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gripefroot · 6 months

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hi!! i saw that your requests are open, but i've never sent a request before so if i'm a clown and misunderstanding how this works just uhh block me lmao

i like the sensory prompts "the residual fear and anxiety of waking up from a nightmare" and "the muffled sounds you hear when you're underwater," and vegebul!

godspeed 🙏

Something about Bulma sleeping made him want to stay in bed.

He needed far less sleep than her, it was true. And he had far better things to do than linger: a part of him urged him to train and train and train, as it always had, and always would. But training was much the same, day in and day out, apart from occasional breakthroughs. Watching Bulma sleep, however, was always different.

Sometimes she slumped over at her desk, halfway through a mathematical equation or still clutching a wrench. Sometimes she passed out cold sitting up on the couch while a movie played in front of her. Sometimes she nodded off during a car rid, head bobbing until he relented and scooted over so her head could rest on his shoulder. For no other reason than to preserve her hard head from cracking the window of the car and getting blamed for it. No other reason at all.

But at night, when the world slept, Bulma didn’t fade quietly between one task and the next. She fussed. She tossed and turned and sighed and often made comments he could never tell if he was expected to respond or not. She rubbed her eyes and pulled the blankets up and then kicked them back down and took off her socks and rebraided her hair and then, two hours later, she drifted off.

Vegeta hated it.

Why did she have to be so busy? And when she was supposed to rest, nonetheless? He might sleep better if she wasn’t so loud and annoying. He’d sleep better in his own bedroom, but he hadn’t had the heart to retreat. Not when she was sprawled out and he was pushed to the edge, and her hair had fallen out of her braid to strew over her pillow and her shoulder rose and fell. Her pajamas—if they could be given the dignity of being called clothing—twisted and rode up her body, exposing all his favorite bits and hollows of her.

That was why he stayed. It suited his ego better than to settle on any other reason.

He’d never met anyone who slept like her. No soldier would expose their back in such a way; to sleep without armor or really, any decent clothing at all, and no weapon anywhere within reach. Bulma, naturally, needed no weapon. Vegeta was enough of one. He could guard her against anything.

Rolling onto his side, he nudged her leg out of his space. She mumbled something incoherent. He looped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest.

If he wasn’t going to train…if he wasn’t going to seek restful sleep in his own space…he may as well take advantage of it.

Her hair tickled his nose. Against his will, his eyes closed.

If he hadn’t been holding her, he wouldn’t have noticed when she started to tremble. He felt it long before he opened his eyes, thinking she was cold. His body heat would take care of that soon enough. But it didn’t stop, her limbs twitching at odd times in odd directions before the tiniest moan filled the room louder than a blast.

Vegeta’s eyes flew open, his arm tensing around her waist.

“Bulma?” His voice was jagged. From being startled, not from fear. Not because he’d never seen her so pale, nor sweat break out at her hairline. Her brows were pinched together, shoulders curved inwards as if to protect herself. Vegeta hoisted himself onto his fist, staring at her expression.

What was—was it a nightmare? That couldn’t be right. She was no soldier. She’d participated in no wars, leveled no weapons at villages where babies were rocked to sleep. Was she sick? Yes, she must be sick. It was logical: the season was turning, and humans often got ill when the weather cooled.

“Bulma,” he tried again, shaking her shoulder. “You need medicine. Go get medicine.”

She cried out again, face burying in her pillow before she startled awake with a gasp. Sudden flying limbs sent Vegeta jumping back out of her small range, not wanting an accidental black eye. Bulma scrambled around, breaths coming in short puffs as she grabbed at the blankets, at her shirt, at anything. Disoriented. She’d come ‘round in a minute.

“Do you have a fever?” Vegeta asked.

She whirled around, eyes too-bright and blinking rapidly at his face. He waited, cross-legged at the end of her bed.

“V—vegeta?”

“Who else would I be?” he snapped. “Do you need medicine or not?”

She hadn’t come around. By the glazed look in her teal eyes, she was miles away. No, further than that. A pit gnawed in his stomach at the fear that made her bottom lip tremble, at the way she pulled the blankets up to her chest, trying to kick herself away from him but only hitting the headboard.

Lightyears away.

Vegeta closed his eyes briefly, and sighed.

He couldn’t guard her against himself.

“You’re not on Namek,” he said roughly, opening his eyes again. He wanted to scowl, but didn’t, forcing himself to at least look neutral as he tried to bring her to the present. “You’re on Earth, Bulma. You’re safe.”

Safe was, of course, always relative. And she might be terrified of him from whatever nightmare she’d been having, but he wouldn’t hurt her.

He could have. He might have. But he hadn’t.

It was a feeble excuse to offer, but it was the only one he had. No excuses for his past and few apologies. Bulma had rightfully been terrified of him on Namek, as she’d once laughingly told him. When Vegeta had asked if she was still scared of him, she’d joked that she couldn’t be frightened of someone as secretly soft and sweet as he was. He’d hated that answer.

He hated it because he wished it were true, and not just her affection for him coloring her opinion.

Each of Bulma’s breaths lifted and lowered her chest. Hair stuck to her damp face, her bare legs extended. Vegeta might have approached her, if he weren’t the object of her nightmare. Touched her to calm her, give her one more verbal reassurances before his patience wore out.

“I’m…this isn’t Namek.” Bulma’s voice was a thin warble. He didn’t like it. He’d take her shouting at him over this weakness.

“No,” Vegeta said.

“You’re…not here to kill me.”

Kill her? He’d rather kill himself.

“No,” he said again. The word cracked when it came out.

“No,” Bulma said. The glossiness was leaving her eyes, focusing on him. “You wouldn’t. You love me.”

Vegeta’s mouth fell open.

“Oh…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, apparently utterly unmoved by the damning accusation she’d just uttered. “That was a bad one. I haven’t had a nightmare of Namek for months. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t sleeping,” Vegeta snapped. “And I don’t love you.”

Bulma’s lips twitched. And when she lowered her hand she looked on the verge of a giggle. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. Vegeta’s weight held on his fists on the bedspread, ready to jump right out of bed and leave. This was ridiculous.

“Well, I love you,” she said. She sounded more himself, so he tried not to be bothered by the turn of the conversation. “Thank you for waking me up. And not leaving.”

“I’ll go.” Vegeta swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“No!” Her hand seized his arm, pulling him back with fragile strength. He could break away, but her touch was a thousand gossamer threads, tying them together. He sucked in a breath.

“You had a nightmare about me,” he said. He didn’t look over his shoulder, didn’t meet her eyes.

“No,” Bulma said. “It was…it was about hanging on a cliff and my hands slipping. And then f—falling. Falling forever.” Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his forearm.

“You don’t need to fear that,” Vegeta said in a harsh voice. “If you found yourself in such a situation in the future, I would catch you.”

It was quiet for a moment. Then, “I know. Please stay.”

If he left, he could sleep somewhere else. If he left, he wouldn’t have to see that look on her face again; the one where she’d still thought he would kill her. If he left, he wouldn’t have to keep lying through his teeth.

“I have to leave early to train,” he said.

Bulma’s grip softened. “I won’t wake you up again.”

“You’re a menace to sleep beside.” But with a grunt Vegeta relented, anyway. Her eyes were magnified; by the late hour or the blue nightlight on the wall. She wasted no time pulling him into her arms, where he went with only a single growl of protest. Her leg hooked over his and the top of her head was snug beneath his chin. Until she tilted her head back to kiss the underside of his jaw.

“Stop that.” Vegeta pushed her head back into place. “Go to sleep.”

“If you’re getting up early…we may as well now.”

“I don’t understand you,” he said. “You wake up thinking I’m here to kill you and then you wish for me to make love to you?” She was already squished against his chest, by her own strength and his holding her around her shoulders. Not even a spiderweb could pass between their bodies. Vegeta would have liked to remain aloof, but the suppleness of her body and the way her cheek nuzzled his chest made his blood surge.

“It would be a good reminder,” Bulma chirped.

“Reminder of what?”

“That time has passed…we’re not on Namek anymore…” She sighed, trying to scoot closer. Which was, of course, impossible. “I no longer think you’d cart me off to a distant planet to have your way with me.”

Vegeta rested his cheek against the top of her head. Because it was there. No other reason. “Then you don’t know me as well as you think,” he said. Because few things sounded more enticing than him and Bulma and an empty planet right about then. Her parents had a tendency to…interrupt.

“Well,” Bulma said after a moment. “Fine. You could still do that. But I��d be happy about it.”

He wanted to smile. But she’d feel his face move and she couldn’t know that she amused him.

Maybe she already knew. How awful.

“Go to sleep,” Vegeta said again, for what felt like the tenth time. “If you truly want, I’ll delay my training in the morning.”

Her tiny ‘yay’ made him want to smile again. So he frowned instead.

“Vegeta,” Bulma said a while later, when her voice was thick was bleariness and he’d tracked her heartbeats until they were slow and even again. For no other reason than to make sure she wouldn’t have another nightmare and inconvenience him again. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

“Say what?”

But she didn’t respond. Fast asleep.

Annoying of her, wasn’t it? To drop off without explanation? Because now he wouldn’t get his answer and likely by morning she’d forget what she’d been about to say.

Not for any other reason. Not because he liked talking with her, or listening to her. Not because while she was asleep, he couldn’t protect her from her own imagination. And certainly not because he loved her.

#vegebul #dbz fanfic #bulma x vegeta #drabble requests

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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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You always come and get me (Part 2)

Created: 22.07.2022

Finished: 05.08.2022

Edited: 25.09.2023

Age: 3

Word count: 3,083

Warnings: Guns, Blood, Death, Violence, Illness, Knives

Request: No

AU: Mafia

Part 1

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*One week later*

Natasha sighed as she looked at the thermometer in her hand.

"What is it saying, Nat?" Clint, her best friend, asked concerned

"She has a fever." Natasha explained, turning her attention back to you "Don't worry, angel. Mama will take care of you and you'll be better in no time." She smiled before kissing your forehead

The soft contact of her lips with your forehead only made her frown deeper feeling how much you were burning up.

"Mama... Head hurts." You cried while you slightly shivered

"I know, baby. Mama has already given you something to make it better." Natasha stroked your head "Why don't you try and take a nap for Mama? I promise that when you'll wake up, you'll feel a lot better."

Your tiny body only had enough energy left to nod then you closed your eyes and instantly fell asleep.

Natasha looked at you with tears in her eyes.

She hates so much to see you in pain and not be able to take it all away in an instant. All she wants is for you to be healthy, happy, and safe.

"Mama will be here to take care of you, baby. I promise I won't leave your side." The woman whispered as she put a wet cloth on your forehead that Clint handed to her

She looked around to room and saw 3 of her most trusted men and close friends waiting for orders from her. Clint, Steve, and Bucky decided to stay up the entire night if needed to help your mama take care of you.

—

Clint approached Natasha and put his hand on her shoulder "Don't worry, Nat. She'll get better really quickly. Kids get sick all the time. Trust me. I have three." He smiled slightly and squeezed her shoulder as a way to reassure the concerned mother that everything would be okay

Natasha only nodded and looked back at you "I think she was so scared after everything that happened last week that she got sick. My poor little baby..."

"We won't let that happen again." Steve declared

"I hope so." She sighed "Thank you, Steve."

Steve nodded and took his place back next to Bucky, guarding the door.

—

About 15 minutes of silence later, a knock on the door was heard all across the room.

"Who's there?" Bucky asked in a deep and scary voice

"Stark..." Tony shouted with a bored voice from the other side of the door, the fact that he rolled his eyes at the same time as he answered was very evident even without seeing his face

Natasha nodded at Bucky and the man opened the door, allowing Tony to enter.

"What is so important that couldn't wait till my daughter was feeling better, Stark?" Natasha looked at Tony but remained seated on your bed next to you

Tony held up some files "I need you to sign some papers for me, Romanoff. No need to be like this."

Natasha took the files from Tony and started reading them before signing "And what am I like, Stark?" She asked absentmindedly while signing the papers

"Just so worried about your kid." Tony chuckled "We have important businesses and yet you let everything aside for a child. You have to focus on your work more. Why is she so important to you anyway?! You can always just go around and have more kids."

Natasha closed the file in her hand with a loud and scary bang, making Tony take a step backward as he realized that he accidentally just summoned the Devil itself.

"What did you just say, Stark?" Natasha spitted out as she got angrier and angrier with each passing second

"That you can always go around, have fun, and make another kid if this one dies." Tony was starting to lose confidence with every word he said "It's not like right now you know who's your baby's daddy. Really? Which one of them is?" He pointed in between Bucky and Steve "The guy with a metal arm or the guy that seems to never age but it's older than all of us?"

Natasha gestured for Clint to take her place as she put the files from her lap to her side and got up.

Clint happily complained and took your mother's place.

"Steve? James?" Natasha pointed her head towards Tony

In a blink of an eye, both Bucky and Steve were holding Tony in place, each by one arm.

"One, it's none of your business who is the father of my daughter. She doesn't need one." Natasha took out a knife from her back pocket and pointed it at Tony "And two, do you really want to know why this child is so important to me?"

Tony nodded scared, eyes fixed on the knife that was closely pointed to his neck.

Natasha looked him in the eyes "Then let me tell you a little story that happened a long time ago."

~~~~~

January 6, 1993

Natasha had just turned 8 years old a month ago and her life was as normal and happy as it could be.

Little Natasha was happy. She had two loving parents who provided her with everything she could need or wanted. She had a few friends and nothing could have prepared her for what was about to happen.

—

"Mama, where are we going?" Little Natasha asked her mother as she got inside their car

"We're going on a little trip, my love." Her mother smiled at her but the panic in her voice was evident "Papa had some problems at work and we need to move with him to another place for a short time but we'll come back."

Natasha nodded as she got comfortable in the backseat.

"Ivan, hurry up. I think I can see them." Her mother looked outside the window of the car with fear written all over her face

Ivan, her father, was quick in driving away and leading them as far as he could from their home.

He was a well-known doctor and scientist and before he married Natasha's mom, he worked for one of the most dangerous gangs there was. But he escaped, formed a family, and lived a normal life.

But now the people he worked for found him and wanted him dead.

—

"My dear Natalia, don't worry. We are just going to have a family vacation. There is nothing to worry about." Ivan reassured his daughter

But before Natasha had time to answer her dad, Ivan was forced to hit the brakes, and the only thing she remembers it's her being dragged out of the car while her mother screamed at someone to let her daughter go.

Natasha was thrown in the snow, in a small and dark alley.

Her mom was fast in helping Natasha up and hugging her tight "You're okay, my baby. We'll get out of this."

Natasha looked around them only to see armed men surrounding her and her parents.

"Ivan Romanova, our boss says 'hello'." One of the men stepped forward

He was a tall man, muscular and the big scar that went all across his face made little Natasha hide her face in her mom's chest.

"If your boss was so brave as he thinks he is, he would have been here. But instead, he's hiding like a coward and sent his monkeys to do the job." Ivan almost shouted, but deep inside, he was scared for his wife's and daughter's lives

"Don't worry, doctor. He'll be here in a few minutes. The snow it's responsible for his late arrival but he will be here." The same man as before explained

On cue, a long black car pulled up next to them on the road.

One of the men rushed and opened the door for another older man.

—

Natasha will never be able to ever forget his face. That face was going to haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life.

"General Dreykov." The scary man with the scar announced as he bowed in front of the other man

Dreykov was at that time not exactly an old man but he did look to be in his early 50s, his short dark brown hair was hard to be seen under all the grey hairs that were showing, the white snow and the darkness of the night. He was a short man indeed and little Natasha thought that even her mother was taller than that man that had a robust body construction.

Ah! And the glasses. Let's not forget the glasses.

The glasses had a black frame that matched the clothes he was wearing.

—

Natasha shivered, but she wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of the look Dreykov gave her when he laid eyes on her.

"Doctor Romanova." Dreykov laughed "It's great to see you again. I see you had built a beautiful family in the time we were apart."

Dreykov looked at Natasha from head to toe with a smirk on his face then proceeded to do the same with her mom.

Natasha was pushed by her mother behind her so she wouldn't be in sight.

"It's okay, my little Natty." Her mom whispered as she stroked Natasha's long red hair with one hand "It will be okay."

"My wife and daughter have nothing to do with the problems that we have. Let them go!" Ivan firmly told Dreykov

"Oh, dear Ivan. For the smartest scientist there is, you're quite dumb." Dreykov laughed before his face turned emotionless "You really thought you could run away from me, start a new life, and have a family without any consequences? I'm going to make you pay through them."

"No!" Ivan shouted "They are innocent. My daughter, it's still very little and my wife had no idea I worked for you. I wasn't proud of my past as your main scientist who did all of the work for your sick experiments. You're crazy! And you're obsessed with girls. The little ones especially. This is an illness and you should go get help!"

Dreykov was not looking offended at all by Ivan's words. It was exactly the opposite. He found it funny.

"I came here to offer you a deal, Ivan. Come work for me again and your family lives." Dreykov proposed

"Never! You're a monster!" Ivan yelled

"Kill the girl." Dreykov pointed to Natasha

It all happened too fast for any of them to understand what was happening.

Natasha only remembers her mom's scream and a gunshot. Next thing she knows, her mother is lying on the ground with blood surrounding her and a hole in her chest.

Little Natasha dropped to her knees and took her mom's hand in hers.

"Mama..." Natasha cried with tears streaming down her face

"It's okay." The woman smiled weakly "My beloved Natalia. Always remember that Mama loves you so much. Keep being the same smart, brave, kind, and beautiful girl I know. Keep being yourself."

These were the last words Natasha ever heard from her mom before the life in the woman's eyes faded away and her eyes closed. Her chest settled and if there wouldn't have been blood all around her, anyone who would have seen the young mother lying there would have thought she was just sleeping.

Ivan let out a full pain scream and launched himself at Dreykov with his fists clenched in hopes of killing the man who took his wife away from him, only for him to be the one who was killed.

That was the end for Ivan.

He collapsed next to his wife with a bullet hole in his head.

—

Poor Natasha just looked at her parents' bodies lying in the snow, that was slowly turning red, and cried.

She was an orphan and alone in the world now.

"Don't worry, little one. You'll follow them very soon." The scary man with the scar explained as he took a knife out of his pocket and kept getting closer to her

Natasha doesn't remember for sure what happened after she heard his words.

The only thing she knows is that the world turned black for her.

~~~~~

"My mother was only 27 years old when they killed her." Natasha looked with tears in her eyes at Tony "After that they stabbed me and left me on that alley to die."

Natasha lifted her shirt only to reveal an ugly scar on her lower abdomen.

"Dreykov left that night thinking he had killed all of us but what he didn't know was that Nick rescued me. He took me to a hospital where I spent a whole month there recovering. He saved my life and then offered me a home and the opportunity to be what I am today." Natasha explained "Thanks to him and Clint, who had been my protector while I grew up. He is like my brother."

The room was silent. Only your little whimpers were heard from time to time but other than that, only silence.

"And you know why Y/N is so important to me, you ignorant piece of shit?" Natasha looked down at the scar on her abdomen as she gently traced it with her thumb then moved to touch the stretch marks that she so proudly wore "Because when I woke up from the surgery, the doctors told Nick I will never be able to conceive a baby thanks to how deep the stab wound was. It had permanently damaged my reproductive organs. I was officially declared infertile and unable to conceive and carry a child that could have been mine."

Tony opened his mouth to say something but Natasha beat him to it.

"Don't you fucking dare say a word till I'm done talking." She threatened and if looks could kill, Tony would have been long dead

Tony nodded and gulped.

"And, yes. I did have fun the night I conceived my daughter because I wanted to forget about the fact that I could never become a mother even if it was just for a short time. I started the night with my favorite drink: vodka. Then 2 bottles of vodka, one of whiskey, and one of wine later, I dragged to bed the first man who tried to help me get safely to my room and slept with him. I think your pigeon brain can understand now why we hadn't used protection." Natasha sighed relifed "And thank God, we didn't. Otherwise, my little miracle wouldn't have arrived in my life."

Natasha smiled as she mentioned you then put her poker face back on.

"I had to get a complete sterilization after her birth because the pregnancy with her had been extremely risky due to my health problems and it wasn't safe to keep those things inside of me anymore. I just care that my little angel is here in my arms right now. There's no other child for me than her." The woman put the knife back in her pocket "And if you wonder what happened to Dreykov, just know I sought revenge. I killed him and the rest of his gang. It didn't made the pain easier but it was something I had to do for my mama in the first place and then for my papa too."

Natasha turned around, picked the files up, and handed them to Tony "All signed up." She added with a smirk "Now get the fuck out of here before I make James and Steve make you regret you were born."

Tony nodded rapidly, any word he could say died on his tongue before coming out.

"Mama..." You mumbled in your sleep

That was it for Natasha. As if nothing happened she returned next to your side and started comforting you "Mama is here baby. Mama's here."

You slightly opened your eyes and forced a small smile for your mom.

Of course, she returned it.

"Papa..." You called out in Bucky's and Steve's direction

To Tony's surprise, none of the men answered to you but he knew Natasha wouldn't have allowed them to do it in his presence.

So he left with the weight of Natasha's story on his shoulders and one unanswered question.

Your papa quickly knelt next to your bed and stroked your hair once he made sure that Tony was far enough.

"Papa's here." He reassured you with a soft smile

Natasha kissed the top of your head and breathed in your smell. She thought that if heaven had a scent it would be yours.

There weren't enough words in the world to express how much she loves you and what you mean to her. You are her precious little angel.

And after years of thinking and asking herself why the woman who gave her life took that bullet for her, Natasha can finally understand her own mother.

The love a person can have for their baby it's infinite and if she would ever be in her mother's place, Natasha would jump without a second thought in front of you to protect you from that bullet or any other thing. She wanted the best for you even if that best meant her death just like what happened in her case.

But for now, she was thankful that she could avoid bad things from happening. She'll make sure you'll never have to witness what she had to see as a child and you'll never have to go through the same physical and emotional pain as her.

It's true. Pain does make you stronger but Natasha sometimes wishes that she didn't have to go through as much pain as she did. The only thing keeping her human is you.

"My beloved Y/N." Natasha whispered with a smile as she looked at you sleeping "Always remember that mama loves you so much."

—

In the morning, thanks to Natasha's care and affection you were feeling a lot more better, and in the next 2 days you were feeling as energic as before.

Although your mom didn't allow you to get out of bed for the entire week even though you were no longer sick, she had bought you tons of new toys and she played with you, spending some good quality time together.

No matter what happened in her dark past, Natasha knew that her future was bright as long as you were in it because you were her future.

She lived for you and you only.

You are a gift sent from above for Natasha.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader

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urekaire · 8 months

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"He taught me how to love, but not how to stop."

— reo mikage x male!reader (?) not exactly reader, but idk how to describe it.

𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦, 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑑, ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

—————

The first time I laid my eyes on him, I knew that he was the one meant for me.

Beautiful eyes that shone in the sunlight, hair that glowed in the moonlight.

When we first locked eyes, I felt like I was on fire. When we first dated, I felt like I was the luckiest man alive.

When we married, I vowed to never let go of him, ever. Even if he wanted to run away from me, I would search the entire globe for him.

We were happy, but not for very long.

A few years after we married, I got busier and busier as I took over the Mikage Corporation.

All I did was eat, work and sleep. I couldn't, no, didn't bother setting aside time with the man I loved.

Everyday, after I left, he would sit by the windowsill, wondering when I would return.

Knowing I would be hungry after work, he cooked dinner for me and left it on the table for me to eat.

Knowing I would be tired, he made the bed more comfortable for me.

Knowing that I would be stressed, he would get up early and brew tea for me.

He did everything for me, and I couldn't even mutter a thank you. He never even complained once.

When he started coughing more recently, I never asked if he was okay. I brushed it off as a minor illness, and told him to see a doctor so as to not make me fall sick too.

When I made him sleep on the couch because of that, he didn't even speak against me.

All he said was, "Okay. Goodnight, sweetheart."

When he looked more sickly and frail as the days went by, I didn't notice and went about my business without a care.

Until one day, I received a call from my neighbours. That call, that very day, sent me spiralling down an abyss called despair and regret.

"Reo!? Your husband collapsed, and was sent to the hospital!"

By the time I got there, the doctor shook his head.

"Due to his weakened health and mental state, including the additional head injury from the fall, your husband is currently in a coma. We don't know when he will wake up, or if he ever will."

I cried my heart out. Pushing away all the pride and dignity I had, I begged the doctor on my knees. To save the man I took for granted.

But the doctor could do nothing.

My husband, my love, my life. He laid on the hospital bed motionless, not moving a single finger.

I visited him daily, brought him his favourite flowers and food. Pleading him to come back to me. That I would make everything right again.

That I won't leave him alone ever again.

I'll never get used to the cold home that I now return to. The absence of my husband's warm voice, the cosy atmosphere he would always set.

No more.

It was the cold, empty darkness I returned to. I'll never forgive myself for taking all the things he did for me for granted, if he just wakes up and does it again, I'll make sure to treasure every single one of it.

I just want to hear his voice, see his beautiful eyes blinking, and his smile lighting up in the sun.

—————

"It's been 16 years already, are you sure you don't want to give up yet Mikage?"

"Never."

That's right. I'll never give up on him. I'll wait for him, no matter how long it takes.

Everyone around me lost hope in him ever coming back, but I won't. I'll stay strong.

——————

"Hey….happy birthday. You always told me you loved the vanilla ice cream cake that they sold at the coffee shop near our house."

"I got it for you. Come on now, won't you wake up and eat it with me?"

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"Happy Valentine's Day, got you your favourite purple roses. You always said you loved how they smell, didn't you? You said that they represented me."

"Where's my Valentine's gift? Perhaps it's going to be you waking up, kissing me on my cheek?"

"Please….?"

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"I miss you so much, everyday, going back to our house, it's not the same."

"You're not there, and it drives me insane."

"Come back, I'm begging you….just please open your eyes and tell me that I'm not the only one going home today.

We're going home."

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"Are you still unwilling to forgive me, my love? I know, you shouldn't forgive me."

"I got you your favourite, chicken curry with extra potatoes. The way you like it."

"It's been 16 years, please just wake up and try it, won't you?"

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I laid on the hospital bed, clutching the hand I so desperately wanted to move.

I yearned for the day that he would squeeze my hand, and reassure me that everything was okay. That he was okay.

But it's fine if he can't now. I'll wait.

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Bringing the basket of fruits along, I dragged myself to the hospital room where my husband was, and currently still laying at.

Opening the door, my eyes shook with tears as I took in the sight before me.

For once, the room was not completely in desolate darkness. Sunlight sunk in through the curtains.

Sitting on the bed, he turned to me. It is still amazing, and it still shone as brightly as the sun. It was exactly like how I remembered it.

His smile.

"Reo, let's go back home. Together."

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 - 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ!! 𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦, ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡

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mistys-blerbz · 1 year

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Keep Your Eyes On Me • Chapter 4

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Mitchell!OC

Summary:

Elizabeth “Ghost” Mitchell is the daughter of what some would say is the most decorated Naval Captain. But when she is called back to North Island for a special mission she is forced to face her past loves, past hurts, and past losses.

Warnings:

violence, swearing, PTSD, war, mental illness & probably more

Word Count: 2547

Cross Posted: A03 • Wattpad

“Lizzy, I forgave you the moment those words left your lips,” Pete breathed out, stepping forward again.

This time the young aviator didn't step back. Her head hung low as she tried to hold it together. She finally felt the guilt and shame she had been hiding for so long. Her vision blurred, shit she was crying. Why was she crying? There was nothing to cry over. She had seen worse and experienced worse.

The short woman felt her father's arms wrap around her, pushing her head into his shoulder as he squeezed her, causing her to break down.

Elizabeth clung to him, gripping onto him as if letting go would mean this wasn't real. She'd wake up and be back in Japan. Liz cried and cried and cried until she couldn't anymore, just holding onto her father until all that was left was a breathless shudder and a sniffle. They sat there holding one another before she slowly pulled away, her heart breaking a little more when she saw her father's red eyes. She was too busy breaking down that she didn't even feel him doing so himself.

Neither of them really noticed they had been there for a solid 15 minutes. Both Mitchell's heads shot over as a secretary walked into the bathroom, freezing when she saw the two of them. The father-daughter pair quickly scurried out before awkwardly looking around. How did this work again? There was still so much that needed to be said.

“Captain Mitchell,” called Admiral Simpson, causing both to salute. The admiral motioned for her father to come to him. Pete looked at his daughter as she lowered her hand. She silently nodded before she pivoted on her heels and speed walked to the locker room.

She walked through her front door, using her foot to close it as she dropped her rucksack and slipped her shoes off. Elizabeth walked into her kitchen, being sure to be quiet. Since all the lights were off in the house, she assumed Bradley and John had gone to sleep early for a long next day of more dogfighting. She opened her fridge and looked through it, reaching toward the back for the leftovers.

“You’re home late,” Bradley's voice said from behind, causing her to jump and hit her head on top of the fridge. She cursed and exited the cold box rubbing her head.

“Jerk,” she grumbled. Bradley laughed lightly. She closed the fridge and shoved her food into the microwave. “Didn't think you were up. John sleeping?”

“No, he went to the Hard Deck with a few of the others,” he explained as she took her food out and began to separate it onto two plates.

“You eat?”

“No.”

She handed him the plate before walking to the living room and plopping down on the couch, Bradley followed suit. The two ate in silence as she flipped through the channels on the TV, eventually landing on the news.

“I saw your father follow you into the bathroom,” Bradley said, causing her to stop chewing.

She glanced over at him. He looked at her, an internal battle clear inside his eyes.

“I saw you and Maverick had a conversation as well.”

“He isn't taking accountability for what he did,” he said, looking down and picking at his meal.

“Did you let him?”

Bradley stayed silent for a moment. He supposed he didn’t.

“What did he want with you?”

“Not sure, we spent most of it crying,” she put bluntly, her voice monotone.

He could tell that she wanted to talk about it. She had the look in her eye.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing…” she mumbled before standing up and walking to the kitchen. Bradley sat there for a moment before following.

“It's not nothing. It's never nothing,” he said. He watched the 5’3” woman shove her barely touched dinner into the fridge, not even bothering to cover it. “What's wrong?”

Elizabeth stood there for a moment before turning to face him.

“He forgave me for what I said, and I broke down. I was-” she started, only to get cut off.

“Are you serious? You’re still worried about that?”

“You know what, never mind. Forget I mentioned anything.”

“No please continue,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against her island.

“I want to talk about it, Bradley, but anytime I mention Pete, you shut off,” she said simply.

“You wanna talk about Pete? Then let's talk about Pete!” he said, raising his voice a little. Elizabeth scoffed.

“You know what, forget it, Rooster,” she said. She walked past him, bumping his shoulder.

“No, come back here!”

“No. You're not going to raise your voice at me in my house when I've been nothing but calm. Go to bed, you must be tired if you think you can pull that bull with me,” she said before storming up her stairs, leaving the taller male downstairs fuming a bit.

“Hey, Liz, we missed you at the bar last night!” Coyote called out as they walked to their plains.

“Everyone has to come tonight! We wanted to get into the nitty gritty but couldn't without the entire squad there,” John said, excitedly looking between Bradley and Elizabeth. Bradley only glared at the back of Liz's head, shaking his own as he kept walking to his plane. “What the hell was that?” John asked.

“We argued. I’ll tell you about it later,” she mumbled as they began prepping their plane. After they were done, Jake walked over to their plane as Liz fiddled with something on one of the side panels.

“You going to the bar tonight?” he asked, leaning against her plane.

“Probably not. I have someplace I need to be.” She figured she would work on her boss's car some more. She didn’t want to be in her house.

“Common Sunshine, you look like you need to relax. You’ve been tense all morning.”

She looked up at him, rolling her eyes a bit before standing up. Her blue eyes looked into his green ones.

“Hangman, you and Rooster are the first two in the air today,” her father said from behind her, making Liz jump two feet in the air. Jake, Pete, and John laughed. The startled aviator held into her knees and held onto her heart as she caught her breath.

“You alright there, Ghost?” Jake said with a grin. Liz shot up, aiming a punch directly onto his chest causing him to grunt out a deep breath. “Oh, fuck!”

This caused her father to laugh, making her turn to face him with a playful glare, arm swinging back to aim a hit at him, but he just barely got out of the way before she landed the blow.

“Alright, alright. Get back to the briefing room,” Pete said, resting a hand on her shoulder before walking to his plane.

Her eyes followed him before meeting Jake’s again, a soft smile on his face as he still rubbed his sternum.

“That really hurt,” he breathed out with a slight laugh.

“Good.”

“I got out scot-free,” John said, now out of the plane.

“Oh, really now?” she said. A mischievous grin formed on her face making Junior’s eyes widen. He bolted towards the air hanger. “Pardon me,” Elizabeth said to Jake.

“Oh no, go ahead,” he said.

He watched her bolt after John, shaking her fist and yelling, a grin on his face. His eyes turned towards his plane and noticed Rooster watching them with slight disgust from his cockpit. Jake gave him a wink before walking to his plane and climbing inside.

“So Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Would it matter if I did?”

“So what's the story with you and Maverick? It seems like he's got you a little rattled.”

“It's none of your business.” Liz sat in front of the radio listening with her arms crossed, curious to see if either of them would beat her father today. “Now where the hell is he?”

“I've been here the whole time,” her father's voice rings out.

“Holy shit.”

“You see me now? Come on, let's get it over with.” She wished she was there to see what was going on. Knowing all of them, it was probably something stupid.

“Fights on!” Bradley exclaimed.

Not a moment later, Jake was expressing his concern for the two.

“What is with these two?”

“What do you think is happening?” a few of the fellow aviators said, looking out the window as if they could see what was happening.

“Two men comparing dick sizes, probably,” Liz stated, matter of factly, shaking her head.

“Hard decks 5000 feet fellas, you are running out of room,” Jake's voice called out. Liz and Phoenix looked at each other, concerned.

“Your strategy is about to run us into the ground. What’s your move?”

Liz leaned over the table as she listened to the radio, her heart racing. Her mind raced just as fast, thinking of all the positions they could be in to cause such a comment.

“Come on, Rooster, you got him. Drop down and take the shot!”

“It's too low!” Bradley cried out, causing Liz to sigh and shake her head.

“That's a kill, knock it off,” Pete said, causing the ones listening to the exercise to curse under their breath. “Ghost and Junior, you’re up with Hangman,” he continued.

Phoenix wished her luck.

Once in the air, she quickly found Jake and slid up next to him. Unlike the others, she had actually flown a mission with him before. Unlike popular belief, he didn’t leave people hanging when lives were at risk. Their VFA squadrons worked with one another during Operation Enduring Freedom.

“Nice to see you in the air, Ghost,” Hangman's voice rang through the comms. “Make sure the kid knows how we work.”

“I'm thirty,” Junior grumbled, glaring at the plane next to them.

“He flies with me, he knows the drill,” she said with a grin. “Keep your eyes open, Junior. The old man is lurking.”

And lurking he was. Her father's plane flew past them, causing Jake and Liz to break apart from the formation.

“Damn it!” Jake shouted. “Break left.”

“Got it.” She did as she was told. Inside, the others were surprised that Jake didn't leave her hanging like he has done with others. “Junior, you see ‘em?” she shouted.

“On the right! On the right!” he shouted, causing her to move her joystick to evade her father.

Jake moved to get behind Maverick. The two danced in the sky, shouting out positions to one another, bobbing and weaving to keep Maverick on his toes. They were successful, making them the two to be in the air the longest out of everyone else.

“Watch it, Ghost, he’s on your tail!” Hangman shouted.

But he was slightly too late. The beeping in her cockpit made her sigh and rip off her mask from her face. It wasn't long after Jake got killed as well. Soon enough, the two safely landed back at base to do their pushups.

Warlock waited on the tarmac, patiently watching Elizabeth raise her canopy before walking up to her cockpit motioning for her to hand him her comm set.

“Sir,” she said, handing it to him.

“Captain Mitchel, Admiral Simpson is ordering you to report to his office.”

“Yes Sir,” her father's voice rang through her headset.

“He said okay, sir” Warlock nodded before climbing down

The rest of the training for the day was normal flight maneuvers conducted by another TOPGUN instructor.

The group of aviators that decided to hang out at the Hard Deck that night included Bradley, Elizabeth, and Jake, who apparently hadn’t tagged along the night before. All wearing their beige uniforms, they sat in a circle around the pool table, the sunset casting an orange glow inside.

“Oh, come on! That's not how I got my callsign!” Fanboy said, a blush on his face.

“No, no, no it was definitely the Taylor Swift concert you held in the men's locker room with yourself,” Reuben said, causing the group to laugh.

“Well, we all know how Phoenix got hers! The only woman in her aviation school class, rising from the ashes!” Javy said with slight sarcasm.

“Says you, who is the smallest in your giant family,” Natasha said with a grin.

“Jake, what about you?” Junior asked with a laugh.

“He leaves his wingman every chance he gets,” Natasha answered, rolling her eyes.

“Well, obviously not. Seems Jake and Liz gave Mav a run for his money today,” Halo said, raising her glass of wine.

“He’s excruciatingly bad at playing hangman. Has no sense of how to eliminate letters,” Elizabeth said, ratting him out. Jake smirked and shook his head.

“Says you, Miss Scared-of-everything,” Jake said with a laugh.

“No, no, no it's because she’s silent like a ghost. She sneaks up on you and lurks. It's honestly kind of scary,” Fritz exclaimed, causing some of them to laugh.

“I don't know, I heard it’s because of her Purple Heart,” Harvard said. Liz’s eyes shot over to his. “Someone who scares easily can't possibly earn an honor like that.”

Liz shifted a bit in her seat. Junior shifted as well, glancing over at his partner.

“And why would that be?” Junior interjected before anybody else could.

“Woah dude, no need to get so jumpy.”

Liz gently reached her hand over to Junior to signal him to stop, but he brushed her off.

“No, no, do explain why she couldn't be awarded a Purple Heart if she's jumpy,” Junior continued.

“John, stop,” Liz whispered. Her heart rate increased every moment it continued.

“She’s gone through way more than you could imagine, the bullshit she went through, behind enemy lines for as long she was?”

“Enough!” Liz shouted, causing the bar to go silent. “Dammit John,” she breathed out before rushing out of the bar.

The group sat frozen for a moment. Bradley was about to go after her but Jake was already halfway out of the door.

—--- PANIC ATTACK WARNING —---

Liz couldn't catch her breath. The sounds around her disappeared a bit as she stumbled her way down the beach before she collapsed on the sand. The senses of her past were coming back to haunt her. The sound of her friends begging for mercy. The smell of iron, dirt, and burnt flesh burned her nose instead of the salty sea.

Tears streamed down her face as she tried her hardest to catch her breath which was so desperately running away from her lungs.

She didn't feel the powerful arms wrapping around her or even hoisting her up. She only came to when she felt the rush of cold salty water drenching her, unfortunately only succeeding in sending her into more of a spiral. The man pulled her out as she flailed around, trying to catch her bearing.

She locked onto the green eyes that were so familiar to her. His hands gripped her face tight as he spoke. Her eyes wandered to his lips, making out only a few words before her brain finally let her hear again. His words were simple yet so familiar to her… taking her back to a simpler time.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

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seerpoetry · 10 months

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the weight of being a human is heavy today

groggy eyes seeing nothing but the blur of a world that im not ready to greet

a body that cries out, it isn't supposed to be this way

sometimes im told that i feel like this when i don't work, humans are supposed to be busy and have a plan to follow you know

but the truth is the dread of waking up comes when i can't live the way i want

i can't wake up and make breakfast when im ready to eat - im on a schedule

i can't shower at 2pm or brush my teeth at 4

i can't clean my room on a whim, because all of the energy i need to function is put into mixing that ice cream, stocking those machines, prepping those flavors, putting on a mask just so coworkers will interact with me, even just a little, please

the strawberry syrup drips down my arms

im stained

im aching

i don't have the energy to sit outside with a cup of fresh tea, smoking a cigarette and writing like the world is the most beautiful thing ive ever seen

putting on lotion after a morning of cleaning myself, loving my physical form as carefully as i design the characters i draw

eating a meal with veggies and meat, something light on toast as the sun warms the weeds of the backyard

music playing in a room that was freshly vacuumed, incense burning next to a clean shelf dedicated to my grandma in heaven

a book marked by pencil, wobbly lines stretching under every other paragraph as i love every word

my mama hates not working

she feels like she's wasting time

wasting money

i spent too much again on everything that i love

it's hard to love so much

maybe next time i work i don't feel the rot in my bones

and ill make a strawberry shake, with mini marshmallows and a hint of salt

to enjoy later

in a clean room

after a shower

and a meal i made myself

- red strawberry stains

#poetry #:static #chronic pain

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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ohh my god ur AU is so cool im brainrotting so hard ?? i hope u dont mind me writing a little smth for it bc im !!! wowowow it's so epic -dr3amofagame on tumblr/twt

He'd been all but sure that the kid was going to die.

Dream brushes his hand over the kid's head lightly, startling when Michael turns in his sleep to press his snout into his palm, tiny tusks digging into his skin. He's more at ease, now, though XD had warned him that he's still fragile - hence why he's in Dream's arms instead of sleeping on the cold ground. He doesn't really know what to, honestly. He didn't really expect to get this far.

At least it looks like he's not hurting as much anymore.

That's...something, Dream thinks, brushing against the fine hairs at the base of the kid's skull as he thinks to himself. He'd been crying near-constantly before, which didn't bode well for either him or Dream, and hadn't been able to sleep nearly as soundly before waking up from the pain, even when Dream held him. Now, he almost looks content, burying his face into Dream's side and chuffing quietly in his sleep. It's the closest he's looked to peaceful as long as Dream's known him, at the least.

Dream stares at the kid numbly, his breathing rattly but steady. His hands shake (they always shake, now) as he shifts him a little so he can sit more comfortably, grunting under his breath when Michael responds with a series of whines and irritated squeaks. His head tips back against the wall and he looks up, lips trembling around the sigh that leaves his lungs.

He can't take care of a kid.

Not for the first time, he wonders why Sam had brought this random kid with them in the first place. It's not like he doesn't already have Dream's total obedience as it is. Not that it seems like Sam cares about the kid much either - and whoever this kid is, he clearly came from somewhere, if his squeals and cries for what Dream figures must be his sounder from when they first ran away are of any indication. Dream huffs to himself, irritated - Sam's hatred for him is understandable enough, as much as the Warden is an asshole that tortures anyone that does as much as speak a word out of line. But dragging some random kid into their mess? For what?

Probably 'cause he's a fucking coward, Dream snipes inside his head, and he snorts. That, of all things, has stayed constant.

Still - he has no idea what he's fucking doing. Maybe it would've been better before shit went down, when things were the way they should be, but now? When he's barely able to take care of himself? When Sam is there looking over his shoulder, ready to make him "face the consequences" of every wrong step? Yeah, he's never been as ill-equipped to take care of a toddler and Dream thinks that the only reason why he's not had a breakdown over it all yet is that he's been too busy making sure that the kid won't fucking keel over and die on him. Then again, maybe he's just gotten used to the whole "constantly on the verge of completely falling apart at any given moment" and now it's just the status quo now - like, exposure therapy or something. That could be convenient.

Besides, even if he was equipped for being any sort of - parent, or whatever, even if he wasn't half-starved and half-dead with Sam's proverbial hand on his neck, it's hardly like being around him in any capacity is safe. It took just about everything he had to hide Punz's involvement, all he can do is hope that he and Ranboo have made it out okay and not been discovered and consequently executed or some shit; he's long known that being allied with him is all but a death sentence. Being hunted down for eternity, your life in constant danger of being used as a bargaining chip because of someone else's mile-wide grudge? It's no life he could wish on anyone, never mind some kid. He's not an idiot - he's no saint - but he doesn't want some toddler to die for him.

Still, there's no mistaking the swell of emotion that had risen at the sight of the kid, somewhat healed and relatively painless when XD had set him back into Dream's arms. There's no avoiding the recognition that sparks in Michael's eyes when he looks over at him, giggle-fits and begging to be held that are reserved for him and him only. Dream smooths his hand over the bumps of Michael's spine on his neck, careful to avoid the sensitive areas where bone is exposed to the air - pausing when Michael nudges forward in his sleep, nuzzling into the crook of his arm.

He'll have to figure something out, later. Some way to get Michael safely secured away from Sam and away from himself, where he won't end up as potential collateral for when shit inevitably goes down.

For now, though-

Dream holds Michael a little closer to his chest, watching as the kid brushes up against him and presses his ear right up against his heart, and keeps his eyes fixed on the locked door of their room. Someone, after all, is going to have to keep watch.

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Hello, so first and foremost, I love you and I would die for you. Second, you've taken my entire heart and it's yours now. Third, I'm going to cry about this all night. Fourth, just,,,, c!Dream not understanding why, being so disillusioned on how dangerous attachments are for him, and still being so helpless in his love for this toddler he's been tasked to watch over. :,) I'm crying about this tomorrow as well.

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spicy-tomato · 3 years

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Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

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Have you considered writing a "Truth" fix-it with Marinette admitting her secret to Luka? Maybe he could be a confidant like Marianne was for Fu.

Truth was having a terrible, awful, rotten, very bad day. If he could use his powers on the universe, he would've asked what he did to deserve this kind of treatment.

It started with his girlfriend keeping a secret from him concerning her ditching their dates, then escalated to Jagged Stone - who'd been his idol for years - turning out to be the father who abandoned him, and now he was fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir in Marinette's room after he’d been told by multiple people that Marinette’s supposed “secret” was that she was in love with Adrien, as if he hadn’t already known that and they just wanted to mock him.

His civilian self had never been never someone to presume, but now it's all he could do. Marinette must've ditched him because she didn't really love him, Jagged probably never even felt bad about abandoning him, and despite Adrien never even trying to win Marinette's heart, he was just better than Luka in every way, because the rich model with all the connections Marinette could ever want would always outmatch the "guitar boy" who worked a part-time job, lived on a houseboat, and had parents who either kept secrets from him or flat-out didn't want him.

Had it not been for his akumatization working to drive him towards a goal without interference, he would've cried. He wanted nothing more than to wake up and think the whole thing was just a bad nightmare, with dating Marinette just being brief highlights of it that kept getting shot down with a reminder that he wasn't good enough.

He wanted it all to be over.

Chat Noir was still trying to banter with him, but Truth wasn't having it. While going after Ladybug first wasn't ideal, as she was the smarter out of the two, it was easier to get rid of Chat Noir and deal with the heroes one at a time.

Thus, when Ladybug had run across the room to use her Lucky Charm, Truth acted. He managed to grab Chat Noir and throw him into the chest that Ladybug had been hiding in before, then locked it tight to prevent Chat from escaping. That done, he went after Ladybug, who was stunned but nevertheless prepared to fight. Chat Noir being out of the picture didn't impact her ability to fight, but Truth had Pharo on his side to knock Ladybug around when it was too hard to get a spotlight on her.

Finally, he managed to tackle her, her lying on her back and him pinning her arms down. The chest nearby rattled in protest, but Pharo shined its spotlight on it, preventing it from moving anymore.

Truth watched as Ladybug looked around for a method of escape, but she came up empty. Her eyes widened in the realization that... this was it. This was the end.

"Now," Truth said, clamping down harder on her arms as he leaned down, "tell me the truth!"

Ladybug tried to shut her lips tight, but he could see her struggling, her body shaking as she tried to free her arms to stop herself. It was only a matter of time.

Then, her mouth opened, and out came the words, "I love you, Luka!"

He froze, his fingers twitching in his confusion while he could only stare down at her in shock.

"And I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I wanted to tell you - I always wanted you to know - but I couldn't, and you deserve so much better than a hero who can't give you the time you deserve!"

A cold realization washed over him in form of a shudder. Those words could've been interpreted in so many ways, but he was the only one who registered their real meaning: that Marinette was Ladybug, her "ditching" had been her needing to fight akuma, her keeping secrets had been out of a desire to protect him, and he—

...He had only caused her more problems by getting akumatized, being no better than all those that had interrupted their dates. She loved him, and he gave into Shadow Moth to go against her.

Ladybug continued rambling, oblivious to his internal crisis, "You're incredible, and I just love you so much. I knew you were special from the day we met, when you called me—"

Truth clamped his hand over her mouth, preventing her from spilling any more secrets. He could feel Shadow Moth's influence in his mind, demanding that he remove his hand, but Truth ignored it, just as he'd been ignoring so many of his commands. The energy from akumatization that once made him feel powerful now made him feel disgusted with himself, guilt swirling in his gut and making him regret everything.

He reached up with his other hand, grabbing at his necklace and tearing it off. Ladybug's brows rose at the crunching of his akumatized object, and the last things he saw were the akuma flying free and Ladybug's expression turning to something...

thoughtful.

—————

Marinette de-transformed in a nearby alleyway and headed down towards the Seine, having not yet processed all of her feelings from that day. She had a little time left, given that Luka had quietly asked to walk back home himself, but she’d gotten no closer to clearing her mind since leaving her house. She was still a jumbled mess of "what if"s and "but maybe"s, and ultimately knew that it was going to be a matter of essentially winging it and just saying everything that she had on her mind.

As she approached the Liberty to wait for Luka, she paused as she noticed another figure already standing there. After all, Jagged Stone wasn't exactly someone you could not notice.

Before she could debate on whether to approach him, Jagged seemed to sense her and glanced over to make eye contact. She stiffened, only able to wave awkwardly and pretend like she didn't know why he'd be there.

"Hey, frockstar," Jagged greeted tiredly, his smile not quite reaching its usual lengths. "What are you doing here?"

"Um..." She walked over, standing next to him and staring in the direction where Luka was going to come from. "I need to talk to my boyfriend."

"Ah." It took a few seconds for the words to actually register with him, at which point Jagged turned to her, mouth agape as he grabbed her shoulders. "My son's your boyfriend?!"

She didn't quite have the energy to feign total surprise at the “son” comment, but she didn't have to. Jagged immediately pulled back without really looking at her, regaining his composure just as quickly as he'd lost it.

"You... wouldn't happen to be able to put in a good word for me, hm?" He grinned sheepishly, jabbing at Marinette with a hopeful elbow. "Haven't exactly figured out what I'm gonna say yet."

She was torn between being upset with him on Luka’s behalf and feigning sympathy because it was not only none of her business, but she was in a similar boat and felt like she had no right to judge.

She went with the latter, smiling weakly and jabbing him back. "That makes two of us." Then, she frowned as her nerves came back. "And... anyway, I don't know if he'll want to keep being my boyfriend after tonight."

For once, Jagged didn't pry or ask questions, the atmosphere probably felt even by him. They just stood there, waiting.

After a few minutes, Luka finally walked into view, staring at the ground and seeming defeated. Marinette felt ill at the sight, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her capris to find a sense of stability.

Should she approach him? Let Jagged go first? Or, maybe that would seem evasive, so—

She felt a pat on her shoulder, looking up at see Jagged urging her forward with his eyes. She wasn't sure if she should be grateful or consider him to be the evasive one, but Luka's akumatization was also mostly because of her and thus it only made sense for her to go first.

She ran the distance to get to him, Luka glancing up at the sound of her footsteps and stopping as she got to him. The usual light in his eyes wasn't there, and she had to force herself to even say a simple, "Um... hi."

"Hey." He hesitated, then rubbed the back of his head. "I'm really sorry, Marinette."

"Huh?"

"I got akumatized, and I was in your room when I woke up." His brows furrowed with uncharacteristic anxiety. "I didn't have to hear the song to know what the notes were. I must've gone after you."

Marinette blinked, having not even thought about him feeling guilty over the whole thing. She shook her head, reassuring, "No no! I mean—you told me to run! You didn't go after me, not really!"

She wasn't technically lying; he never sought her out to her knowledge, and even as Ladybug, she'd always had to chase him.

Luka sighed in relief, though his expression didn't change much. "I'm glad."

He met her gaze again. She yearned for the way he used to look at her like he wanted to get lost in her forever, but his eyes soon darted elsewhere as he noticed Jagged Stone standing not too far away.

Marinette tried not to get discouraged, stepping back into his vision and waving her hands to try and divert his attention. "Ah—don't worry about that! Look—" She paused, needing a moment to breathe, then lowered her hands and shifted to seriousness. "Can we talk? And walk? It's... really important."

She couldn't imagine the conclusions he must've been coming to in his head, partly because he didn't voice any of them. His eyes merely searched hers, seeking nothing in particular.

"Sure, Marinette," he agreed.

She managed a smile, happy that she made it this far at least. She reached out to take his hand, but stopped herself at the last second and simply walked past him, Luka taking one look back at Jagged before following after her.

The walk was tense and quiet, the only sounds coming from the evening ambiance and their footsteps. The uncertainty of it all gave her anxiety, but she'd been sure of that uncertainty since she first decided to talk to him about this.

Because, whatever the future of their relationship was, it would be in his hands.

—————

As they arrived at her intended destination, Marinette heard Luka briefly stop behind her, perhaps processing where she just took them. It was the Canal Saint-Martin, also known as the place where they'd first agreed to date, and now it was potentially the place where they'd break up as well. Marinette vaguely pondered if that would be for the best, like the memories would just cancel each other out and Luka could forget about it altogether if he wanted to.

Nevertheless, she walked over, glancing at the bridge for reference and sitting in roughly the same place she’d been all that time ago. She then tossed Luka a hopeful look, and he walked over to sit next to her.

Steeling herself up, Marinette took a breath, inhaling until she couldn't take in any more oxygen and then exhaling for just as long. At least a little more emotionally prepared than she was before, she finally spoke up.

"I...I'm sorry, Luka. I'm sorry that I got you akumatized—" She saw that he was about to interject and cut him off. "—and I know you don't blame me, but it doesn't matter—I mean—it does matter, but I'm still sorry anyway, okay? You had a right to be hurt and maybe if I'd explained myself better, then things would’ve been different."

He still seemed to want to argue, but was holding himself back so she could continue, which she appreciated.

"It's not that I didn't trust you. If anything, I—I trust you more than anyone else. You've never betrayed me and I know you'd never tell anyone if I told you my secret. You understand me even when I'm being the disaster that everyone laughs at - everyone but you - and..."

She sighed, pulling out her phone and navigating to her text conversation with him. Mentally wincing, she tapped on the photo of her Adrien wall that Ziggy had sent, then presented it to him. He leaned in to make sure of what it was, then looked back at her, clearly not understanding where she was going but knowing it wasn't her being spiteful or rubbing it in.

She said as much, "You don't assume anything, like when you got sent this dumb picture. I know it was obvious that it was an accident, but you didn’t have to go with it and you did. I wouldn't have blamed you if you got mad, but you didn't. Whenever I'm stammering and being an idiot because I'm scared or nervous, you don't judge me for it or think that whatever comes out is what I actually mean. That's so important to me, Luka, you have no idea."

She settled the phone between them and kept the picture on-screen. Her gaze flickered down to it, silently encouraging him to look at it too, then glanced back up at him.

"How much do you know about fashion?"

He tilted his head, thrown off by the sudden question, but answered anyway, "Only what my sister's ever talked about."

"Do you know why fashion trends die so quickly?" When he shook his head, she explained, "Part of it is the over-exposure. When people hear about what's in at the time, suddenly everyone starts wearing whatever it is, so everywhere you look, you see it, and then people get tired of it."

There was a flicker of understanding in his eyes, Luka looking back-and-forth between her and the phone like he was piecing a puzzle together.

She confirmed it for him, "That's why I have so many. I don't feel that way about him anymore - I don't think I ever did - but I just don't know how to act around him. I hate how the whole idolizing thing took over my life and I already tried everything else, so I figured this might work." She groaned. "And of course it blew up on me and you got sent that without any context. Of course."

He gave a look of concern at the exasperation in her tone, but she tried to ignore it, not wanting his sympathy.

"My point is..." She gestured vaguely at the phone. "I stammer about him, but it's not because I'm in love with him, it's because I've never really been his friend and I don't know how to do it. I'm not dedicated to him and I'm getting better at not doing the stuff I used to."

His eyes flickered again and she wondered if he was thinking about that day on the Liberty where she was late to Kitty Section playing, where she ignored Adrien entirely. Just for emphasis, she tapped her phone and deleted the picture, adding on, "I'm only dedicated to you, Luka. I—"

She shifted in place, hitting the wall behind her feet a few times with her heels to ease off the anxiousness. It was so much easier when she’d been Ladybug, though granted that she was under the influence of Truth's spell at the time. She and Luka were dating, yet she was sure he'd ask her to end it, making putting herself out there all the scarier.

"I..." She met his gaze. "I love you." He gaped at the confession and she continued on, "I love you like I haven't loved anyone else before; definitely not Adrien. It's the kind of love that actually makes me happy, and comfortable, and my life is better with you in it."

She bit her bottom lip, hands curling into fists at the tight feeling in her chest. She turned, placing one hand on the ground as she began to push herself up, her other hand landing on Luka's shoulder to wordlessly insist that he didn't have to stand with her, so his gaze merely followed her as she moved.

"But that's the thing." She took a few steps away, back turned to him as she stared up at the sky. Her stomach twisted itself in knots at the words in her throat, but she nonetheless admitted, "I don't think it's mutual."

Luka's voice took on a sharp, offended tone. "Marinette—"

She spun to face him, cutting him off, "—and I know that you're going to say something sweet and heartfelt about how everyone has a place in your life and then something about how bad notes can still make good songs, but... Luka, you don't understand."

She turned away from him again, this time pacing as she counted off events. "Bullies and liars target me, and sometimes that means going after people I care about. I'm clumsy and a stuttering mess and you wouldn't believe the mistakes I made that I couldn't have even seen coming. It seems like I draw bad luck wherever I go; I mean, your mother is one of the most chaotic people I can think of, so you'd think she'd get akumatized a bunch, but it was only the day I showed up that she did. Even the other boys who only loved me for a little bit either got akumatized over it or became an anxious mess until they found out who they actually liked, and that last one would've at least been really useful to think about if I'd just made the connection back then, but I didn't!" She paused, then met his eyes with a pained expression. "And then there's you."

"What do you mean?"

She stopped in place, not knowing whether to be touched or not by the fact that he either hadn't noticed or was pretending not to. Throwing her arms out, she explained, "Things go bad whenever we hang out! I already mentioned your mom, but then there was the ice rink; even without me getting distracted when all you were trying to do was make me feel better, there was an akuma and you probably got frozen solid by him. When we were hanging out on the Liberty, Adrien just happened to show up on that day with Kagami to turn me into a mess, and then Desperada came to make everything worse."

Marinette couldn't remember when she'd started thinking about such things or feeling guilty for everything that ever happened. There was just a point where it felt like she was always apologizing for something, no matter how small it was, and stuff being her fault became par for the course by then.

"Then, both times you got akumatized, it was because of me—and I know you don't blame me, but I'm always involved! You were ready to leave the TV station, but because I tried to put up a fight, Bob Roth threatened me and that was your last straw. Today was the same thing; you were already upset about what happened with your dad and then it was me who sent you over the edge!" She shut her eyes tight, the memories painful to relive. "You're always putting up with me, Luka. You put up with me crying all over you and even dropped your guitar for it, and then you had to protect me from Miracle Queen's mind control! I'm supposed to protect you!"

He recoiled at the volume of her voice, then furrowed his brows, his eyes darting back and forth as he seemed to process something particular about what she said.

"I'm supposed to make you happy, and I can't. Out of all the people in Paris who should be able to keep you from getting akumatized, it should be me, and all I've done is hurt you. You're the calmest person I've ever known and then I came along and gave you feelings you didn't ask for. Sometimes—" She shook, choking briefly on the words. "Sometimes I wonder if it would've been better for you if you never met me."

Luka's gaze sharpened. He didn't reply, but turned fully to her, pushing himself up as if to approach.

However, she stepped back, his look then flashing to hurt. She took a breath, expression determined as she said with her whole chest, "I'm Ladybug, Luka."

He froze, his body going stiff and his eyes blinking rapidly at either the reveal itself or the way she’d so firmly said it.

"I'm Ladybug," she repeated quietly, this time with an ache in her voice, "and I'm telling you not because I trust you—I mean, I do trust you—but I also believe in you; that you wouldn't sell me out to Shadow Moth even with all the mind control in the world. You've always had my back and supported me even when I didn't deserve it, and I want you to know. It's dangerous and I don't know what'll happen and I'm scared but I want you to know it." She put a hand to her chest. "I'm the one who has to save Paris whenever something happens, and that's why I always had to ditch you. I'm the one who messed up and lost you your identity as Viperion. I'm the new guardian of the miraculouses, and the kwami don't even listen to me; they invaded my privacy and it was one of them that took and sent you that picture."

She realized that her vision was staring to blur and looked skywards, trying to fight back tears.

"I-I'm not a normal girl. I can't be a normal girlfriend, or give you everything you'd want out of a normal relationship. It's my fault that you got akumatized because I just—I wanted you. I wanted to be in a relationship and go on dates with you, but Ladybug isn't supposed to want things. She's supposed to be selfless and only worry about everyone else, but... you made me happy, and I wanted more of that. You were the first person I really felt like I could be myself around without being scolded or lied to and I thought it would be okay..."

She noticed him moving and quickly turned her back to him, at least able to let the tears fall now without him seeing them.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I always think I can handle things but then it goes wrong and I end up hurting people. If I'd just gone home the day of the music festival instead of complaining about Adrien not being around, then none of this would've happened." She sighed in frustration, wiping her eyes clean of tears, and she was so focused on forcing her words out that she didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind her. "I-it's okay if you want to break up, Luka. It wasn't fair that I kept you in the dark, and I understand if you're mad, or you want to date other people, o-or if you don't love me anymore—"

Her voice cut off with a gasp as a pair of arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her against a familiar, warm chest that had an unfamiliarly pounding heartbeat. She tried to look up at him, but his hair was shadowing out his eyes and left only his trembling lips visible. In fact, his whole body was shaking, as if it were winter and no amount of layers could keep him warm.

"L-luka?" she called, confused.

"Stop," he begged quietly, the hug tightening briefly to give her a squeeze. "Please."

"But..." She trailed off, acknowledging the request. She'd never heard his voice just break like that.

"You've already sung your part of our duet, Marinette. Now it's my turn." He paused, taking an unsteady breath before continuing, "I'm glad you told me your secret. I know you're worried about me being in danger, but it makes me happy that you can rely on me now. Music boxes aren't meant to stay shut, and you deserve someone who you can open up to, even if I hate that you have to mute yourself in the first place to keep everyone safe."

She opened her mouth, wanting to say that it was okay and it was just her job, but kept quiet to respect his earlier request.

"My life isn't worse because I met you," he murmured, an unspoken plea in his tone that told her to never think that way again. "I felt things with you that I never have before. My song started out as a flatline, then we met and you made it move. Music isn't exciting if it doesn't change but you did that for me. What you might see as bad notes is my passion for you, and I won't apologize for it or make you apologize for messing up just like every person does. I'd never wanted someone before you, and even if you never wanted to date me, I'm grateful that I got to know you; to fall for you."

Marinette blinked in an attempt to stop oncoming tears, Luka pulling her closer for comfort when she whimpered.

"All that mattered to me is when we were together, just the two of us. That's when your melody plays the clearest and when I get to see you. Those two weeks when we were preparing our music video were some of the best two weeks of my life because I got to see you in your element. I've accepted every break in the tempo because I've heard you, I've heard the Marinette you've wanted to be, and I want to be there for every beat of it." Then, he exhaled, adding with a somber tone, "I can't imagine how much pressure you must be under, or how awful things are and how impossible it must be to sing when you can't even take a breath without something going wrong. I just... I want to help you be happy. I don't care what you, your kwami, or anyone else says; you're allowed to be happy, Marinette, and I'd drop a thousand of my guitars if it meant that you get to play happy notes one more time."

She let out a sob, blushing pink as her hands unconsciously raised to rest on the ones around her waist, Luka sighing in content and nestling further against her.

"So I don't want to break up with you, Marinette. Not at all. I just want to find ways to make it easier on you - on both of us - and if that means finding ways of planning our dates around akuma attacks, or not planning at all and going wherever the rhythm leads, then that's what we'll do."

She tried to keep quiet, but couldn't help voicing, "W-what if... what if it doesn't work? What if I have to bail on you every now and then? People will think—"

"I was never worried about that," he retorted immediately. "I'm a Couffaine. My clothes are ripped, I carry my guitar in the basket on my bike, and I live on a boat. I stopped caring about what people thought a long time ago."

He was unbelievable. Marinette didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both. He just held her there, his heart still beating against her back but now serving as something to calm her.

"The only opinions that matter in our duet are yours and mine," he said. His hold loosened, though hesitating like it was physically painful to release her. He let her go nonetheless and held his hands out in front of her, palms facing the sky. "So what about you, Marinette?"

She stared at his hands, then slowly raised her own to hover over them. She breathed up, then slid her fingers across his palms until their calloused fingertips met, neither making any move to pull away.

"I...I want to make it work," she whispered, leaning back against him. "I want to be with you, Luka. I'm at my best when I'm with you. I just..."

She stopped, knowing that he would have an argument for anything she said. If she apologized for the failed dates that she can never fix, he'd argue that it'd be worse to leave things off a sour note, and that not every good song starts out good. If she tried to suggest other people for him to date or imply that it'd be easier with someone else, he'd say that his guitar plays only for her and he wouldn't change that even if he could.

"...I'm sorry," she said, smiling her first genuine smile of the night. "I won't doubt myself anymore."

Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was smiling too. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah. Do—do you?"

"Yeah," he replied, voice thick with emotion.

Wanting to see his face, she slowly dropped their hands and turned to face him, silently hoping that she didn't look awful from her earlier tears. However, to her surprise, she noticed that Luka's eyes were watery despite his smile, just like her. Realizing something, she raised a hand to her shoulder, where his face had been hovering over ever since he'd hugged her from behind.

It was wet.

"Oh, Luka..."

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. He returned the gesture, squeezing her lovingly and giving her back a few rubs that she responded to with a happy hum. They held the position, the warmth of the hug completely negating the slight chill of the night air.

Even when they pulled away, it wasn't far nor for long. Marinette wasn't sure which of them initiated it, but one moment they were staring at each other and the next they were kissing. It had been long overdue and she idly thought that it was better than she would've imagined their kiss at the cinema to be.

She breathed in his scent, her fingers blindly reaching up to slide into his hair. She almost felt like crying again, though this time in relief that everything had actually worked out for once and they were kissing without interruption. Even though Luka was more subtle in showing his emotions, she could tell that he felt the same from the way his hand on her back shook, practically vibrating with happiness.

The kiss eventually broke with a soft click, though she kept her hands on him for the sake of stability. They were both breathing a little hard from the emotional toll of the conversation yet not necessarily in a bad way.

And the love in his eyes - the life that she missed so much - was back. She honestly thought she wouldn’t have seen it again and she was tempted to just keep kissing him in relief, part of her aware that he definitely wouldn’t have minded it.

It took her a few tries to get the words out, hesitant to break up their wordless exchanges of love. She knew what revelation was waiting for Luka back at his houseboat - maybe he'd already guessed it - and she wanted to be there for him, so she asked carefully, "Do you... want me to come back to the Liberty with you?"

Eyes half-lidded, he gave her a soft smile and gently squeezed her hand. "Yeah. Do you want to sleep over?"

She nodded. "Mm, I'd like that."

Holding hands, they began making their way back to the Liberty, the ambiance of the night finally coming through to soothe them. Marinette glanced down at their joined hands, then at the wide smile on Luka's face, the latter clearly caused by the former.

She looked ahead at where they were walking, pretending that she hadn't just been admiring him. "We could always go out for breakfast together. That might work out."

"That sounds amazing." Luka feigned a look of thoughtfulness. "Maybe Shadow Moth doesn't like mornings?"

Marinette squeaked mid-giggle. "You'd think that'd be the case from the name, huh?"

He chuckled, covering his mouth with his free hand, and the conversation remained light from there. Any bad feelings from the day had evaporated, leaving only smiles and hope for the future in its place.

Everything was going to be okay. For once, Marinette could truly believe that.

#type: story #story: oneshot #Flower Arrangement Shipping #episode: Truth #other: ml spoilers #((Bold of you guys to assume that I only had one of these in me.))#Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

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suguruverse · 3 years

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hi angel! i recently read your “being best friends with oikawa and iwaizumi” and i was wondering if you could do one for kuroo and kenma? thanks in advance, i love ur blog !!🥺

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH KUROO AND KENMA

includes - kuroo tetsurou and kozume kenma

a/n - hi my love!! thank you so much for this request <33 i hope you like it!! also two post in one day who tf am i

published date - 21/03/21

- i swear you and kenma bout to make kuroo feel like a single dad to 2 kids

- Mr. kuroo is def the type to bring extra water bottles and lunches for you and kenma

- he texts the gc every morning and night to ask if you and kenma has eaten breakfast, dinner or drank any water

- both of these men keep and hoodie or sweatshirt in their locker and bag, just in case you need one

- you guys take the train together when going to school and back and kuroo always sits in the middle to let you and kenma rest on his big shoulders

- cuddling with kenma when you’ve had a bad day

- you’re normally buried into his chest and his arms go over your shoulders to he can keep playing games and give you little head pats every 4 minutes

- sometimes when you just wanna have a chill day with kenma without kuroo, he will burst in kenma’s room and start yelling about how he demands to be more loved in the friendship

- you and kuroo have roasting battles all day everyday

- even if kenma is more reserved and distant than kuroo, that doesn’t mean that he won’t pick up your call at 3am because you couldn’t sleep, because he will

- they are the kings of giving head pats

- kenma cares and worries about you in a very silent way, so silent that you may not even realise, but he cares about you more than anyone

- the sleepovers are terrible and ill tell you why

- first because kenma doesn’t even sleep, he plays all night and doesn’t stop until you curl up next to him and snatch the game away

- secondly, kuroo snores, kicks, and talks so much in his sleep that you want to hit him every time

- one time you tried to cuddle him because you were cold and he full on kicked you in the stomach and it hurt so bad that you cried

- kenma just watched you kick around in pain, not really knowing what to do, so he slapped kuroo in the face to wake him up to deal with you

- you didn’t talk to kuroo for like a week

- when you guys hang out, it’s normally at someone’s house since kenma isn’t too fond of crowds

- but if you guys happen to go shopping or to the movies, kenma is the type of person to grab onto the hem of your shirt or sleeve so he doesn’t lose you

- but one time kenma disappeared into a gaming store and didn’t tell you or kuroo so ya’ll had to make an announcement for you and kuroo’s “baby”

- kenma was not amused

- copying of kuroo’s homework is more common than you think

- ya’ll literally don’t have any other friends except for the people on the volleyball team

- one time you complained to them that you wanted more girl friends and they laughed in your face

- i feel like kenma can’t really sleep without hearing you or kuroo’s voice so you guys always facetime before bed

- and if you can sing, kenma ‘forced’ you to sing a song/lullaby for him to sleep to

- kuroo also has moods were he HAS to see you and kenma like at all costs because he starts to get a little anxious without either one of you with him

- kuroo also has the habit to run up to you, pick you up and swing you around in a tight hug whenever he sees you

- you HAVE to go to their games. it’s basically a rule

- kenma acts like he doesn’t care whether or not you come to their games but he always tries a little bit harder when he see you in the crowd

- kenma loves it when you play games with him

- the volleyball team sees you a lot thanks to kuroo and kenma so the team is always trying to be your friend but kenma will kick them away and say that they’re annoying

- when you guys were little, a pact was made so that if you guys were still single by 30, you guys had to get married to each other

- you actually have a lot of matching things with kenma (because he like you more than kuroo)

- but once again, kuroo didn’t feel included so ya’ll went out and bought a bunch of matching things

- kuroo definitely calls your princess or ‘my love’ and kenma makes fun of him because he says that kuroo is so single that he has to call his best friend cheesy nicknames

- kenma just calls you by your name

gc name: bestie vibes only + kuroo

kenma: where’s y/n

kuroo: idk go find her

kenma: shut up i asked a question

kuroo: and i said that i dont know

you: HELLLLOOOOO I AM HERE

kenma: missed you

kenma: i can’t believe you left me alone

kuroo: im right here

you: sorry ken, i got caught up in something

you: you guys ready to go now?

kuroo: you smell different

kenma: you smell different

you: what do you mean? i didn’t do anything

kuroo: you smell like mens cologne

kenma: its gross

kuroo: who have you been hanging out with????

you: no-one??? i dont think i smell any different

kenma: smells like axe

kuroo: nah y/n, you’ve got to be kidding me

you: guys what?? stop being dramatic.

kenma: have you been hanging out with tora?

kenma: wouldn’t recommend it

kenma: spending time with me is better

kuroo: us*

kenma: right. us

kuroo: anyways take your shirt off

you: okay stop stop. no. i don’t care if i stink. i’ll change when we get to kenma’s house

kenma: no, you ain’t coming into my house smelling like another guy

kenma: plus me and kuroo are busy rn

you: doing what?

kuroo: murder

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nightwishesworld · 3 years

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hello! do you think you could do a chapter with fem!reader whose afraid of thunderstorms and wakes up in the middle of the night because of it but doesn’t wanna wake alcina so she just stays awake but the storm goes on for like a week and this keeps happening until she notices and comforts you through it by like cuddles or talking you to sleep to distract you from it :)

Oh my god I hate the way this came out. My brain just could not process this for some reason. I also couldn't make it as long as a week, my apologies.

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One dark evening at Castle Dimitrescu a storm rolled in. Relatively speaking, it was quite harmless and most of the inhabitants of the castle were unbothered by the storm.

Except you.

Late into the evening, whilst most were asleep, the storm was at its strongest - the crackle of thunder rolling through the halls as flashes of lightning illuminated the darkest corners of the room. You were trying to sleep, honest, but just as you felt the drowsiness of rest come to take you - a loud crack of thunder would jolt you awake and paralyze you with fear.

You sat with your back against the headboard, your breathing rapid.

You pulled the covers up to your chest and hugged your pillow close to your chest. Resisting the urge to run and hide in the closet like you used to do as a kid was becoming more and more difficult.

Another flash, another boom.

You knew it wasn’t logical, but you couldn’t stop yourself from flinching or jumping as the sounds of the storm roared outside. It was just so loud and you could swear the castle was shaking with it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, white-knuckling the pillow held tight against your chest and humming a song to yourself in order to distract your brain.

The sound of constant rain was suddenly accompanied by heavy hail falling, and that’s when the thoughts started charging at you full force.

What if the lightning strikes the castle? What if the castle collapsed? Did it have the right infrastructure? What if-

“Stop it, God. Stop it!” You begged your brain but to no avail. Your mind kept generously providing you with possibilities and images you did not ask for.

Another loud boom and this time you couldn’t help the cry let out before clapping a hand over your mouth and diving under the blankets.

When you didn’t hear anything for a few minutes you felt it safe enough to come out of hiding. Thankfully the vampire slumbering next to you wasn’t disturbed by your pathetic cries and whimpers. She had a rough day dealing with a very pissed off Mother Miranda and needed rest and relaxation as much as she could possibly get.

You forced yourself to lay still on your back and focus all your energy on controlling your breathing. That was the key to saving yourself a panic attack. You don’t know how long you were staring up at the ceiling, but dawn eventually came and your partner stirred from her sleep.

She would have been happy to see you if not for the redness in your eyes and puffiness surrounding them, obvious signs of lack of sleep.

“Are you alright, draga mea?” She wrapped her arms around your midsection and rested her head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

You didn’t answer, even though you knew Alcina wouldn’t just drop the question. She was sweet and caring like that, which is probably why you never had the heart to tell her how much of a coward you actually are.

“You didn’t sleep very well, did you?”

“Nightmares,” you rasped, trying to focus on Alcina more than the low rumbling outside. “I’ll be fine after a cup of coffee.”

She looked as though she didn’t accept that answer but quickly hid any doubts behind a warm smile. “If you’re sure.”

It felt wrong lying to her. You had never felt the need to hide anything from Alcina before, but this was just embarrassing. She’d probably laugh at you told her you were still afraid of thunderstorms.

The day progressed with relative normalcy despite the occasional sounds of rumbling. Alcina busied herself dealing with the mountain of paperwork on her desk for Mother Miranda and the girls were running amuck in the basement. Depending on which room you were in you could hear their laughter below you. Their mischief down there has always been a mystery to you, even now after living in the castle a couple of years. You knew what they were doing, but couldn't fathom the idea of enjoying it so much. You did find it rather disturbing that their torturing frightened you less than a stupid thunderstorm.

You huddled in the back section of the library behind the bookshelves so you couldn’t see the lightning out the windows. The loud rumbling still had you on edge, but a good book is always a welcome distraction. It worked so well, that you didn't hear Daniela approaching. You practically jumped three feet in the air when she was stood in front of you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Daniela asked, her voice was stern, but it also had a concerning tone to it. She had dropped her bag, keeping the knife at her side. Your breathing was heavier than usual as you tried to think of what to say. It was more than embarrassing to tell Daniela the truth. You knew for a fact she out of everyone in the castle would laugh at you. "You scared me,"

She rolled her eyes. "No, Dummy, I mean what's really wrong?"

You shrug and turn the page of your book. “Nothing.”

Another boom. You couldn’t fight off flinched.

“Oh, I think I get it. You’re afraid of-”

“Don’t tell anyone.” You clenched your fists, shutting your eyes tightly. Daniela wanted to laugh, but she didn’t. You watched as she cautiously sat back down. The redhead sat in front of you, the rain somehow sounding even louder than it had before. You looked over at Daniela, feeling the embarrassment creep upon you.

Daniela started at you with a rather confused expression, resting her arms on her knees. “Out of everything we’ve been through,” she began, “everything you’ve seen us do. Everything that goes on in this castle just below your feet,” she paused. “And you’re scared of thunder?”

You sat silently and twiddled your thumbs.

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you whisper. “It’s not important. You’re only going to run off and tell everyone.”

Daniela rolled her eyes and picked up her bag, headed once again for the basement. “Whatever, y/n, have it your way.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening shuffling around the library hiding from the white flashes. It was only when Daniela came to fetch you for dinner that you left. Luckily you were eating in the kitchen instead of the larger Dining Hall. The kitchen is much more manageable; marginally fewer windows to see the lightning. The meal carried on as it normally would; the girls boasted about their successes in the basement, Alcina discusses all the work she got done today and complains about the work she put off for tomorrow. It was almost enough to take your mind off the chaos happening just outside the windows. Almost.

The storm carried on just as confidently throughout the evening and into the night. It showed no signs of relenting, which in turn meant another sleepless night.

You wasted no time stripping your clothes and crawling into bed, back to the open windows. Alcina didn’t think much of it, simply chalking it up to being exhausted from the previous night’s lack of sleep. She wasn’t completely wrong, you did feel like you were ready to sleep for the next 24 hours. But you knew the storm wouldn’t allow you that luxury.

Pressure against your back and an arm wrapping around your midsection snapped you out of your thoughts.

“I hope you sleep tonight, my love.”

��Me too.”

An hour later and you were still wide awake listening to the rain being pelted against the windows. An anxious voice whispered impossible scenarios of the rain breaking through the windows and lightning striking you down in the safety of your bed. You tried your hardest to not toss and turn as to not disturb the woman next to you. She's not asleep yet, you can tell by the lack of snoring, but her breathing is starting to even out. You were curled up on your side, back to Alcina. She wrapped you in her arms, her chest against your back and arm across your waist. "Dove..." she whispered in your ear. "Y/n... "

"I'm sleeping, Al." You murmured snuggling further into the vampire’s arms, your eyes still closed.

"No, you're not." She stroked your side absently. “Are you sure you’re ok? You aren’t falling ill are you?”

You sigh. “No, I’m not getting sick. My body is just too exhausted to relax.”

Alcina hummed, burrowing her face in the crook of your neck. “I’ll stay up with you for a while.”

“You will not. Go to sleep Al, I’ll be fine. You had a long day yourself, one of us should be able to sleep."

"Why don't we go sit in the Drawing Room or the Library? I'll hold you in my lap and read to you." God no. Way too many windows. "Goodnight, Alcina." You feel her sigh against your skin, pushing a few stray hairs around. "Can I do anything?" "Stop worrying, it's just insomnia." "I'll stay up with you then. You shouldn't be up all by yourself staring at the ceiling." "I'm not alone, Love, you're right here with me. Asleep or not I'm still in your arms, and that helps a lot." You feel her smile against your neck and pull you closer against her front. "wake me if you need anything."

You actually slept fairly well; only waking up a few times to have Alcina soothe you back to sleep. Being tucked away in her embrace did a world of help, but you still woke up hours before Alcina did. Her eyes fluttered open and focus on your groggy face. She frowns.

"Did you sleep at all?"

You smile and kiss her lips. "Yes, I actually slept a lot better last night than before."

"Good," she pulls you back to kiss you again.

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Later in the afternoon Bela and Cassandra invited (dragged you really) into the Drawing Room to play a game of cards.

Everything was going really well. You were laughing and playing with the girls like everything was as it should be in Castle Dimitrescu.

You were made astutely aware of the situation outside again when a loud crack of thunder shook the castle. There was another flash and clap of thunder, this time loud enough to make Cassandra flinch.

You abruptly shot up from the table. “Sorry. I need a minute.” You rushed down the hall into one of the guest rooms. Cassandra and Bela shared a confused glance and watched as you hurried away. They’d never seen you so flighty and nervous before. Neither could tell what was wrong.

They laid on the carpet and silently counted to sixty before following you to down the corridor.

“Y/n?” Bela softly knocked on the door. “It’s been a minute.”

There was no response. More thunder. Bela frowned. “We’re coming in, okay?”

She opened the door a crack and poked her head inside. You were nowhere to be seen. “Y/n?” Cassandra called, stepping further inside and glancing around the room. The sisters checked under the bed, then under the covers, even under the shade of the bedside lamp. Then Bela peered out of the rain-soaked window for good measure. Where else could you be?

Just as Cassandra decided she was stumped, she heard a rustling from behind her and a muffled, “I’m in here.” She turned around in confusion because the only place they hadn’t checked in that direction was…

They crept over to the closet and carefully slid open the door. The girls smiled when they found you sitting on the ground, curled up with your head between your knees. “Playing hide and seek now, are we?” Bela said. “Next round I call being the— um, y/n?”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, staying right where you were. “Sorry.”

“S-Sorry for what…?” Cassandra crouched down beside you. The closet almost had enough space for the three of you to fit.

“Y/n, please. Something’s obviously bothering you, can’t you tell us?”

All three of you startled as another flash of lightning cut into the room, followed by another growl of thunder. You tightened your grip around your legs. Bela’s jaw dropped.

“It’s the storm,” she said, half a question, half a statement. “You’re scared of thunder?”

“It’s childish.”

“Oh, y/n…”

“I’m weak. Something as dumb and simple as loud noises shouldn’t make me so—”

“Y/n. Look at me.” Cassandra’s gently stern tone convinced you to move your head so your chin rested on your knees. You side-eyed the girls, trying to imitate your usual stoicism. It was difficult with red-rimmed eyes.

“A phobia doesn’t make you childish, or weak— do you know how many people have a fear of thunder, y/n? A lot of humans.”

“A lot of Uncle Heisenberg’s lycans as well,” Bela chimed in.

“And are you going to go around insulting them? No, Y/n, because that’s not nice. So don’t insult yourself for the same thing.” Cassandra waved around her index finger as she spoke. Your eyes widened and followed the movement. Both girls laughed.

“Is that what’s been giving you nightmares?”

You shake your head. “I just haven’t been sleeping; too tense.”

Cassandra giggled. “Just ask mother for extra cuddles, not like she’ll say no.”

“Or a more intimate distraction,” Bela winked.

Both sisters giggle at the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Can we sit here with you?” Bela asked, already taking the vacant spot on your right.

You shrugged— as much as you could in this balled-up position. “You don’t have to.”

“It’s ok y/n, we don’t mind.”

They sat on either side of you, Bela holding your hand, enjoying the comfortable silence that cast over you.

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A loud crack of thunder jolted Alcina awake. Cursing to herself she eyed the clock across the room��2:06 am. Raking a hand down her face, she jolted again when another crack of thunder echoed through the castle. It wasn’t a minute later that an insistent downpour of rain started pelting the roof and windows followed by an angry howling of the wind. You stirred next to her in the bed. You were mumbling in what sounded like a mix of Romanian and English. Alcina swallowed thickly because she knew what that meant; another night terror. She laid back down and curled herself against you, cocooning herself against your back. Alcina placed a few stray kisses on your shoulders and the nape of your neck, smoothing her hands along your hipbone in the process. You calmed after a few minutes, your mumbling returning to the steadying breaths of deep sleep. Alcina sighed in relief and closed her eyes in hopes that she could drift back to sleep.

KRAK-OOOOOM!

Alcina sat up on the bed and saw you still appeared to be sleeping, though you looked somewhat agitated. She reached over and attempted to run her fingers through your hair but all that succeeded in doing was causing you to jolt awake.

You woke up with a strangled yell and starting crawling out from underneath the sheets. You sat with your back against the headboard, your breathing and heart rate rapid. Alcina crawled over and realized you were having a panic attack. “Y/n, can you hear me?” You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut as tears started leaking from the corners. You clamped a hand over your mouth, and Alcina realized you were trying to silence your breathing. “Honey no, don’t do that, just focus on me,” she pulled your hand away from your mouth slowly. You shook your head and tried to take your hand back. “No no no... I can’t- I-I-I can’t wake Al-Alcina,” you gasped. “It’s alright, Dove, just follow my breathing.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths to demonstrate. You started calming down slightly. “That’s it, everything is alright, just keep breathing.” You seemed to calm down more with the breathing exercises. “I’m going to get you a glass of water“ Alcina started to say, but was cut off by you grabbing her arm. “No! Don’t-don’t lea- don’t leave, please, don’t- don’t” you closed her eyes, her breath quickening again. “Sweetheart, breathe with me. In, out. In, out.” Alcina took your hand and put it on her chest. “Breathe with me. In, out. In, out.” Your breathing returned to normal. After sitting in silence for a bit, Alcina turned to her.

“Another night terror?” She asked. You looked away for a minute, ashamed of yourself.

“No.”

God, you probably woke her up, good job.

Alcina couldn’t keep an amused smile from forming. “Can my little dove not sleep because of the thunderstorm?”

As if on cue, a blinding bolt of lightning crackled down from the sky. The following rumble of thunder seemed to shake the castle. You let out a whimper and shielded yourself from the sky. “How could I possibly sleep when it sounds like the sky is falling?!”

Alcina hums and pulls you close against her. “There’s nothing wrong with a healthy fear, Dove. It brings out the human in you.”

“UGH! Just-!”

KRAK-OOOOOM!

Another shriek, barely muffled by Alcina’s shoulder, had you violently trembling. You were barely holding yourself together.

Wracked with terror, eyes shut tightly, you found yourself unable to prevent the reflexive compulsion to cling to something nearby.

Which, in this case, was Alcina, who was left staring in shocked silence at the violently trembling form with arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. She immediately wrapped her arms around you again and began rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Calm down. You’re fine,” She spoke softly, ignoring the buzz under her skin as she soaked in the unwitting embrace like a dry sponge in water. Soothingly, she rubbed up to your shoulder blades. “There we are, my love,” Alcina chuckled. “I’ve got you. Listen to my voice,” She rumbled, speaking soft but firm as the thunder forced smaller tremors through the floor. “You’re going to relax. I’m going to help you. Just lay here with me and close your eyes. I’ll hold you all night if you want me to.”

Gradually, the sound faded and petered off back into the loud patter of rain against the windows but Alcina held you tightly still. She could feel the flutter of your heartbeat against her own, almost impressed that you hadn’t passed out from fear alone.

“Why didn’t you say anything? The storm’s been going on for days now you must have been petrified.”

“I didn’t want you to know,” you mumbled into her neck. “It’s a pathetic fear I’ve had since I was a kid. I don’t want you to think less of me.”

“You think something as trivial as a phobia would make me think less of you?” She pulled you even tighter against her. You melted into her embrace. “Clearly I haven’t been a very good partner to you.”

“No Al, it’s not like that. Gods, you’re an amazing partner. It’s just my stupid insecurities. You’re all so fearless and brave. You’re not afraid of anything, and then there’s me; tiny, inferior, afraid of a little thunderstorm.”

She sighed and continued rubbing circles on your back. “I’m not fearless.”

“Yeah right,” you scoff. “What could the great and powerful Alcina Dimitrescu possibly be afraid of?”

“Death.”

You wriggled out of her arms just enough to turn and face her. “What? But, you’re immortal. Death isn’t really something you have to worry about.”

She gave a small smile and brought a hand to cup your face. “I never said my death, sweet one.”

Oh...OH

“The girls are clever, they can get themselves out of most situations unscathed, but still, we can be slain. And there have been some pretty close calls in the past. And you,” she rubbed gentle circles on your cheek. “Your death is inevitable. It gnaws at the back of my mind every time I look at you. Every time morning I have to untangle myself from your embrace I remember that one day I’ll wake up alone and wish I cuddled with you for just a bit longer."

"Al, I didn't-"

"I can't always be there to protect you, including the girls. If I could take the brunt of all conflict for you I would gladly do so, but that's unfortunately not how life works. I'm just left worrying until I know for sure you're all safe."

She hummed into your neck and kissed your pulse point. "How selfish of me, I'm supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around. If I paid more attention I would have known, I’m sorry, my love.”

“Don’t apologize, just hold me.”

Alcina kissed the top of your head. “With pleasure.”

Soon enough you did fall asleep again, your arms still clinging tight around the vampire’s upper midsection. Alcina found a comfortable enough position and allowed herself to drift away as well.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady Alcina #tall vampire lady #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Insufferable

A/N: The long-awaited flashback is here! It's short, but it is here! I hope this can really show the turning point in Jungkook's and MC's relationship and I would love to hear everyone's thoughts. As usual, tips are not required but greatly appreciate. Hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!

Note: This is a part (specifically a flashback) of The Household's Bunny series, so I recommend reading at least the Prologue before this one

Word count: 3.6k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Summary: Roommates are bound to have arguments, especially when one of them is as temperamental as Jungkook, but you didn't expect the first argument to get so unbelievably personal.

Warnings: abandonment issues, mommy issues, allusions to past abuse, family issues, crying, yelling, vomiting, panic attack, exhaustion, some soft yandere thoughts, some possessiveness, jungkook is mean and the MC gets a little mean too

There was something so constricting about memories of a shitty childhood. There were times when looking in the mirror felt like searching for the child in you so you could give her the hug she desperately needed. There were times when waking up felt like a check to make sure you were no longer in the home you had to grow up in far too quickly. However, the comfort of being in a different home only came so far when you didn't have anyone beside you or even emotionally available enough to talk to.

You stayed in bed for hours before it felt like a good idea to move, almost waiting for the mirage of change to fade before it brought you back to the gym with your mom or your uncle's apartment littered with whiskey bottles and leaky tear ducts.

Sometimes putting your best foot forward each day felt so hard with all-consuming loneliness clinging to your heels.

You had started your day going through your memory box. Hindsight said that was a poor idea. The box was a sure way to get you into a bad mood. You liked to think you breezed past all the stages of grief, but just because you accepted reality didn't make it hurt any less. The box was a strong reminder of that much as it sat with a melancholic aura. The creme color faded and the thorned vines connected to roses only added to the malicious undertones of its existence to your mental health. It was full of childhood photos, your birth certificate, school achievements, and the last known address your mom had.

Ah, your mom. What a way to bring clouds to your sunny day. You don’t know why you put yourself through the turmoil of the memory box. Maybe you were hoping it would be easier by now. You were always wrong. Looking through childhood photos and finding no love in the eyes of your mother when she looked at you and watching the love in your uncle’s eyes fade with your mother’s presence. You got to the fated birthday card, thumb rubbing over the defunct address longingly. You held the envelope in your hand, inspecting the birthday card she sent you. Three words in the repetitive note written on the inside caught your eye, and not the ones you so desperately wanted from her.

Feeling a familiar pressure behind your eyes, you tossed the card aside and stood. It was time to eat, go on a walk, do anything other than this. You found your way to the kitchen and came across a silent and solemn Jungkook. His jaw was clenched, but it felt like it always was around you.

Your relationship with Jungkook so far was not very complicated, in the way it was nonexistent. He either didn’t care about talking to you or he actively didn’t want to, you really couldn’t tell. This didn’t stop you from trying, though. Like an idiot.

“I’m making food, did you want any?” You asked from your place seated on the couch, and the silence that was his response for deafening, “Okaaaay.” You sang awkwardly, “I just know that you usually don’t eat throughout the day and-”

“And what do you know?!” He snapped, blinded by his pure and unbridled, but most important unprovoked, rage of you. Your eyes widened and your body jumped. Holy shit, you had never heard him yell like this, “You don’t know anything about me, or in general, so just stop trying so fucking hard!” He was harsh in his tone and it lit your whole nervous system on fire. What the hell did you do to him?

You shook your head, not sure why he was yelling about, but it made your throat feel like it was going to close, “Look, I was just trying to be polite, but you don’t need to talk about me like you understand-”

“Understand?! What’s there to understand?” He challenged, eyes wide like he was expecting you to say something but he continued, “You’re some spoiled girl living here rent-free because your precious dad doesn’t want to take care of you.”

Your heart caught in your throat as it shattered. He was right, your dad didn't want to take care of you, but not in the way he thought. Why was he doing this? Has he genuinely felt this way all along? Was he just holding in his anger until you poked the bear a little too hard? “You don’t need to yell at me.” You stated firmly and it seemed to only make things worse.

“And you don’t need to fucking be here in the first place!” He spoke, temper long lost and you could hear his voice mix in with Jungyoon’s, all he needed was a bottle of whisky and a set of calloused hands, “You didn’t need to fucking live here-”

“You don’t know anything about me.” You spat out. Now, you were losing your temper. You could take a beating, but for only so long, especially as an adult, "And it's not like you're paying rent either, so what do you know about me or my living arrangements?" You hissed and you watched his eyes flare, making you nearly regret your provocation.

“No, but I know how you look naked-”

“Fuck you.” You spit the word out at him, something you haven’t done to another person for a while “Don’t weaponize my work or play a game that you absolutely will lose.” You warned, “I know all about you, and I can use that, because you’ve been a star since you were 15, and that sucks, that makes you mad, doesn’t it?” Your temper effectively lost as you ripped into the rage-filled man before you, “Yet you don’t know anything about me, and that must piss you the fuck off, huh?” You stood from the couch, tears building in your eyes before you could stop it.

“I know enough, spoiled rich girl.” He seethed and you laughed humorlessly at this worldwide pop star calling you spoiled and rich.

“Not only are you wrong, but you’re also a poor listener.” You shot back, “I’ve told you all before Jungyoon isn’t my fucking dad, he’s my uncle.” His mouth opened but you cut him off before he could start, “He can’t stand the sight of me so he travels for work.” Your tears are undoubtedly falling, but you can’t stop, “And you’re talking to me like this because what? You had a scandal or something?” You gave him his chance to talk and boy, he took it.

“Mona told me you know your mom.” His voice was like venom, “So, why the fuck are you here? You have your blood relatives.” He exaggerated the word like it meant anything to you, “Why are you here, disrupting our lives, acting like an innocent orphan girl around actual fucking orphans-”

“I never said I was or acted like an orphan!” You exclaimed incredulously before scoffing, “That’s why you’re mad? Because you never knew your mom and I did? Because I know who my blood family is?” You could laugh at how ridiculous that was, “I know them, so what? Where does that get me?” You looked at him expectantly but he didn’t talk, “I knew my mom, and guess what? She just didn’t fucking want me.” He was silent, but you still couldn’t stop, “I’m sure if your mom could’ve got to know you, she would’ve kept you, because you’re not insufferable to be around, you’re just a fucking asshole.” You wiped at your cheeks furiously, “But me? I had 15 years to prove myself and it still wasn’t enough. I still wasn’t enough. Jungyoon never wanted me either, he got stuck with me and had to cope.” Your voice began to break and you had to take a breath, “I was the insufferable one, so-” You stopped, finally as you regained your sense of reality and watched Jungkook who had an unreadable expression and the realization of the word vomit you spilled out to him hit you like a train as you exhaled quickly, rage in your voice quickly replaced with soft melancholy “I am the insufferable one here, so there.” You shrugged, face a wet mess, “Hope that brings you peace.” Your stomach was churning as you turned on your heel, unable to hold in your sobs. You couldn’t bear the awkwardness of waiting for the elevator so you opted to take the stairs.

You sobbed louder as the door slammed shut behind you, but you didn’t want to linger so you bolted down the stairs, the bile in your stomach signaling that you needed to find the nearest trashcan and quickly. You made it to the ground floor and spilled your guts into the small trashcan. Yelling always made you unbelievably ill, whether it was getting yelled at or yelling, the sickness it made you feel overflowed. The yelling only reminded you of-

You vomited again at the mere thought. You cried harder when you finally finished, breathing becoming staggered as you began to panic.

Fuck, they’re gonna kick you out, and then you’ll be alone again. You lost your temper, people don’t like other people who lose their temper. Why couldn’t you just mind your own fucking business and leave him be? You’re stupid. Why do you think you’ve been alone all your life? It’s because people don’t want to be near you. You’re-

“Insufferable.” You mumbled, numb, even if for only a moment.

Sure, Jungkook provoked you, but you knew better. You didn't go to therapist after therapist throughout your adolescence for nothing. You felt as if you set yourself back eons after that outburst. He didn't need to know all that about you, ever. He probably didn't even care to know, and you said it anyway, like you were gunning for gold in the trauma Olympics. You didn't want to minimize his struggles, you just wanted him to shut up and stop yelling at you. You let your eyes flutter closed as you cried. How can you complain about being alone when you're like this?

You don’t know how long you stayed there, sitting next to a trash can full of your vomit as you wallowed in your self-hatred. The all-consuming loneliness the boisterous house subdued returning with full force. Jungkook was right. You didn’t need to be here. You were only disrupting their routine.

You blew out a sigh as you staggered to the elevator, fully set on going up to your room and crying yourself to sleep after you clean up. You brought the trashcan with you, not having the heart to just leave your puke down there. You thanked your lucky stars when Jungkook was no longer on the second floor as you went to the kitchen and rinsed your mouth before going to take out the trash and take out your burnt oven pizza. Finally, you were headed back up to your floor. You watched the numbers tick by with tired eyes. You glared at the empty trashcan, electing to take it with you instead of making the trip back down to put it back. Surely, they wouldn’t need it for a few hours.

The elevator dinged as you grabbed the black plastic bin and then you were met with Jungkook. Relief flashed across his face before irritation settled on it, “Where the fuck were you?!” He asked hurriedly as you trudged past him, too exhausted to fight. You were running on autopilot the whole way up here, and you couldn’t bear another spat.

“I was on the first floor.” Your voice was low, trying to communicate you were done arguing as you lifted the bin as proof. You then set it down and went to your bathroom and began brushing your teeth.

He scoffed, “You were on the first floor for 30 minutes?” He asked as if he caught you in a lie but you nodded as you rinsed your mouth.

You were down there for thirty minutes? No wonder you felt so tired.

“Yep.” You popped the last letter before correcting yourself, “Well, I spent like 10 minutes cleaning up that bin, so not exactly.”

“Why?” He asked as if you were being ridiculous, as if he wasn’t the one on your floor demanding answers.

“I vomited.” You spoke simply and before he could ask, “Yelling makes me puke.” You were so blase about it he sighed in frustration.

You walked to your room and froze when you saw your memory box strewn about, and it was like a dam broke all over again. You looked at the photos, at the eager little girl looking for love in places she would never find it.

Old habits die hard.

Before you could even stop yourself, you sunk to your knees in garbled sobs and broken cries, “Hey, hey, wait.” Jungkook’s shaky voice did nothing to bring you back to reality as you cried. His hands placed themselves on your shoulder, making you flinch violently, much to his horror.

Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this. He didn’t know why you were crying, but he knew it was his fault, at least in part. Even if at this moment it wasn’t, his outburst surely didn’t help. Fuck, he’s so dumb. Fuck, he shouldn’t have talked to Mona just moments before seeing you.

The envy of even seeing your own mother’s face ate up at him and he took it out on you. Not to mention that he made you vomit from the yelling. He suddenly felt more like an arrogant asshole than he did before as his hands now hovered over your form and he took a moment to look at your room.

Scattered on the floor were childhood photos and ribbons from competitions. Things Mona kept in her own house, having a whole wall filled with every one of their achievements. Even Jin had a photo album of their things. And you, you kept all these for yourself. You were the only one who cared enough to save these things and he wondered how much you threw away to maintain space in the small empty box. Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this.

You sighed shakily, “You can just go.” You cried, “You don’t have to be here.” You don’t know what he could possibly gain from watching you cry.

“I know.” His voice was calm, even, “Can I help you up?” He asked and you wanted to look up at him in confusion but you didn't want him to see your tears.

You both had just ripped into each other, and here he was, wanting to help you. Why would he do that? Why would he stay when he doesn't have to? Why would he want to help you up after a fight?

Too tired to even think about questioning him and no longer angry at him, you simply scoffed, “Can you?” You sighed, not having the energy to stroke his ego and stand up without his help.

You never let people bear your dead weight, not wanting the awkwardness if they couldn’t carry you, but right now, you just wanted to lay down.

He snorted lightly, happy to hear anything other than a sob for you, “Don’t worry about me, you just cry and mind your business.” He spoke lightly, and the comment made you fight a smile. Then, he lifted you with so much ease, you figured he was trying to show off as he placed you on the bed. He looked at you after he sat on the floor before his eyes caught onto the gold foil of a 16th birthday card. You were wiping at your face as he read the card against his better judgment.

I know you must be confused, and I can’t help that. I wish I could pretend to be a mom, but I can’t. I can’t be your mom, and I never should have tried. It would be best if we forgot each other. I just can’t keep pretending, and I know you can see it, even if you don’t want to.

I’m so tired.

-Mom

Now, he felt even more like an asshole. He also felt a little bit angry that your mother could just leave you behind without so much as saying sorry. She wrote like she was a teenager and you were her mother. She obviously didn't put much thought into the seemingly last message to her daughter and it made his heartbreak for you, “That was the last I heard of her.” You snapped him from his thoughts and he looked at your puffy face, “She had left months earlier, and then I got that, but she moved before I could try to see her one more time.” There was a distant ache in your words as you looked at Jungkook sitting amongst your memories.

“Is she… still alive?” He asked, not sure why he felt the need to know.

“Not sure, but it doesn’t make much of a difference, I guess.” You blew out a sigh, before looking at your papers and folded posterboards, “I was cleaning out my memory box, and I’m not sure why I do it when I know it just upsets me.” You could still feel tears leaking from your eyes as Jungkook picked up a photo of you on your 14th birthday, posed between Jungyoon and your mom. You had a bright smile on your face and they looked at the camera with a tight expression, “You can really see how much they didn’t want to be there, but that's the happiest they look in all of the photos.”

He wanted to say you were wrong, but he could see it. He could see the happy little girl trying to make up for the unhappy adults around her. He knew he should’ve asked Mona why Jungyoon didn’t try to call or visit or why she was so eager to take you in if you knew your family. He should’ve just known better. Yeah, he understood how it felt to be alone growing up, they all did, but by the time they were all 17 they had a home that wanted them. You were going to graduate from college soon and you still felt unwanted.

No thanks to him.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted and you looked at him with wide eyes, “For being an asshole, I’m sorry- and for making you cry. I just…” He shrugged, “You’re right. I was jealous you knew your mom and I already was suspicious of you and I- I’m dumb, and I’m sorry.” He looked at you, eyes a bit glossy and you wondered when was the last time someone apologized for making you cry.

“It’s okay.” You smiled weakly, “You are dumb, but that’s okay.” You chuckled when he frowned, but eventually, he also broke into a short laugh, “I think… we’ve felt a lot of the same things in different ways, so I can’t blame you.” He wondered how you could be so forgiving, and he was scared of how many times that has gotten you hurt, “I like living here and I like all of you, so I hope I can get you all to like me too, even if just a little.”

“Don’t accept less than you deserve.” He spoke firmly before he started picking up your memory box, putting things neatly back in.

“Wh-”

He waved his hands nonchalantly, “You, sleep, I’ll clean this up and order some food.” He didn’t look at you as he said this, mostly to hide his blush, "If...If you want, I can give this to Jin. He has a whole place he keeps our stuff like this… he's really sentimental." He stumbled, still refusing to look at you.

However, he jumped when he heard you hiccup a cry. Ready to apologize, Jungkook was just about to turn to look at you until he heard you speak, "That… That sounds very sweet of you to do." You wiped a sentimental tear away as the blushing boy remained frozen.

"It's Jin's hobby, not mine." He deflected before waving his hand at you, "Sleep, I said." He frantically demanded.

You could see his ears getting red and you smiled, “Yes, sir.” You mocked in your work voice and made him freeze for a moment as you erupted into giggles while he whined, “Okay, okay, I’ll sleep.”

Eventually, you surrendered to your exhaustion as he delicately put away your papers and photos. He hummed lightly, smiling as he came across your debate team awards. No wonder he lost the fight before it even started. He turned around after lifting the box and sighed almost dreamily as he watched your sleeping face. You were beautiful, delicate, and puffy from the tears. He had the urge to keep apologizing for being such an asshole, but after looking through your achievements and your photos, he resolved to just keep proving it.

He wouldn’t let you get hurt again. Not by him or anyone, especially your mother, even Jungyoon was on thin ice.

His blood boiled at the thought of your mother for a reason he couldn’t understand. His hand extended shakily as he pulled the covers up to your shoulder and you hummed contently, making his heart melt a bit at the little smile you had. He wouldn’t fuck up with you again, not like this. He would be nice, at least a little, and first and foremost, he would order food you liked.

He froze.

Fuck, what food do you like?

He relaxed. Well, he could just ask the guys.

Fuck, they’re gonna ask questions.

Fuck, they’re gonna kill him when they found out he made you cry.

He looked back at your sleeping form, not having the heart to wake you up. He sighed, looks like he’ll just have to bite the bullet. He dreaded each moment as he quickly made an untitled group chat with the guys since you were added to their original one. He could only hope Taehyung wouldn’t change the group chat name to something stupid.

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