowed the yard hours ago.

Hurry.

But drive safe. Love you.

You shake your head at him and then place your phone down in your lap, shifting the car into drive and setting off to the Cameron residence. Your stomach growls as you drive, and you ask Wheezie if she wants to drive-thru somewhere and get a bite to eat. She says no, very aggressively, and says that you should get home, using the excuse that she's sure Rafe ordered a pizza or something.

When you drop her off, she's quick to climb out of the car and offers up a have fun, and when you question her, her neck grows red. You frown when she laughs uneasily and then shuts the car door, hurrying inside with her phone already tucked against her ear.

Shaking your head, you drive home, wondering what the hell could be waiting for you there. You listen to Rafe's playlist on your way home as you daydream, getting more and more excited to see your boyfriend with every mile. With a quick glance at the clock, you realize it's been nearly twenty-four hours since you'd seen him. Yet, it felt like forever.

When you pull up in the driveway, you take note of how nice the yard looks. Not only had Rafe mowed, he'd laid fresh mulch around the plants and flowers, and also meticulously removed every single weed from every section. You know your father is thrilled, and you just shake your head at your sweet boyfriend so willing to do anything.

You pull open the front door and immediately take note of the silence, which makes you furrow your eyebrows. You thought you'd hear the TV, the boys laughing or arguing with each other, anything other than deafening silence.

"Scott?" you call out, then add, "Rafe?"

"Kitchen," Scott yells back.

You follow his voice, your purse hanging off your shoulder and your singular shopping bag dangling from your wrist. You expect Rafe to be in the kitchen as well, so you frown when you only see your brother. Scott his tucking his jacket on over his shirt when your eyes meet his.

"Hey," he greets, "I'm heading out. Mom and Dad are at the Club."

You just stare at him, expression blank. You peak into the living room, but Rafe's not there, either.

"Okay," you reply cautiously.

Scott chuckles, "Can't even chat for one second without worrying about him, huh?"

Your frown only deepens as you take a step toward him to see if he's genuinely offended, but he looks down at the counter to pick up his keys and phone.

"Scott-"

"Joking, Y/N," he grunts, "He's out back. Waiting on you."

You glance to the back door as if it were possible to see through it; the desire to lay your eyes on his blue ones and hug him tight overwhelming every thought in your head.

"Thanks," you say, setting your purse and bag down on the counter. already stepping toward the back door.

"Y/N," Scott calls.

You groan as you turn around, eyes narrowing at him.

"Could you guys not do whatever it is you do on surfaces that I have to use at some point?"

His smirk is mischievous but his gaze is serious. You just shake your head and turn away from him, taking a few steps toward the door. Suddenly, you freeze. What on earth made Scott say that, you're not sure. But everything clicks for you right then.

Wheezie stalling you at the mall.

Rafe being at your house when you come home.

Your parents and Scott vacating the house.

You turn back around to Scott, watching his smirk grow before he turns around and walks out of the kitchen without another word. You puff out your cheeks and run your hand through your hair, trying to run over a mental checklist of what you should do before you go find him for whatever the hell this is about. Without a second thought, you rush up the stairs and into your room, changing quickly into Rafe's favorite black lingerie set and patting your already coated blush brush over your cheeks, then brush your teeth.

Yes, it's been months. Yes, Rafe would kiss you and love you regardless of the underwear you're wearing or what you taste like right then. Some part of you just feels like, whatever this is, he's put thought into it. Rafe always does. The least you can do is take five minutes to try and make things a little better for him.

You rush back down the stairs and open the back door with a deep breath; not nervous, but anxious to see what this is all about. You step out onto the patio, looking at the string lights hung from the trees in your backyard, ones that weren't there when you left earlier. The pool lights are on, set to purple, which you'd told him was your favorite.

With another step forward you see Rafe, sitting on a blanket with his legs dangled over the side of the pool. The same spot he used to sit in with you after dinners. Your eyes brush over the bouquet of roses, a bottle of wine, and food options on the blanket with him, but you hurry out to him before you can get a better look.

He turns and smiles when he hears the door open, then pulls his feet out of the water and stands. On his way up, he grabs the roses from the blanket, holding them up to his chest.

"Hi, baby," he greets shyly, "How was your day?"

Your heart melts in your chest at his sweetness, giving him a smile as you walk toward him.

"Good. Missed you," you tell him.

He grins and moves the roses away from his chest to pull you into him, wrapping one arm around you to hold you close. You cuddle into his chest and breathe him in, angling your head up to plant a kiss on his throat. He hums at the action, pressing a kiss into your hair.

"Missed you, too," he says quietly.

"What is all this?" you ask, pulling back only slightly so you can see his face.

"Well," he smiles at you, his grin making your heart stop momentarily, "I was hoping to ask you something."

"Oh, yeah?" you tease him.

You look around the pool, finding that Rafe lit candles and laid them out around the length of the pool. Between the string lights, the candles, and him, you can feel your heart physically growing in your chest.

"Mhm," he hums, smile pulling wider on his lips, "Be my valentine."

You grin wide, "Is that a question or a demand?"

He cocks his head from one side to another as if he's considering the question, his smile transforming into a smirk.

"More of a suggestion, I guess," he says.

You bite your lip to hide your wide smile, then nod your head slowly. The grip he has on your waist tightens and he tucks you in closer, smiling impossibly wider.

"Okay," you agree, "Only because you brought wine."

"I knew the wine was gonna make or break this whole thing," he teases.

You giggle, standing on your tip-toes and pressing a kiss to his lips. He kisses you back immediately, almost dropping the flowers in his hand just to hold you against him for as long as he possibly can. When you pull back, he holds the bouquet between the two of you.

"For you," he says.

You laugh and accept them, giving him another cheesy smile and kiss.

"Thank you," you whisper against his lips.

You pull him down to sit, ready to fully admire and praise what he has done for you. He pulls you close to him, both of you dipping your feet into the pool the same way you've done together so many times. He leans back on his elbow and pours two glasses of wine, handing one off to you with a kiss to your cheek.

"So, this is what you were doing all afternoon," you say before you take a sip.

He bites down a smile, "Well, I did mow the lawn, too."

"I noticed," you say, reaching for his hand, "It looks great. It always does."

He squeezes your hand, watching you smile up at him.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he whispers.

You take another sip of your wine and then scoot closer, feeling him untangle your fingers and wrapping his arm around you instead.

"Rafe," you say quietly, and when he looks down at you, you continue, "This is... I mean, it's so-"

"We can definitely go out somewhere, if you'd prefer. I know it's, like, weird having our first Valentine's Day in your backyard or whatever, but I just thought, y'know, this is where we held hands for the first time, it's where you kissed me for the first time, so-"

"Rafe," you repeat, laughing lightly, reaching up and stroking his cheek with your fingertips, "I don't want anything else. This is so perfect. You did it for me, I mean, how could it not be?"

"Are you sure?" he asks, hesitance written all over his face.

You smile and shake your head at him, then grab ahold of his chin with your free hand and kiss your answer into him. He accepts it and even moves to deepen it, but you pull back before he can. He groans, which quickly transforms to a smile when he sees the one on your lips.

"I'm sure," you confirm, "I love you."

"I love you, too," he smiles, "Always have and always will."

His arm returns around you as you lay your head down on his shoulder, splaying your fingers out on his knee. He presses a kiss into your hair, his heart beating fast in his chest regardless of the fact that you two have been together for months.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you whisper.

"Please do."

You chuckle and say, "I used to wear cute sets underneath my dresses for Thursday dinners after we held hands out here."

Rafe's shoulders freeze; his breath momentarily stopped as he pictures you picking out cute lingerie just because you'd be seeing him for the evening. You smirk, shifting ever so slightly so you can look up and see his facial expression. He's staring out at the water, lips slightly parted as he processes.

"Are you-" he stops to clear his throat, "Are you serious?"

"I am," you grin.

He exhales, a sort of groan heard from the back of his throat at the confirmation. Rafe sets his wine glass down and you do the same, knowing this is leading somewhere. You sit up and he pulls his arm out from around you, smirking down at you as he turns closer.

"Well, that's good to know. I'm glad I didn't know that then, because I would've been a lot less of a gentleman," he grins.

You playfully roll your eyes, but before you can come up with a response, he pulls his arm around the front of you and guides you to lay down on your back, using his other hand to push containers of food back to give you more room.

"What if I'm hungry?" you tease him.

He smirks and shakes his head, "Just a minute. I'm testing a theory."

"Oh?" you question, smiling, "What would that be?"

"Well," he speaks innocently, although his hand trailing its way down your body is anything but, "If you picked out lingerie for me then, well, who knows what I'm going to find..."

He trails off when his hand slips under your shirt, slowly and playfully guiding it up, up, up until his favorite black set becomes visible to him.

"Here," he finishes his sentence, but the word comes out more breathy and weak than his others.

You giggle as you watch him lick his lips; the fact that he's seen you in this many times still never deters him from drinking you in every time he does. You quickly tell yourself you're so glad you went upstairs before coming outside.

"Jesus," he mutters.

"You're such a boy," you tease him.

He laughs and playfully rolls his eyes, then allows his hand to escape the warmth of your skin to slide down to the button on your shorts. He swallows visibly, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and then undoes them.

"Maybe we should eat before this part," he says. His voice tells you he really doesn't want that.

You run a hand across his cheek, feeling his freshly shaved skin and loving knowing he did that for you.

"I haven't seen you all day," you argue, "Rather do this."

He nods slightly and then leans down, allowing your lips to meet his. He's slow and passionate at first, then becomes more urgent as your permission sinks in. His hands crawl back up your shirt and snake behind your back, pulling you up again. You make room for yourself in his lap, straddling him at the edge of the pool the same way you have a million times.

"This looks familiar," he grins when you pull away.

You laugh and kiss him again, impossibly slow, "I love you."

"I love you, too, sweetheart. Happy Valentine's Day."

When you look down at him, feeling his strong arms around you, holding you, and the pool lights reflecting off of his blue eyes, you know nothing will ever compare to this. To him.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Rafe."

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His eyes burned with his tears, stinging the corners and staining his glasses as he held Alastor in his grasp the best he could. He didn't want to let go. He was so afraid if he moved or let one arm free, he would hear or witness something more terrifying. Losing him again, maybe. Waiting patiently each day and standing by his side when his breathing came back with pained wheezes and intakes, hearing him gasp and struggle. A part of him wanted to make him better to some capacity, but he didn't know how.

But yet, somehow, his sobs grew quiet for a moment, only intaking shaken, broken breaths. He finally broke down the inner wall that held his emotions for so many years, and it brought on the wave of feelings that he kept frozen in the back of his mind. Everything he felt, everything he hated about what he had done and created in his time as the Ice King, the things he said, all of it. The regrets plagued his mind the more he held onto Alastor, wishing he did better.

The memory of finding GOLB in its realm, hoping to see Betty again, flashed in his mind. He recalled their first meeting, and remembered how he had tried and tried to fix what she had done. But even he knew now that there was no turning back. He was just so afraid that Alastor would sacrifice himself again for Simon. He didn't want that.

He felt the claws press against his back, holding him in turn as he hugged Alastor, eyes peeking open from his glasses. He was holding him... even in his moment of begging. He always took it a step further to be there by his side, didn't he?

"...I was so afraid," he muttered, voice coated with shivering. "That... you would do what... Betty had done. Sacrificing yourself for me... so many others have done it. I wish I... did something else for you in return. But I don't want you to do that again. Please... even if it's... the end of the world. Don't disappear, but take me with you instead."

He smiled, face held against his fur, "...maybe then, I'll be able to do something for you that way. I've seen everyone else get themselves hurt for me, or... because of me. I... don't want you to do that."

✦ ───── The amount of crying and affection was...not distressing, that was the wrong word. Concerning? Worrying? There was a painful wrenching in his chest. Oh, that was heartache, wasn't it? It had been so long...

《 ...oh, Simon...don't cry... 》

Everything hurt, but it didn't stop Alastor from raising his head and moving his other front leg as such to keep himself braced up. In spite of his head being heavy and unbalanced due to the missing antler, he gently bumped his forehead against Simon's to return the gesture; he wanted to show that he could move, that he was alright, anything to ease the poor man's anxieties. His front legs shifted and shaped themselves into furred, clawed arms, the one that Simon had in his trembling grasp moving to rest his hand at the small of Simon's back. His touch is careful, perhaps a little weak, but it's there and it's keeping him close.

He wanted nothing more in that moment to hold him properly; the last time someone had cried like this in his presence, that was what he'd done to calm them. It was natural, normal even, for someone to comfort a person they felt care for. But changing shape, which under normal circumstances would have been as fluid and as simple as taking a step or a breath, was agonizing. An effect of so many angel blades having riddled his back with wounds, perhaps?

SPEAKING was difficult.

《 ...thank you. 》

#diistortion #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶)#✨{𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤‚ 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔫 & 𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯}#✨{𝔳; 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢}#🐺 * 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 : in character #🐺 * 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : angst

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raggaraddy · 4 years ago

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Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh.

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n. I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

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poguestvff · 4 years ago

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LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #wheezie cameron #wheezie cameron x reader #rafe cameron #sarah cameron

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